[ He recognizes that expression on Dextera; it's one he's worn most of his life. Just get the job done, by any means necessary. It just so happens that this job for Dextera is one Amos is fundamentally, viscerally opposed to, because it's at his expense.
There's a light gasp from him as Dextera steals something — what, he doesn't know, the memory dissipating away as he loses grains of sand to someone else, someone decidedly not on his side — and that sense of success is unsettling.
Dextera really does hold his life in his hands right now, and Amos really, really does not like that. And fuck whatever it was he just lost, because his words have Amos trying to push himself off the ground, lunge at Dextera, tear him apart, a quiet fury radiating off of him as all he can do is fall back down, undignified and helpless.
The steady beat of an unrecognizable fear thrums along in his background, in tune with his heart, as he looks back up to meet Dextera's eyes, livid that he can't do anything more.
But that's it. He has no more words for him. There's nothing he can possibly say, just a quiet promise in his gaze — if I ever get my hands on you, you're dead, and he means it. ]
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There's a light gasp from him as Dextera steals something — what, he doesn't know, the memory dissipating away as he loses grains of sand to someone else, someone decidedly not on his side — and that sense of success is unsettling.
Dextera really does hold his life in his hands right now, and Amos really, really does not like that. And fuck whatever it was he just lost, because his words have Amos trying to push himself off the ground, lunge at Dextera, tear him apart, a quiet fury radiating off of him as all he can do is fall back down, undignified and helpless.
The steady beat of an unrecognizable fear thrums along in his background, in tune with his heart, as he looks back up to meet Dextera's eyes, livid that he can't do anything more.
But that's it. He has no more words for him. There's nothing he can possibly say, just a quiet promise in his gaze — if I ever get my hands on you, you're dead, and he means it. ]