[ There'd never been any expectation behind his words, uttered freely and genuinely. Love and affectoin had never been shackles for him, only a source of strength, and he has no plans of changing that now either for himself or for Dokja. It's enough to simply say it, to be able to voice his feelings aloud without fear of rejection.
So when the reply comes, soft and muffled against his shoulder, he's caught off-guard, whole body momentarily going still from surprise. It would be less surprising coming from anyone else but Dokja, with his habit of avoiding and deflecting and running away from everything that makes him feel remotely uncomfortable. Though maybe the sentiment itself shouldn't be so much of a surprise after how closely Dokja has stuck to his side ever since they'd returned from the Great Tree. Still, there's something about hearing it vocalized aloud that fills him with a weird sort of giddiness, caught between fierce joy and a sudden paralyzing fear at the reminder of how much he has to lose now.
As usual, it's easier to channel his feelings into action instead of words. (Not like they really need words anyway, when the invisible threads of their Aspect have always bound them together.) Rather than say anything, he tightens his hold on Dokja, pulling him in close like the world might end at any moment. Tomorrow they'll have to get up, go to work, return to the harsh reality wherein the fate of the world (and their worlds) lies in their hands. Today they can pretend that it's just the two of them, their biggest problem being the question of who hogs the sheets at night.
i really gave you a tag of nothing but introspection i'm so sorry, we can wrap this up and move on ]
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So when the reply comes, soft and muffled against his shoulder, he's caught off-guard, whole body momentarily going still from surprise. It would be less surprising coming from anyone else but Dokja, with his habit of avoiding and deflecting and running away from everything that makes him feel remotely uncomfortable. Though maybe the sentiment itself shouldn't be so much of a surprise after how closely Dokja has stuck to his side ever since they'd returned from the Great Tree. Still, there's something about hearing it vocalized aloud that fills him with a weird sort of giddiness, caught between fierce joy and a sudden paralyzing fear at the reminder of how much he has to lose now.
As usual, it's easier to channel his feelings into action instead of words. (Not like they really need words anyway, when the invisible threads of their Aspect have always bound them together.) Rather than say anything, he tightens his hold on Dokja, pulling him in close like the world might end at any moment. Tomorrow they'll have to get up, go to work, return to the harsh reality wherein the fate of the world (and their worlds) lies in their hands. Today they can pretend that it's just the two of them, their biggest problem being the question of who hogs the sheets at night.
i really gave you a tag of nothing but introspection i'm so sorry, we can wrap this up and move on ]