[ set makes it feel so easy, and that’s frightening, in a way. when dextera feels comfortable around someone, he’s usually misguided—but perhaps because set is so boldly who he says he is, there’s no real deception beyond the little lies that are told by anyone in the day to day.
he can almost see himself, like the table of diplomacy still in his mind’s eye, laying his head on set’s lap. the communion might tip that way with a little pressure, but dextera remains only voice, cautious with his touch. ]
Do you know the Archangel?
[ he’ll start there. that will make things easier, he thinks. ]
no subject
he can almost see himself, like the table of diplomacy still in his mind’s eye, laying his head on set’s lap. the communion might tip that way with a little pressure, but dextera remains only voice, cautious with his touch. ]
Do you know the Archangel?
[ he’ll start there. that will make things easier, he thinks. ]