[ dextera recalls this side of abel from the way he gently handled the throes of the innocent’s plague. it’s a strange feeling to be fully conscious now, with no reason to receive this kindness except that he hasn’t gotten over something others have moved past. ]
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[ the look he gives abel is one of protest, an unspoken but even as he tries to take abel’s concern for what it is. dextera shudders out a miserable breath and turns his gaze away again.
the fish underneath them bob out of the water with open, hungry mouths.
the proximity to abel and their shared connection to the pleroma do what dextera himself can’t do; together, they impress a maelstrom of uncertainty and fear. doubt for their position here, and guilt for feeling that way knowing abel and others have worked so hard. ]
no subject
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[ the look he gives abel is one of protest, an unspoken but even as he tries to take abel’s concern for what it is. dextera shudders out a miserable breath and turns his gaze away again.
the fish underneath them bob out of the water with open, hungry mouths.
the proximity to abel and their shared connection to the pleroma do what dextera himself can’t do; together, they impress a maelstrom of uncertainty and fear. doubt for their position here, and guilt for feeling that way knowing abel and others have worked so hard. ]