[ ah. oh, this is real unfortunate. who could've forseen this turn of events? Abel's been hung up on, abandoned in utterly callous cruelty to his rabies-infested fate.
there truly is no God.
Dokja can probably see the moment the 'line' goes dead - Abel's eyes widen, sparkling in shimmering, tearful betrayal. his heart pangs in his chest; anguish begins building in his expression and his protests slowly go lax, still. pliant.
and then he goes boneless like a dead fish, sniffling pitifully, whimpering quietly beneath Dokja's hand. is he listening...? maybe. or maybe he's simply sinking into a DEEP DEPRESSION, whatever.
...it's a shame that - due to Dokja's close proximity to Abel's shard and their shared Legacy of the Martyr alike - Abel's hefty dose of amusement and his gross warm fuzzies of fondness are being betrayed right now and spoil the whole effect he's building here. damn bro, why you gotta tip a man's hand like that? not cool, Aion shit, not cool... ]
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there truly is no God.
Dokja can probably see the moment the 'line' goes dead - Abel's eyes widen, sparkling in shimmering, tearful betrayal. his heart pangs in his chest; anguish begins building in his expression and his protests slowly go lax, still. pliant.
and then he goes boneless like a dead fish, sniffling pitifully, whimpering quietly beneath Dokja's hand. is he listening...? maybe. or maybe he's simply sinking into a DEEP DEPRESSION, whatever.
...it's a shame that - due to Dokja's close proximity to Abel's shard and their shared Legacy of the Martyr alike - Abel's hefty dose of amusement and his gross warm fuzzies of fondness are being betrayed right now and spoil the whole effect he's building here. damn bro, why you gotta tip a man's hand like that? not cool, Aion shit, not cool... ]