Jin is at Dokja's side as he approaches, seeming to watch him like a hawk- as if he might need some support. which isn't a bad thing given how dead tired he looks? he looks like he hasn't slept in days.
his hair is still damp, clothes changed from what he wore last night. when he sits next to his companion does he observe him quietly. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk. [ it's already strange enough the man didn't come hunting him down. however, given what was happening during curfew, he already has an idea as to why that is. ]
[ Sorry that the trauma hit him so hard during his disassociation episode that all of his violent tendencies got nerfed to 0. Joonghyuk hears his name, at least based on how Niah looks at Dokja, but he doesn't really...
[ Hmmm. He'll reach out to pat Joonghyuk, but mostly to pull his head towards him so they can gingerly knock heads. this is a mistake because Dokja winces for a moment, hissing. ] Damn, that still hurts.
[ he sighs after, letting them just sit here for a moment. dissociation episode yjh will you even notice that Dokja just freshly showered? he smells so nice. nevermind that he coughs up some emerald-colored flowers just now. ]
You probably blame me for disappearing again. But I really didn't have any control over it, so don't hit me when you feel more like yourself again, alright? [ it's like talking to a wall, almost. how he expects no response from his companion, not while he's like this. so, he just continues. maybe it's better if he imagines he's just talking out loud. ] I woke up not long after everyone else went to sleep, I thought maybe I'd get to explore but something knocked me out.
..I had a dream. I was sitting in front of a computer, and when I could register the words on the screen.. I knew it was a new chapter of Ways of Survival that had been published. But that story already finished, I already had my End. So it felt surreal. Even if it was right there in front of my eyes.
[ he glances over to Joonghyuk, for any sign or reaction. or maybe he's just letting the words register- whether for him or himself is hard to say. ]
[ He winces when Dokja just knocks their heads together, but he stays leaned. Whether Dokja knows it or not, he does register who this is... And how he just showered. The emerald petals, too, he takes not in the dark sea he's in.
It's too bad he doesn't react that much. His fingers do slightly curl when he hears the word of that novel. ]
I couldn't move, not that I expected to in a dream. Couldn't do much but keep trying to read. The words seem to cut, ink pouring out from me.
[ from every opening. from fresh wounds, his eyes, his mouth.. but he kept trying to read. he stares off, distantly, as if he's back in his room, in front of that computer. how his mind started to break- disconnect. rinse and repeat. over and over.
for a moment, he forgets he's here. his voice is still raspy, still dry, forcing himself to clear it as he straightens a little. ]
I woke up earlier today, probably after the body was found.. since I saw the news on the typewriter when I got back. But when I initially woke up I was in a wooden box. [ he coughs again, spitting a few amethyst-colored petals now off to the side. blech. ] It was a pain in the ass, crawling out from underground.
[ ah... he's really feeling it now. he's so, so tired. he just wants to sleep. but the shock of it hits him like a wave, that feeling of being buried alive. oxygen fleeting, the dirt falling on him as he desperately tried to crawl out as quickly as possible. at least before he suffocated.
he drops his head on Joonghyuk's shoulder, eyes drifting a little. maybe he should try and snap Joonghyuk out of the state he's in but he's spent so much strength today just trying to fight out of the hell he woke up in. he just wants to sleep. ]
[ me: what the fuck joonghyuk, trapped in his own body: what the fuck
The disconnect is too strong, but Joonghyuk does feel worry. Concern. What the fuck is all of that supposed to mean? Is this relevant to the hotel? Is this a hint?
... Is this real? Are they having this conversation? Is he here? Is Dokja—is Dokja really here?
He hasn't seen him in so long. It had been years of fighting the scenarios and suddenly, in this hotel, he meets him and some others from a time where he promised to help them. In the end, he failed. He's lost. Who is he...? Who is he now? What is his purpose? How was he living?
Just day to day.
...
Is this all a dream?
Somehow, some way, Joonghyuk reaches for Dokja's hand to hold. ]
[ in the end it probably means nothing, thinks Dokja. even if Rin thinks that someone must have been trying to kill him, as likely Kaeya as well, but he's not really thinking about it. after all, if they didn't kill him after he was knocked out, they could've just tied his hands up to assure his death in that grave. he would have certainly suffocated with his hands not freed.
he stares hard at his own hands, a bit more roughed up and sore after having to crawl his way out. but he catches a glimpse of Joonghyuk's and he takes it into his own, carefully. Dokja doesn't say anything else, he's shared all of the experience with him. anything else would be more on the details but he's. kinda done talking about it now.
he'll just sit here with him, hold his hand. Jin buries herself close to them, curling all nine of her tails over their legs. nudging her muzzle into Niah's fur. ]
Might call it an early day. [ but he doesn't want to stay in his room. and he sure isn't just going to leave Joonghyuk by himself? so, when he finds the strength to move again, he can just lead them both back to joonghyuk's room. that way Dokja doesn't feel the weight of being alone, and Joonghyuk at least has some reassurance he's still here.]
[ Damn… This really is how the silent Friday is going to end. Fortunately, Niah is more responsive and nudges his muzzle against Jin’s. Joonghyuk stays silent, blankly looking elsewhere, but at least he’s holding on. He also follows.
They can be at peace for now, or at peace for however long they can be going into trial and execution. It’ll take Joonghyuk a while to break free from the chains of his own kind and body, but he’s still here. ]
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Joonghyuk is just sitting somewhere in this void of a place... Niah is there with him, whining. ]
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Jin is at Dokja's side as he approaches, seeming to watch him like a hawk- as if he might need some support. which isn't a bad thing given how dead tired he looks? he looks like he hasn't slept in days.
his hair is still damp, clothes changed from what he wore last night. when he sits next to his companion does he observe him quietly. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk. [ it's already strange enough the man didn't come hunting him down. however, given what was happening during curfew, he already has an idea as to why that is. ]
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Do much? ]
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[ he sighs after, letting them just sit here for a moment. dissociation episode yjh will you even notice that Dokja just freshly showered? he smells so nice. nevermind that he coughs up some emerald-colored flowers just now. ]
You probably blame me for disappearing again. But I really didn't have any control over it, so don't hit me when you feel more like yourself again, alright? [ it's like talking to a wall, almost. how he expects no response from his companion, not while he's like this. so, he just continues. maybe it's better if he imagines he's just talking out loud. ] I woke up not long after everyone else went to sleep, I thought maybe I'd get to explore but something knocked me out.
..I had a dream. I was sitting in front of a computer, and when I could register the words on the screen.. I knew it was a new chapter of Ways of Survival that had been published. But that story already finished, I already had my End. So it felt surreal. Even if it was right there in front of my eyes.
[ he glances over to Joonghyuk, for any sign or reaction. or maybe he's just letting the words register- whether for him or himself is hard to say. ]
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It's too bad he doesn't react that much. His fingers do slightly curl when he hears the word of that novel. ]
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[ from every opening. from fresh wounds, his eyes, his mouth.. but he kept trying to read. he stares off, distantly, as if he's back in his room, in front of that computer. how his mind started to break- disconnect. rinse and repeat. over and over.
for a moment, he forgets he's here. his voice is still raspy, still dry, forcing himself to clear it as he straightens a little. ]
I woke up earlier today, probably after the body was found.. since I saw the news on the typewriter when I got back. But when I initially woke up I was in a wooden box. [ he coughs again, spitting a few amethyst-colored petals now off to the side. blech. ] It was a pain in the ass, crawling out from underground.
[ ah... he's really feeling it now. he's so, so tired. he just wants to sleep. but the shock of it hits him like a wave, that feeling of being buried alive. oxygen fleeting, the dirt falling on him as he desperately tried to crawl out as quickly as possible. at least before he suffocated.
he drops his head on Joonghyuk's shoulder, eyes drifting a little. maybe he should try and snap Joonghyuk out of the state he's in but he's spent so much strength today just trying to fight out of the hell he woke up in. he just wants to sleep. ]
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joonghyuk, trapped in his own body: what the fuck
The disconnect is too strong, but Joonghyuk does feel worry. Concern. What the fuck is all of that supposed to mean? Is this relevant to the hotel? Is this a hint?
... Is this real? Are they having this conversation? Is he here? Is Dokja—is Dokja really here?
He hasn't seen him in so long. It had been years of fighting the scenarios and suddenly, in this hotel, he meets him and some others from a time where he promised to help them. In the end, he failed. He's lost. Who is he...? Who is he now? What is his purpose? How was he living?
Just day to day.
...
Is this all a dream?
Somehow, some way, Joonghyuk reaches for Dokja's hand to hold. ]
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he stares hard at his own hands, a bit more roughed up and sore after having to crawl his way out. but he catches a glimpse of Joonghyuk's and he takes it into his own, carefully. Dokja doesn't say anything else, he's shared all of the experience with him. anything else would be more on the details but he's. kinda done talking about it now.
he'll just sit here with him, hold his hand. Jin buries herself close to them, curling all nine of her tails over their legs. nudging her muzzle into Niah's fur. ]
Might call it an early day. [ but he doesn't want to stay in his room. and he sure isn't just going to leave Joonghyuk by himself? so, when he finds the strength to move again, he can just lead them both back to joonghyuk's room. that way Dokja doesn't feel the weight of being alone, and Joonghyuk at least has some reassurance he's still here.]
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They can be at peace for now, or at peace for however long they can be going into trial and execution. It’ll take Joonghyuk a while to break free from the chains of his own kind and body, but he’s still here. ]