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kim dokja ([personal profile] salvageable) wrote 2023-12-03 07:13 am (UTC)

[ Welcome back, Eustace, even if there's nothing celebratory about the atmosphere he returns to.

At the sound of the cocoon finally tearing open, Dokja stirs, his face lifting to stare at the hole growing wider and wider. It takes a second for his sleep deprived mind to kick into gear, and then he's scrambling forward on his hands and knees, only finally making it to his feet when Eustace tumbles out. It's Dokja's turn to catch the other man now, but there's no strength in his legs to support them both, so down he goes, still clinging to Eustace. He doesn't make a sound, doesn't care about the sap now dirtying his clothes, he just keeps both arms wrapped tight around Eustace.

There's a hard lump in Dokja's throat that makes it hard for him to even swallow around it, let alone speak, so he keeps quiet as he closes his eyes and tucks his face against the crook of Eustace's neck. He'd missed him so much... It had just been a week, but left alone with only his thoughts for company, it had felt like several lifetimes. He trembles and shakes, but he doesn't have any more tears to spare in this moment.

So excuse him for just kneeling there, holding on to Eustace like a lifeline, as a cacophony of emotions slam into the both of them. There's relief, guilt, sadness, anger, happiness, despair... And so much more. Too much more, difficult to separate and tell apart with how overwhelming they all are, but Dokja doesn't have the energy to keep himself in check right now. ]

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