[ dextera doesn’t even wait for everything to come to an end. he can maintain his purification for a while, but he can’t do it while he sleeps and ice will melt in time.
once he’s back in godsblood, safe away from anyone who might have seen him in venera, he withdraws his shard.
the message he sends makoto is a bit unlike his usual—he’s still skittish, afraid of being caught. rather than words, dextera conveys a series of impressions and emotions. it’s all in images like a montage: the guard he chose, the murder itself. dextera’s heavy breaths and his own hands carefully extracting all he can find in tact. he particularly lingers on the heart, savoring the way it continues to beat for some moments longer than the person himself has lived. in dextera’s memory, shown to makoto through this, the color is a bright and unnatural red.
he’s careful about the way he sets it aside in his mind, and with all those thoughts given, dextera knows makoto will understand. ]
I have something for you. When you have time…
[ as if there wasn’t a battle between their factions. ]
communion, the last day of the soviseri event
once he’s back in godsblood, safe away from anyone who might have seen him in venera, he withdraws his shard.
the message he sends makoto is a bit unlike his usual—he’s still skittish, afraid of being caught. rather than words, dextera conveys a series of impressions and emotions. it’s all in images like a montage: the guard he chose, the murder itself. dextera’s heavy breaths and his own hands carefully extracting all he can find in tact. he particularly lingers on the heart, savoring the way it continues to beat for some moments longer than the person himself has lived. in dextera’s memory, shown to makoto through this, the color is a bright and unnatural red.
he’s careful about the way he sets it aside in his mind, and with all those thoughts given, dextera knows makoto will understand. ]
I have something for you. When you have time…
[ as if there wasn’t a battle between their factions. ]