[ finish it. finish it. finish it. the words tumble over and over in his head at such a dizzying speed he can’t see what’s in front of him. he would only need to reach out now and follow the muscle memory his body has learned, wrap his hands around the warm column of a human neck and squeeze. ]
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[ but.
there’s a pause as eustace comes back into view, clearing from his periphery first before the haze of anxious uncertainty dissipates from his vision. eustace is not corrupt. he’s neither twisted nor distorted; he’s merely eustace, fighting for something he believes is worth it just the same as dextera. like before, dextera wants to trust that eustace’s heart is in the right place. that won’t ever have the chance to come to fruition if dextera kills him.
eustace’s knife gets dextera across the thighs, the kind of cut that will be sore for days but won’t kill him. it still stings enough to force him back with a hiss, and cowardice pushes him back further. he can’t… he shakes his head. he can’t follow through on what he’s started. even knowing that he would be doing eustace a true favor by knocking him out and dragging him to safety, dextera has made himself afraid of his own hands.
he gives a silent apology to eustace’s pride before he turns tail and runs, only slightly slowed by the damage eustace has done to him. ]
no subject
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[ but.
there’s a pause as eustace comes back into view, clearing from his periphery first before the haze of anxious uncertainty dissipates from his vision. eustace is not corrupt. he’s neither twisted nor distorted; he’s merely eustace, fighting for something he believes is worth it just the same as dextera. like before, dextera wants to trust that eustace’s heart is in the right place. that won’t ever have the chance to come to fruition if dextera kills him.
eustace’s knife gets dextera across the thighs, the kind of cut that will be sore for days but won’t kill him. it still stings enough to force him back with a hiss, and cowardice pushes him back further. he can’t… he shakes his head. he can’t follow through on what he’s started. even knowing that he would be doing eustace a true favor by knocking him out and dragging him to safety, dextera has made himself afraid of his own hands.
he gives a silent apology to eustace’s pride before he turns tail and runs, only slightly slowed by the damage eustace has done to him. ]