[ What a turn of events, and Dokja is left reeling as he's pulled forward, his face suddenly tucked against Eustace's clavicle. For a second, he's stunned, his eyes wide as he stares at nothing in particular, whole body tense. It's not like this is new for them either, but it still manages to feel like the first time, his heart rapidly beating in his chest.
... It's not discomfort that spills out of him, though. This close, Dokja can feel Eustace's own heartbeat, and that alone eventually relaxes him as he practically sinks against the other man. ]
What the hell...
[ At odds with his words, their Exalt connection twines ever closer, and it's pure happiness and relief on Dokja's end. There's a small lift of his lips that he's quick to hide as he turns his face inward, one arm coming to rest around Eustace to hold him close in return. It's not lost on Dokja how right this feels, how content he is. There's a giddiness welling up inside of him that's difficult to ignore, but most of all, he feels completely safe. Maybe that's why his eyes are quick to slip closed as exhaustion finally sets in, and maybe that's why his mind shuts off with the knowledge that he can let his guard down here. Dokja won't say it in words, but the feeling that he gives off is clearly felt.
[ He'd expected more pushback, verbally or physically or both, so it's surprising when Dokja gives in near immediately, face sinking into his shoulder and one arm wrapping around in a similar motion. Surprising and worrying, because how bad must things have been while he was gone for a simple hug to elicit a reaction like this? Despite the contentment that resonates through their connection his heart aches, and his arm tightens even more around Dokja.
But there's no point worrying now about what he could have done. There's only the present and the future lying in front of them, and if this is what it takes it ensure that Dokja feels safe and convinced of his presence then this is what he'll do every night until those fears shrink back into the shadows. If his heart beats too loud in his chest and he's left acutely aware of every small movement in front of him....well, it's not like he hasn't had plenty of practice suppressing emotions that might otherwise interfere with his day to day life.
Though here, in the safety of their house, the privacy of their room, it's easier to loosen the chokehold on his feelings. Little by little, his body relaxes and his breathing evens out. His worries from before fade away, replaced by a contentment to match Dokja's own. For now they can both be honest with each other, with their feelings if not their words. ]
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my screaming is still heard in the distance
... It's not discomfort that spills out of him, though. This close, Dokja can feel Eustace's own heartbeat, and that alone eventually relaxes him as he practically sinks against the other man. ]
What the hell...
[ At odds with his words, their Exalt connection twines ever closer, and it's pure happiness and relief on Dokja's end. There's a small lift of his lips that he's quick to hide as he turns his face inward, one arm coming to rest around Eustace to hold him close in return. It's not lost on Dokja how right this feels, how content he is. There's a giddiness welling up inside of him that's difficult to ignore, but most of all, he feels completely safe. Maybe that's why his eyes are quick to slip closed as exhaustion finally sets in, and maybe that's why his mind shuts off with the knowledge that he can let his guard down here. Dokja won't say it in words, but the feeling that he gives off is clearly felt.
He's so glad that Eustace is back. ]
like yaywon screaming for kisumi
But there's no point worrying now about what he could have done. There's only the present and the future lying in front of them, and if this is what it takes it ensure that Dokja feels safe and convinced of his presence then this is what he'll do every night until those fears shrink back into the shadows. If his heart beats too loud in his chest and he's left acutely aware of every small movement in front of him....well, it's not like he hasn't had plenty of practice suppressing emotions that might otherwise interfere with his day to day life.
Though here, in the safety of their house, the privacy of their room, it's easier to loosen the chokehold on his feelings. Little by little, his body relaxes and his breathing evens out. His worries from before fade away, replaced by a contentment to match Dokja's own. For now they can both be honest with each other, with their feelings if not their words. ]