[ Dokja had been escorted back into the city by his two doting caretakers as if he were an unruly toddler - a comparison that isn't too far off the mark considering, it seems. after Himeka had taken great pains to ensure the Martyr's wounds had been tended enough he could sleep (relatively) comfortably, he was chivvied into bed and ordered a heaping dose of Rest in order for wounds to knit and to give his body time to heal from his ordeal. it was obvious he had a concussion, at the very least.
the poor man's face is still a mess of discolored bruises, but at least he's cleaned up of blood and grime from the day prior and hopefully feeling more human after a decent night's sleep. whenever Dokja's eyes part to find the sunlight already pouring in the window, he'll also find a certain silver-haired man having dragged a chair to his bedside, nursing a cup of some warm beverage in his hands and another on the bedside table.
a quiet reprieve before the priest notices his ward is awake... a rare moment of Quiet in Abel Nightroad's company. enjoy it, ]
day after April TDM, Godsblood
the poor man's face is still a mess of discolored bruises, but at least he's cleaned up of blood and grime from the day prior and hopefully feeling more human after a decent night's sleep. whenever Dokja's eyes part to find the sunlight already pouring in the window, he'll also find a certain silver-haired man having dragged a chair to his bedside, nursing a cup of some warm beverage in his hands and another on the bedside table.
a quiet reprieve before the priest notices his ward is awake... a rare moment of Quiet in Abel Nightroad's company. enjoy it, ]