[ STOP HE'S DEPRESSED. He's allowing a lot of things today, only because it is Thursday... And he isn't sure if Dokja will be there in the morning. It takes him back to the last week of trial in chasma, but it is a fear he had long before he was dragged into these stupid murder games. He remembers the Demon Realm, waking up to find that he had been unconscious since the Demon King Selection and left his comrades to fight the Indescribable Distance alone.
And that Dokja had sacrificed himself again.
Years upon years with his companions, waking up to know that they've failed and lost. He should be numb and he tells himself that. He should continue to push Dokja away and punish him for making him and their friends suffer. Tonight, however, he can't find the ounce of resistance left in him, especially after the kiss.
His lips don't press back, but his head falls to rest on Dokja's shoulder as his arms gently wrap around him... As if this can be a cage to keep Dokja safe. ]
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And that Dokja had sacrificed himself again.
Years upon years with his companions, waking up to know that they've failed and lost. He should be numb and he tells himself that. He should continue to push Dokja away and punish him for making him and their friends suffer. Tonight, however, he can't find the ounce of resistance left in him, especially after the kiss.
His lips don't press back, but his head falls to rest on Dokja's shoulder as his arms gently wrap around him... As if this can be a cage to keep Dokja safe. ]