[ dextera had been one of the first privy to the rules of the ritual, following abel’s initial instruction, but he hadn’t learned it directly from xishen. to hear that it was planned, that it was all orchestrated as a test of loyalty—surprisingly, anger flares in dextera’s chest, burning at his jaw before he swallows it down.
he has the luxury of being angry about it, but there’s nothing he can do on his own. not in this state. he lays his hand over his heart, willing it to stop beating so ferociously in his frustration. ]
I see.
[ he says, with his anger mostly—but not completely—suppressed. it’s the first time he’s shown it to howl. ]
no subject
[ dextera had been one of the first privy to the rules of the ritual, following abel’s initial instruction, but he hadn’t learned it directly from xishen. to hear that it was planned, that it was all orchestrated as a test of loyalty—surprisingly, anger flares in dextera’s chest, burning at his jaw before he swallows it down.
he has the luxury of being angry about it, but there’s nothing he can do on his own. not in this state. he lays his hand over his heart, willing it to stop beating so ferociously in his frustration. ]
I see.
[ he says, with his anger mostly—but not completely—suppressed. it’s the first time he’s shown it to howl. ]
You can’t leave.