[ dextera has seen the room of mirrors and turned around every time. it unsettles him to see his own face staring back at him. it reminds him of the laboratory, of terrible dreams. it reminds him that he’s lost his brother, even if his brother never made it to the age that dextera sees in his reflection.
like the urge to touch a bruise, however, he’s skirted close countless times; this is the first time he’s felt the need to actually go in. even before he recognizes gen’s voice specifically, he can hear something going wrong, and for all his flaws he likes to think he’s the helpful kind. it becomes all the more important to intervene when he finally realizes it’s gen. ]
…!
[ from this angle, he can’t get a good sense of what’s happening, and that keeps him from leaping into action.
instead, he approaches cautiously, and the broken shards of glass crunch beneath his feet in announcement of his presence. gen hasn’t harmonized, at least he hadn’t the last time dextera saw him, so if dextera has to fight… ]
IT’S BEAUTIFUL
like the urge to touch a bruise, however, he’s skirted close countless times; this is the first time he’s felt the need to actually go in. even before he recognizes gen’s voice specifically, he can hear something going wrong, and for all his flaws he likes to think he’s the helpful kind. it becomes all the more important to intervene when he finally realizes it’s gen. ]
…!
[ from this angle, he can’t get a good sense of what’s happening, and that keeps him from leaping into action.
instead, he approaches cautiously, and the broken shards of glass crunch beneath his feet in announcement of his presence. gen hasn’t harmonized, at least he hadn’t the last time dextera saw him, so if dextera has to fight… ]