[ Yes, it's familiar. The presence on the other end is familiar, too.
There's nothing in return for a long stretch of time, enough of it to make anyone think they were being ignored, but then there's a faint response. A dull, muffled pulse through their connection, slow and hesitant.
Dokja doesn't much like this method of communication. It's too easy to let his emotions slip past the barriers he'd carefully set in place for himself with his mental state as fragile as it is to have any control over what he feels, and this makes him wary, almost afraid of using this ability.
Even more so now when he knows who it is on the other end of the line.
But he's reminded of her help from before, of what Abel had told him about her sudden appearance at the Lovers shrine, and while he doesn't remove his stone just yet, he does tentatively reach out in return. Not a greeting, not a question, just an acknowledgement that he knows she's there. ]
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There's nothing in return for a long stretch of time, enough of it to make anyone think they were being ignored, but then there's a faint response. A dull, muffled pulse through their connection, slow and hesitant.
Dokja doesn't much like this method of communication. It's too easy to let his emotions slip past the barriers he'd carefully set in place for himself with his mental state as fragile as it is to have any control over what he feels, and this makes him wary, almost afraid of using this ability.
Even more so now when he knows who it is on the other end of the line.
But he's reminded of her help from before, of what Abel had told him about her sudden appearance at the Lovers shrine, and while he doesn't remove his stone just yet, he does tentatively reach out in return. Not a greeting, not a question, just an acknowledgement that he knows she's there. ]