[ dextera wasn’t going to drink it anyway! probably!
he takes the potion with a knowing, if slightly guilty, nod, and pushes it open with his thumb. like he’s testing a wine, he sniffs the cork first, and then the liquid itself.
it smells... completely different from his own. it smells sweet, actually—tempting. ]
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he takes the potion with a knowing, if slightly guilty, nod, and pushes it open with his thumb. like he’s testing a wine, he sniffs the cork first, and then the liquid itself.
it smells... completely different from his own. it smells sweet, actually—tempting. ]