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[ Wherever Reze is, whether she's wandering around ~~or wtfever~~, well here is Dokja! At least he looks a bit better than his return. Yoo Joonghyuk actually professionally ( don't you dare say anything) treated his wounds, arm in a sling still as he ever lightly taps her shoulder with his free hand. Jin, as an arctic fox, sits carefully beside the reader, one paw held carefully up to avoid putting pressure on it.

And when he gets her attention, he offers a small smile. He may not have been active at all during the trial, but he did. See some things. ] Are you alright?

[ STRAIGHT INTO MEMSHARE because i'm lazy and just wanna hit with feels. anyways, Dokja has tried to avoid touching the glass shards, but his daemon isn't as careful and it's accidental when it happens to be when Reze is nearby. | and here's some music.

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Your thoughts start to travel. It starts to drift. Everything was so difficult growing up. After all, when you were a child... things weren't good for you growing up.

When you blink, you're peering up at your mother, hiding slightly behind her as you tremble... as you shake. You're afraid. Looking at her, you can see the ever daily bruises marking her skin, and yet she still protects you, especially when you sport the same kind of bruises. Across from you both is y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.

It's hard to make out his face, you're afraid, you're afraid, it's another bad day. It's an endless cycle, even if she tries to take the brunt of it... you can feel yourself slipping away. You need to stop this.

One day, you will.

Someone like that doesn't deserve to live.

You both can't keep living like this. You have to.... you have to-

Your thoughts are a mess. You can't think. Everything happens so fast as if someone fast-forwarded your life just a bit- what's going on? Where are you?

Your mother is kneeling in front of you, face full of worry and she's trying to keep you steady. ]

Don't worry, Dokja-ya. I'll protect you.

[ Blood. There's blood. Some of it is on her, but not as much as you. You're covered in it. You're only a child, but you had to. behind her, someone is laying is there, a pool of blood beneath him. you know it's y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.

There's panic in your chest, your heart racing so rapidly. You can't breathe, your mother holds your face and asks you to focus on her. You don't hear it, but she tries to steady you. ]

Give me the knife.

[ The light gleams off the blade in your small hands, bloodied and there's red everywhere and your mother just asks you to trust her, that everything will be okay.

Everything goes black. And the memory starts to fade, as if it's being locked away, becoming fuzzy until you don't remember it anymore.

It's almost as if whatever happened.. didn't.

For some reason, all you remember is your mother being taken away.

You can hear your relatives talking; your mother is a murderer. How dare she slip her face into the newspapers?

There was a book about it. How she murdered your father.

Day and day again, news reporters hound, is the essay true? Did she really kill him? They ask again. And again.

Classmates would spit at you, they would kick you when you're down, and hurt you, but words you find hurt more; your mother made money by murdering. You're the son of a murderer.

You could bear to be the child of a murderer. However, it is different to be sold as a story. It is a different matter when your life was turned into money by someone.

You hated her for it. Should you forgive her?

And yet, it's as if you're remembering.

She didn't do it though. You know who did it. You forgot, shoved the memory so far away you forgot the truth.

But not her.

A mother will protect her child, no matter what.

Your eyes close again, and now you don't know what to feel anymore. ]

[ Well it's just Dokja and Reze here at the outpost it seems.

Dokja looks... tired, after earlier. Jin, on the other hand, seems anxious, softly growling and pacing as the arctic fox keeps peering back to the rest of the city. ]

[ aye bebe

She spots Dokja in the lobby, probably, and runs after him like a dog seeing a treat. ]

Ahjussi! Ahjussi!

[ Dokja will be wherever Reze is!! Hello daughter of his, he has a bit of a serious look in his eyes. ]

Reze-yah. [ He's giving off the 'there's something important to say here' vibes. ]

Edited 2021-11-07 21:09 (UTC)

[ Banging on his apartment door or something idk shE'S FINDING HIM. ]

How was your date with Joonghyuk that I planned brilliantly?

[ Who looks more dead him or her. ]

If I had known you'd write a letter, I would've choked you a little harder.

saturday baybee.

w2, tuesday. ( tw: abuse. mur...der.. )

w3, curfew time.

w5 ( tuesday )

w5, sunday post execution.

w6 ( wednesday until you tell me no )

w7 ( frid.. AY )