[ despite his resolve in coming this far, dextera is so afraid of gen’s approach. of gen himself, not quite as much, but there’s a big difference in facing someone when he’s prepared for a fight and being forced to deal with them when he’s torn between self-preservation and… whatever he’s trying to get across with gen. his heart leaps into his throat in time with gen’s threat, his whole body tensing in preparation to be struck.
gen doesn’t, though, and instead seems to finally pick up on what dextera has been anxiously projecting without even fully realizing it. ]
…
[ he exhales and draws a second shallow breath in almost the same instant, and this repeats a few times as if he needs to find the words. he hasn’t always been mute, after all; the habit still exists within him, to want to calm down and collect his thoughts.
then he shuts his mouth and nods firmly, practically to the point of begging in his gaze. don’t look. don’t make him show you. ]
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gen doesn’t, though, and instead seems to finally pick up on what dextera has been anxiously projecting without even fully realizing it. ]
…
[ he exhales and draws a second shallow breath in almost the same instant, and this repeats a few times as if he needs to find the words. he hasn’t always been mute, after all; the habit still exists within him, to want to calm down and collect his thoughts.
then he shuts his mouth and nods firmly, practically to the point of begging in his gaze. don’t look. don’t make him show you. ]