[ a soft gasp, as his voice is dredged up from his throat by surprise.
like any normal person’s might be, dextera’s first reaction is to withdraw with a flinch. not by a demon, but he’s had his head pulled off before and it’s not a pleasant sensation. he doesn’t like pain, despite recognizing the importance of it—and he never has been able to build up a physical tolerance quite as strong as his psychological one.
it’s a small testament to his own experiences that no part of him thinks makoto is lying. ]
…
[ inevitably, though, his curiosity gets the better of him. the brief look of empathy for pain gives way to a flicker of guilt, and then his expression once again falls into the slight anxiety that seems to be his neutral face. dextera slowly leans forward like an animal trying to sniff out something new, his eyes on makoto’s neck—looking for a scar or some other sign that he was once beheaded. ]
no subject
[ a soft gasp, as his voice is dredged up from his throat by surprise.
like any normal person’s might be, dextera’s first reaction is to withdraw with a flinch. not by a demon, but he’s had his head pulled off before and it’s not a pleasant sensation. he doesn’t like pain, despite recognizing the importance of it—and he never has been able to build up a physical tolerance quite as strong as his psychological one.
it’s a small testament to his own experiences that no part of him thinks makoto is lying. ]
…
[ inevitably, though, his curiosity gets the better of him. the brief look of empathy for pain gives way to a flicker of guilt, and then his expression once again falls into the slight anxiety that seems to be his neutral face. dextera slowly leans forward like an animal trying to sniff out something new, his eyes on makoto’s neck—looking for a scar or some other sign that he was once beheaded. ]