[ it’s little surprise that makoto is weak and pretending he isn’t. that’s the person dextera knows makoto to be—it would be comforting if it weren’t for the physical reality of it, that dextera is not a healer nor did he know to bring anything for makoto to eat.
in makoto’s absence, maybe he’s gotten a little jumbled. it’s what he does with memories he wants to hold onto. he takes pieces of others and makes them his own; what was once a similarity is now a visceral sameness, as if color could be restored to makoto’s skin with a hot beating heart. all dextera has in place of that is a coat, but it’s one he offers readily unto makoto’s expectant hand.
not quite generous, though it’s impossible to say what it might be instead. ]
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[ rather than helping makoto to his feet in doing so, dextera meets him on the ground on his knees, unconcerned about dragging the white fabric across the ground or getting the rest of his clothes dirty in the process.
now that they’re close enough for dextera to try to put the coat on makoto himself, his little movements are more obvious: his eyes, turned down to avoid making contact before he’s ready, twitch as if his very muscles are overwhelmed with stimulation. ]
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in makoto’s absence, maybe he’s gotten a little jumbled. it’s what he does with memories he wants to hold onto. he takes pieces of others and makes them his own; what was once a similarity is now a visceral sameness, as if color could be restored to makoto’s skin with a hot beating heart. all dextera has in place of that is a coat, but it’s one he offers readily unto makoto’s expectant hand.
not quite generous, though it’s impossible to say what it might be instead. ]
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[ rather than helping makoto to his feet in doing so, dextera meets him on the ground on his knees, unconcerned about dragging the white fabric across the ground or getting the rest of his clothes dirty in the process.
now that they’re close enough for dextera to try to put the coat on makoto himself, his little movements are more obvious: his eyes, turned down to avoid making contact before he’s ready, twitch as if his very muscles are overwhelmed with stimulation. ]