[ it’s not any surprise that makoto doesn’t remember. he, more than anyone else dextera knew in the transition, was someone poised to tear himself apart the moment he manifested. it could have happened countless times—maybe it had, and this is the first time his body was actually able to form around his shard. new, delicate, hopefully untainted by the unique influence of horos.
dextera doesn’t even have the sword he crafted anymore; there have been times he wished he did, just to have something tangible, but the crack in the stone would have been hard to see so many times over. ]
—?
[ makoto flinches, and dextera does too, his attention drawn out from his reminiscing to the physical reality of now—only belatedly realizing he had been touched, and missing it in its absence.
he’s afraid to commune or overload makoto with sensation, seeing this, so he reverts to a much more primal form of communication. so many of his earliest interactions, not just with people here, but in his memory, were all based on trying to convey something with his eyes and hands alone. so he shakes his head, taking his own hand from where he had been holding the coat closed and moving it to also hover over makoto’s shard.
again, he shakes his head, now seeking eye contact. an urgent request for makoto not to push himself; a worry that if he does, he’ll fall apart and disappear once again. ]
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dextera doesn’t even have the sword he crafted anymore; there have been times he wished he did, just to have something tangible, but the crack in the stone would have been hard to see so many times over. ]
—?
[ makoto flinches, and dextera does too, his attention drawn out from his reminiscing to the physical reality of now—only belatedly realizing he had been touched, and missing it in its absence.
he’s afraid to commune or overload makoto with sensation, seeing this, so he reverts to a much more primal form of communication. so many of his earliest interactions, not just with people here, but in his memory, were all based on trying to convey something with his eyes and hands alone. so he shakes his head, taking his own hand from where he had been holding the coat closed and moving it to also hover over makoto’s shard.
again, he shakes his head, now seeking eye contact. an urgent request for makoto not to push himself; a worry that if he does, he’ll fall apart and disappear once again. ]