[ He knows that look and he can read his body language. This is an uncommon side, but he has seen it once or maybe twice. Just a small window of him between walls of composure and bravado. It's to be expected. Joonghyuk is old enough to understand what it's like to catch something in your throat, to have your heart race so fast it feels like you're going to die—because once upon a time, he allowed himself to love another. This isn't that and he's a lot older than he was then. This doesn't have him nervous at all.
... Whatever Dokja's answer is, he would accept it. In the end, he only cares to be by his side. Quietly in his mind, he berates himself. To covet something from another wordline... Something that isn't yours. To envy someone else's situation, just for that moment, where another Yoo Joonghyuk can speak to a Kim Dokja who's whole. This may not be his Kim Dokja, the one trapped behind the Final Wall and waiting for him, but he's still Kim Dokja and his desire to stay by his companion is too strong.
But Yoo Joonghyuk knows his place. It's why he doesn't reach out to grab onto his wrist. His hands stay on his lap, fingers woven together to keep his hands occupied. Niah beside him whines, but whimpers quiet eventually. The choice is Dokja's and Dokja's alone because if Joonghyuk can do anything here, maybe he can make the other man happy for a bit. Maybe they can be happy for a bit.
Still, it's important to define relationships and boundaries. Joonghyuk doesn't want to accept frivolous kisses from anyone, not even from someone he loves. ]
[ That gaze wanders, meeting Niah as he catches sound of those whines and whimpers and it tugs at him. Especially when Jin is so quick to try and comfort the other daemon. She nuzzles against his cheek, emitting soft noises.
Dokja looks away but catches the sight of a few black feathers that gathered from where he had shook loose his wings earlier. He stops to think, pushes earlier thoughts back, covering them to think about another time. In a moment that isn't now. He moves over to gather them up, moving over back to Joonghyuk.
Carefully, he takes a hand, just to loosen a bit so he can press a stack of large shiny black feathers into his hand. ]
Take these for me. We might be able to make use of them later.
[ For what? He's not sure just yet. But better to keep some in his companion's inventory while he keeps just a few himself. With that done, he steps back, Jin carefully untangling herself from Niah despite clear reluctance. ] I'm gonna get going.
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[ He knows that look and he can read his body language. This is an uncommon side, but he has seen it once or maybe twice. Just a small window of him between walls of composure and bravado. It's to be expected. Joonghyuk is old enough to understand what it's like to catch something in your throat, to have your heart race so fast it feels like you're going to die—because once upon a time, he allowed himself to love another. This isn't that and he's a lot older than he was then. This doesn't have him nervous at all.
... Whatever Dokja's answer is, he would accept it. In the end, he only cares to be by his side. Quietly in his mind, he berates himself. To covet something from another wordline... Something that isn't yours. To envy someone else's situation, just for that moment, where another Yoo Joonghyuk can speak to a Kim Dokja who's whole. This may not be his Kim Dokja, the one trapped behind the Final Wall and waiting for him, but he's still Kim Dokja and his desire to stay by his companion is too strong.
But Yoo Joonghyuk knows his place. It's why he doesn't reach out to grab onto his wrist. His hands stay on his lap, fingers woven together to keep his hands occupied. Niah beside him whines, but whimpers quiet eventually. The choice is Dokja's and Dokja's alone because if Joonghyuk can do anything here, maybe he can make the other man happy for a bit. Maybe they can be happy for a bit.
Still, it's important to define relationships and boundaries. Joonghyuk doesn't want to accept frivolous kisses from anyone, not even from someone he loves. ]
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Dokja looks away but catches the sight of a few black feathers that gathered from where he had shook loose his wings earlier. He stops to think, pushes earlier thoughts back, covering them to think about another time. In a moment that isn't now. He moves over to gather them up, moving over back to Joonghyuk.
Carefully, he takes a hand, just to loosen a bit so he can press a stack of large shiny black feathers into his hand. ]
Take these for me. We might be able to make use of them later.
[ For what? He's not sure just yet. But better to keep some in his companion's inventory while he keeps just a few himself. With that done, he steps back, Jin carefully untangling herself from Niah despite clear reluctance. ] I'm gonna get going.