[ for the moment that makoto stands to face him from the window, silhouetted by eternal sunlight, dextera is struck with an almost dizzying sense of déjà vu.
the mind reader has told him before that he sought his brother in the archangel, and he knows of himself that he looks to others for guidance on how to be himself. it isn’t a bad thing at all, then, for the comfortable ease of makoto’s smile with a chessboard ready to be set to bring him to a time that’s never existed—but one he’s fantasized about so endlessly that it might as well be real.
he’s happy now, because he knows he would have been happy if the moment had been lived. a small, subtle delusion. something so harmless it can barely be called a baroque, it goes unnoticed by dextera himself, and he instead responds to makoto’s challenge by crossing the room to sit on one of two chairs that luckily came with the table. ]
Heh.
[ his laugh is more like a breath with some force behind it, only distinguished from a sigh by the look in his eyes, and he shows makoto a white piece before he goes to put them all in their proper places.
he doesn’t have to say anything: he’s offering makoto the leisure of playing white, because he’s just that sure. ]
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the mind reader has told him before that he sought his brother in the archangel, and he knows of himself that he looks to others for guidance on how to be himself. it isn’t a bad thing at all, then, for the comfortable ease of makoto’s smile with a chessboard ready to be set to bring him to a time that’s never existed—but one he’s fantasized about so endlessly that it might as well be real.
he’s happy now, because he knows he would have been happy if the moment had been lived. a small, subtle delusion. something so harmless it can barely be called a baroque, it goes unnoticed by dextera himself, and he instead responds to makoto’s challenge by crossing the room to sit on one of two chairs that luckily came with the table. ]
Heh.
[ his laugh is more like a breath with some force behind it, only distinguished from a sigh by the look in his eyes, and he shows makoto a white piece before he goes to put them all in their proper places.
he doesn’t have to say anything: he’s offering makoto the leisure of playing white, because he’s just that sure. ]