[ for a while it's like dextera is frozen in this position, just holding guren's hand loosely and watching the sky change completely from grey to purple, and only once he's sat with it for a little while does he feel like he can actually think about what he's seeing. what he's doing here.
he takes a deep breath, staring up at the sky for just a moment longer, and then he looks sideways at guren. now that the sunset has turned more purple than grey overall, dextera can see it in guren's eyes—it's impossible not to notice it, after all, when one of his first memories is staring into the striking red of the archangel's eyes with a sky the same color behind him.
it feels... poetic, then, to have this moment now. guren, and the purple sunset. he exhales. ]
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he takes a deep breath, staring up at the sky for just a moment longer, and then he looks sideways at guren. now that the sunset has turned more purple than grey overall, dextera can see it in guren's eyes—it's impossible not to notice it, after all, when one of his first memories is staring into the striking red of the archangel's eyes with a sky the same color behind him.
it feels... poetic, then, to have this moment now. guren, and the purple sunset. he exhales. ]