[ Why are you making me emo. I'm so sad. If I didn't know that it was a tutorial death this week I really would think you're deathflagging me.
Dokja does his best to smooth it out but Joonghyuk really is a big sad dog huh. His hand raises to brush hair for a moment until he gives him a chaste kiss. Something meant to reassure, maybe comfort.
Maybe get a grumpy reaction from his companion who knows. ] It'll be fine.
[ 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. ]
[ Stop depression. There have been some blips of emotions he's been feeling throughout the week, especially tonight, that do not belong to himself. He's briefly distracted by it but he's drawn back to Joonghyuk when he feels that weight on his shoulder.
Just as his companion's arms wrap around him, he returns the hold. One hand gently threading at the end of black hair soothingly. Focusing more on his presence than his thoughts.
Dokja knows there's a lot he can't really reassure. Not with the number of years that has been built upon in the past before murdergames, but this comfort for tonight is nice to have. The warmth in his arms, that holds him, at least for tonight they can relax as much as they can before the inevitable case and investigations the next few days. ]
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Dokja does his best to smooth it out but Joonghyuk really is a big sad dog huh. His hand raises to brush hair for a moment until he gives him a chaste kiss. Something meant to reassure, maybe comfort.
Maybe get a grumpy reaction from his companion who knows. ] It'll be fine.
[ Not really but.. for now, at least? ]
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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. ]
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Just as his companion's arms wrap around him, he returns the hold. One hand gently threading at the end of black hair soothingly. Focusing more on his presence than his thoughts.
Dokja knows there's a lot he can't really reassure. Not with the number of years that has been built upon in the past before murdergames, but this comfort for tonight is nice to have. The warmth in his arms, that holds him, at least for tonight they can relax as much as they can before the inevitable case and investigations the next few days. ]