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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?
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?
It's not that bad. [ Really said matter-of-fact. ]
I'm still alive, aren't I? [ Anyways, he tilts his head. ] Your choker, is it okay?
[ He doesn't dare move any closer to get a better look or anything, but he has to assume it didn't tear after that situation earlier. ]
I'm still alive, aren't I? [ Anyways, he tilts his head. ] Your choker, is it okay?
[ He doesn't dare move any closer to get a better look or anything, but he has to assume it didn't tear after that situation earlier. ]
Some people I know wouldn't even let me know before deciding to punch me. [ how kind to warn him. ] But no, it wouldn't change my mind.
[ nothing beats dying 7 times and almost dying like 30 times more. ]
It might have to do with the fact that if people were suspicious enough of you, it would be you being sent to your death instead of Bertolt Hoover.
[ nothing beats dying 7 times and almost dying like 30 times more. ]
It might have to do with the fact that if people were suspicious enough of you, it would be you being sent to your death instead of Bertolt Hoover.
[ 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. ]
- - - - -
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. ]
[ Shin Yoosung killed a lady just to protect her own zone to stay alive, she's an example of an eleven-year-old forced to kill. Not to mention Dokja knows for certain that the girl does not enjoy killing. ]
Even if you did have intentions of harming someone, I wouldn't judge your decision. [ He really do be speaking nonchalantly about murder. He's used to seeing killings so... ]
Not even if it means returning back home?
Even if you did have intentions of harming someone, I wouldn't judge your decision. [ He really do be speaking nonchalantly about murder. He's used to seeing killings so... ]
Not even if it means returning back home?
...
That would mean having a "home" to begin with. [ She thinks of Denji, and her heart swells up briefly before it falls into the pit of her stomach. It happens once, and then twice, all in the span of a few seconds. ]
Why don't you take me with, if we both live through this? I'm sure you can deal with another little murderous minor.
That would mean having a "home" to begin with. [ She thinks of Denji, and her heart swells up briefly before it falls into the pit of her stomach. It happens once, and then twice, all in the span of a few seconds. ]
Why don't you take me with, if we both live through this? I'm sure you can deal with another little murderous minor.
[ There's a look of understanding. After all, the two kids he took in didn't have a home anymore. He does blink at the sudden inquiry, and there's hardly a moment before- ]
Sure. [ Yeah. Just like that. Didn't really need any time to think about it. ]
Lee Jihye is around your age, she'd be happy to have you with us. Though she's a big Yoo Joonghyuk fan so keep that in mind. [ The last bit is said with some amusement. Imagine being a YJH simp (says Dokja, a YJH simp.) ]
Sure. [ Yeah. Just like that. Didn't really need any time to think about it. ]
Lee Jihye is around your age, she'd be happy to have you with us. Though she's a big Yoo Joonghyuk fan so keep that in mind. [ The last bit is said with some amusement. Imagine being a YJH simp (says Dokja, a YJH simp.) ]
What do you mean? Taking you to my world? Of course it's possible. [ It's funny because he even sounds and looks like he's genuinely telling the truth. ]
No no, she knows better than to fight over something like that, she would be too afraid of Yoo Joonghyuk disowning her.
No no, she knows better than to fight over something like that, she would be too afraid of Yoo Joonghyuk disowning her.
[ Jin continues her mindless pacing, ears folded back and tail lashing with some more huffing. Dokja focuses on Reze at that comment and gives her a smile. ]
There's a highlight. [ Small hum. ] ..With Yoo Joonghyuk, that was a good hit.
[ He's trying to play it like he wasn't worried but. You know. He was. ]
There's a highlight. [ Small hum. ] ..With Yoo Joonghyuk, that was a good hit.
[ He's trying to play it like he wasn't worried but. You know. He was. ]
[ Yeah. She knows.
Grigory keeps to himself, or stays glued to Reze, for the most part, but he cautiously approaches Jin. In mouse form, curiously inching closer.
Reze stares at her shoes, humming lightly. ]
You looked like you were gonna lose your mind.
Grigory keeps to himself, or stays glued to Reze, for the most part, but he cautiously approaches Jin. In mouse form, curiously inching closer.
Reze stares at her shoes, humming lightly. ]
You looked like you were gonna lose your mind.
[ Jin stops when the mouse draws closer, the fox peering over before moving to lay down and rest her muzzle on the floor near the other daemon. It seems to help her relax.
Dokja rubs at the back of his neck at that. ]
That guy has lived over one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-four lifetimes. ..No. It would be one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-five now. [ Gazes out. ] Dying isn't new for either of us.
[ Doesn't change the fact Reze makes a point. He might have lost his mind for a moment there. ] I just had to believe that damned mola was still alive.
Dokja rubs at the back of his neck at that. ]
That guy has lived over one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-four lifetimes. ..No. It would be one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-five now. [ Gazes out. ] Dying isn't new for either of us.
[ Doesn't change the fact Reze makes a point. He might have lost his mind for a moment there. ] I just had to believe that damned mola was still alive.
[ From where she's sitting, Reze hugs her knees.
Grigory lays flat on his stomach. Tiny nuzzle to bigger nuzzle... nuzzle smooch. ]
I can at least understand where you're coming from. I've made my head explode hundreds of times, and while it's nothing new it's also something that's gotten old, either. [ So she's saying that it's familiar; uncanny. She couldn't even feel fear or grief when they had first changed her body into that of a hybrid, already so distant from human emotions that self-destructing just felt natural. ]
I don't think he'd die while out of your reach. [ Also... wat the fuck ] What's with you guys giving each other weird nicknames? You really are just a couple of old farts.
Grigory lays flat on his stomach. Tiny nuzzle to bigger nuzzle... nuzzle smooch. ]
I can at least understand where you're coming from. I've made my head explode hundreds of times, and while it's nothing new it's also something that's gotten old, either. [ So she's saying that it's familiar; uncanny. She couldn't even feel fear or grief when they had first changed her body into that of a hybrid, already so distant from human emotions that self-destructing just felt natural. ]
I don't think he'd die while out of your reach. [ Also... wat the fuck ] What's with you guys giving each other weird nicknames? You really are just a couple of old farts.
[ gasps..... nuzzle smooch. Jin wags her tail happily at that. ]
If anything, I would have expected him to hang on long enough to get healed on his death bed. He's stubborn enough to deny death. [ Quite literally, ignoring the call of regression. At least that familiarity seems to calm him more. ]
..Hey hey, I'm only twenty-eight years old? Be kind to this ahjussi. [ Doesn't even defend Joonghyuk's honor. ] He insults me so it's only fair I return the favor.
If anything, I would have expected him to hang on long enough to get healed on his death bed. He's stubborn enough to deny death. [ Quite literally, ignoring the call of regression. At least that familiarity seems to calm him more. ]
..Hey hey, I'm only twenty-eight years old? Be kind to this ahjussi. [ Doesn't even defend Joonghyuk's honor. ] He insults me so it's only fair I return the favor.
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