The landscape before Eustace is dismal, cracked ground and red, ashy skies. It looks as though something had razed the very foundations of the earth, scorched it to a nothingness that spans for miles and miles and miles. But on closer inspection, a silhouette kneels in the distance, shoulders slumped and head hanging, the white of his coat stained red at the ends. Should Eustace approach, he'll find a familiar face.
Too bad that Dokja doesn't look up or even acknowledge the other man's presence, his despondent, dark gaze trained on a body lying in front of him as his scarred hands hold on to an even more scarred hand. It's Yoo Joonghyuk, pale and lifeless, with a clean stab wound that puddles blood where Dokja kneels. An unfamiliar sight for Eustace, but one that rings in haunting memories for Dokja, at the panic that had consumed him and stolen away his breath. He'd been sent into a frenzy back then, static noise in his mind as anxiety had gripped him by the throat with all its strength, but it's strange now... He distantly remembers this differently.
But with the nightmare doing its work, it's difficult to tell what's real or not, and the only thing Dokja can do in this moment is hopelessly stare down at the man he'd thought to be untouchable. ]
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The landscape before Eustace is dismal, cracked ground and red, ashy skies. It looks as though something had razed the very foundations of the earth, scorched it to a nothingness that spans for miles and miles and miles. But on closer inspection, a silhouette kneels in the distance, shoulders slumped and head hanging, the white of his coat stained red at the ends. Should Eustace approach, he'll find a familiar face.
Too bad that Dokja doesn't look up or even acknowledge the other man's presence, his despondent, dark gaze trained on a body lying in front of him as his scarred hands hold on to an even more scarred hand. It's Yoo Joonghyuk, pale and lifeless, with a clean stab wound that puddles blood where Dokja kneels. An unfamiliar sight for Eustace, but one that rings in haunting memories for Dokja, at the panic that had consumed him and stolen away his breath. He'd been sent into a frenzy back then, static noise in his mind as anxiety had gripped him by the throat with all its strength, but it's strange now... He distantly remembers this differently.
But with the nightmare doing its work, it's difficult to tell what's real or not, and the only thing Dokja can do in this moment is hopelessly stare down at the man he'd thought to be untouchable. ]