[ there was a time when dextera would have shuddered away. even without memories, he would have known a form like this isn’t natural and denied it out of fear. he’s had time, though, to grow and adjust not only to the people he met in his own world, but those not quite human in horos, either.
he worries for howl now, an entirely different feeling than being afraid of him. the feathers aren’t right. they bring dextera no joy to brush against, the way he’s imagined it would be to hold a bird in his hands. ]
…
[ he allows howl to talk, giving him space to sort through his scattered emotions the way dextera wishes people would have given to him. if he were being completely fair, he would have left by now to let howl figure it out in peace—but dextera is still a little selfish, even when he thinks he’s being as generous as possible. ]
I know… I know you don’t think there’s any hope, but I…
[ his fingers twitch and loosely grab a handful of feathers, though his touch is still mercifully light. ]
no subject
he worries for howl now, an entirely different feeling than being afraid of him. the feathers aren’t right. they bring dextera no joy to brush against, the way he’s imagined it would be to hold a bird in his hands. ]
…
[ he allows howl to talk, giving him space to sort through his scattered emotions the way dextera wishes people would have given to him. if he were being completely fair, he would have left by now to let howl figure it out in peace—but dextera is still a little selfish, even when he thinks he’s being as generous as possible. ]
I know… I know you don’t think there’s any hope, but I…
[ his fingers twitch and loosely grab a handful of feathers, though his touch is still mercifully light. ]
I’ll die if I think like that.