[ well, that took an abrupt turn, didn't it. for a second, it looks like ryo's just going to quietly watch him leave, but then— ]
I'm right, aren't I? [ the corners of his mouth lift slightly, hinting at a smile, and it's not a nice smile. far from it, actually; it looks like it belongs to a predator that just stumbled along a wounded prey. ]
You're chasing the past and expecting God to solve your problems for you.
[ there's literally no need to say any of this when he already hit a sore spot, but ryo asuka is not a good person and sometimes the darkness that festers inside him bleeds through. ]
[ even if dextera said he was going to go, he doesn’t move—it’s in his nature to hang around like this like he’s waiting to be punished, no matter how much it hurts to have ryo push at him.
he considers ryo a friend, too, so it hurts just a little more than it would from someone else. ]
…
[ and underneath the pain, he’s… angry. he’s angry, helplessly so, a victim of his own erratic emotions when he has too many feelings and not enough memories to make sense of them. ]
So what?
[ the movements of his hands this time are sharp. ]
[ he's indifferent to the anger, to the sharpness present in his gestures. ryo's voice is calm like a placid lake, that unpleasant smile of his staying in place as he looks dextera in the eye. ]
who decided, though, that it should be pathetic to want to have someone to fill this painful hole in his heart? he’s so terribly, agonizingly lonely, and even guren doesn’t always assuage it. he needs his brother, or he needs god. ]
[ dextera is being dismissed, released, something—whatever it is, he’ll gladly take it, because this is the closest he’s come to the edge of what his self-security can handle.
he picks up the book and puts it in the inner pocket of his coat, glancing only briefly to the small offering of coconut water he brought over. ryo can keep it. it’s fine. ]
…
[ dextera retreats after that, and he’s going to hole himself up in his room until he can figure out what he feels. ]
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I'm right, aren't I? [ the corners of his mouth lift slightly, hinting at a smile, and it's not a nice smile. far from it, actually; it looks like it belongs to a predator that just stumbled along a wounded prey. ]
You're chasing the past and expecting God to solve your problems for you.
[ there's literally no need to say any of this when he already hit a sore spot, but ryo asuka is not a good person and sometimes the darkness that festers inside him bleeds through. ]
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he considers ryo a friend, too, so it hurts just a little more than it would from someone else. ]
…
[ and underneath the pain, he’s… angry. he’s angry, helplessly so, a victim of his own erratic emotions when he has too many feelings and not enough memories to make sense of them. ]
So what?
[ the movements of his hands this time are sharp. ]
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[ he's indifferent to the anger, to the sharpness present in his gestures. ryo's voice is calm like a placid lake, that unpleasant smile of his staying in place as he looks dextera in the eye. ]
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who decided, though, that it should be pathetic to want to have someone to fill this painful hole in his heart? he’s so terribly, agonizingly lonely, and even guren doesn’t always assuage it. he needs his brother, or he needs god. ]
Stop it.
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Don't forget to take the book with you.
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he picks up the book and puts it in the inner pocket of his coat, glancing only briefly to the small offering of coconut water he brought over. ryo can keep it. it’s fine. ]
…
[ dextera retreats after that, and he’s going to hole himself up in his room until he can figure out what he feels. ]