[ dextera can maintain the freshness of the meat for a little longer still. they won’t be sticky-hot and steaming from the body anymore, and they haven’t been a couple days now, but they would be more than enough to satisfy dextera on a descent to the bottom floor. it sickens him when he thinks too long about it, how comfortable he’s gotten—how necessary it’s become—with this disgusting aspect of himself, but his body craves it to the point of aching after the way he’s strained himself the past week.
those thoughts do filter through, whether he intends it or not; it’s like catching the background noise of a phone call someone forgot to hang up on. then their connection ends, as dextera places his shard back in its rightful spot.
it doesn’t take him as long as it will take makoto, and as such, he’s comfortably settled in the designated spot by the time that makoto does arrive. true to form, there’s no sense of taste and he didn’t bring anything but the bag he initially smuggled the offal out of venera with. back to a tree, he cradles it like a child, pulsing his purification into it to keep it as fresh and true to itself as he possibly can. ]
communion → action
[ dextera can maintain the freshness of the meat for a little longer still. they won’t be sticky-hot and steaming from the body anymore, and they haven’t been a couple days now, but they would be more than enough to satisfy dextera on a descent to the bottom floor. it sickens him when he thinks too long about it, how comfortable he’s gotten—how necessary it’s become—with this disgusting aspect of himself, but his body craves it to the point of aching after the way he’s strained himself the past week.
those thoughts do filter through, whether he intends it or not; it’s like catching the background noise of a phone call someone forgot to hang up on. then their connection ends, as dextera places his shard back in its rightful spot.
it doesn’t take him as long as it will take makoto, and as such, he’s comfortably settled in the designated spot by the time that makoto does arrive. true to form, there’s no sense of taste and he didn’t bring anything but the bag he initially smuggled the offal out of venera with. back to a tree, he cradles it like a child, pulsing his purification into it to keep it as fresh and true to itself as he possibly can. ]
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