6th Idea Sephira: Sin

[sinsoftheblaze]

[waking up covered in blood wasn't necessarily a new thing for Dextera. it happened far too often back home that it's more or less stopped bothering him.

waking up with the words 'The Blaze' and 'Sinner' on his arms? well that's a different story. an upsetting story, but a true story. that and he finally realized the blood was coming from places where he had been killed in the past.

sighing, Dextera knew he couldn't stay in his room forever and decided to head to the library for a bit. picking out a book on fairy tales and the best hiding spot he could find, Dextera sat down for some reading and ignoring the words written on his arms.

Dextera hoped that no one would find him but it was kind of hard to ignore the blood trail he had left. he'll apologize for that later.]

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[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Ashura had not been happy with wanting to stay in the room either. He never had been good at such things. He needed fresh air, something to distract his mind. A new book, a new story. He could hurry to the library, fetch one, and go back. Simple. Just ignore the blood he'd leave on the pages.

He crept in, hoping that he did not ruin the flooring to much, but he could see others had left blood so he felt less concerned for it now. Out of concern, though, he follows the foot steps and frowns when he comes across Dextera.]</sub>

Dextera. Are you all right?

[sinsoftheblaze]

[Dextera jumps a little bit when he hears Ashura's voice and okay, he could understand that leaving behind a large blood trail didn't make hiding all that easy, but he had been hoping that no one would find him.

but the mute nods despite his 'injuries' and despite the fact that he was trying to make himself look as small as physically possible. that and hide his arms that spelled out - to Dextera - the worst things of himself. given that they're inked on in black, it's a little difficult.]

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Ashura nodded quietly, covered in so much blood it was a wonder his very skin was not stained red. The scent of charred flesh followed him.

He approached the young man, resting a hand on his head.]</sub>

Good. I just... just good.

_{[ He was at a loss for words, hurt and lost as anyone else.]}

[sinsoftheblaze]

[he can't help but flinch at the touch, remembering why there was blood in his hair and the pain of having his skull cracked open. but that was another story, one Dextera was not up to dealing with.

instead he shuts the book he was reading and gets out his journal. that at the very least he didn't mind staining with his blood.]

I'm sorry.

[for the blood he was leaving? for whatever was going on? he knew that he couldn't apologize over something he couldn't control, but Dextera still couldn't help writing the words that were second nature to him at this point.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura read the words and looked at Dextera, shaking his head. ]}

No need to apologize, Dextera.

[sinsoftheblaze]

[he looks up after wiping away some blood.]

Feel like I should. Wrong things.

[he can't help but look at his arms when he says that.]

Are you okay?

[wishmadeinfire]

I'm fine, just... to much thinking, I suppose.

And... I suppose, for what it's worth, I forgive you, Dextera.

[sinsoftheblaze]

[Dextera smiles but it's a very...bitter smile.]

Thinking hurts sometimes.

[but they were human beings. thinking was something that just happened.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He nodded at that, trailing his fingers through the blood on his hands. ]}

Aye, that it does. This makes not thinking of such things harder.

[sinsoftheblaze]

People have to think, right?

[because he really wished they didn't have to.]

[wishmadeinfire]

I suppose we do.It is hard to still the mind, which is meditation is a skill earned through years of practice.

[sinsoftheblaze]

'meditation'?

[he hasn't heard that word before...]

[wishmadeinfire]

It is a practice where ones empties the mind and centers the body's energies. It is a way to relax.