[ Guess it's time for Eustace to learn how to pee while Dokja stands watch at the door.
It would also be nice for Eustace to learn what to say to ease someone's bone-deep worries, but unfortunately that's going to take a few more years of practice. All he has now are his feelings, clumsy but true, and his penchant for channeling those feelings through his actions.
Now that his hands are free, he lifts them both up so he can settle them against Dokja's face, one on each side, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. They're close enough that it doesn't take much for him to lean forward and press their foreheads together, both as an anchor for him to hold onto and a display of comfort. ]
Please don't blame yourself for this.
[ No doubt the words are futile, the tiniest of buoys in the midst of a vast ocean, but he feels like has to try all the same. Dokja's suffered enough. They both have. If there's any way to move on from this, to recover from all the heartbreak they've gone through, then he'll give it his all to make it happen.
Though a good first start would probably be to leave the gloomy shadows of the Great Tree first. He sighs, letting his eyelids fall closed briefly. ]
We should get going.
[ Please let him put on shoes and socks so he can tiredly trudge the rest of the way back home. ]
[ When Eustace's hands come up to hold his face, Dokja immediately leans into the touch. And when Eustace presses their foreheads together, Dokja stills, soaking up the familiar warmth from their points of contact. He feels his heart stir, the same way it does every time they have a moment alone together like this, and then it softens at the request. Eustace could ask the world of him and Dokja would unquestioningly give it to him, so it's difficult now to try and deny him this.
The most he can do is give it an attempt. Not for his sake, but Eustace's.
Even so, Dokja doesn't pull away just yet at the prompting for them to get moving. Instead, he closes his own eyes and leans forward to press a lingering kiss against Eustace's lips, holding steady for just a moment before he pulls away to quickly turn his head to the side.
Despite all of his crying from throughout the week, it seems like he'd had a few more tears left to spare, and he wipes at them with the back of his hand as he finally shuffles aside, releasing Eustace so that he can put on his socks and shoes.
[ your tag was so gay and then you had to evoke feet
It's fine though, it's fine. Feet are a small price to pay for Dokja's valiant attempt at not self-sabotaging himself into the ground. The kiss helps too, and Eustace feels a little bit of his worries melt away. Trouble will eventually find them, as it always does, but surely they can weather through the worst of it together. (Surely…)
But first things first. It's goodbye feet, hello socks and shoes, both tugged on at a snail's pace as the ache of being reborn settles deeper into his bones.
Out of habit, he reaches for the bag once he's all dressed, ignoring his exhaustion to try and sling it over his shoulder. ]
His head turns back around right as Eustace reaches for the bag, and Dokja's instantly moving, his own hand grabbing the strap to pull it to him. He must look silly right now with his puffy, red eyes, but the way his eyebrows are scrunched together shows his usual stubborn determination. ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ His tone is scolding as he carefully shakes off Eustace's hand so that Dokja can sling the bag over his shoulder instead. With raw concern now pushing aside some of that depression, he can act a little more like himself again. ]
Personally he thinks it's abundantly clear what he's doing - getting their stuff together so they can leave? - but it's a testament to how tired he is that there's no pushback when Dokja grabs the bag from him, just reluctant acceptance as his hand drops down to hang by his side.
Still, he's not so tired that he can't walk the rest of the way back on his own two feet?? Let him keep a tiny shred of his pride. (Did he carry Dokja home when their roles had been reversed last time? Maybe, but that's not important.) ]
I can walk.
[ See! He'll even demonstrate by walking slowly away from the broken cocoon behind them. ]
[ They're too much alike in this way, and Dokja doesn't like it one bit. He frowns as Eustace moves at a snail's pace for the outside, and Dokja gives it a couple of seconds before he huffs out a breath and strides forward to step in front of Eustace's path.
There's no asking for permission here as he effortlessly scoops Eustace into his arms in a bridal carry. Dokja may look like stick and bones and zero sleep, but there's no denying his inhuman strength when he makes this look so easy. ]
It'll take us another week to get back home if you walk.
[ And he can't wait that long!! Anyway, he heads for the Cornerstone that'll take them back to Springstar. ]
[ He always forgets about Dokja's monstrous strength, especially when the man does his best to appear unassuming and bookish everywhere else.
It's a good thing Eustace is too tired to complain though, and outside of the brief moment where his entire body tenses in surprise he opts to accept his fate with grace otherwise, even going to far as to lean his head against Dokja's shoulder once they're both settled. ]
Fine. [ He's not happy about this (even if I am) but fine!! ] Don't push yourself too hard though.
[ Says the guy who just popped out of a cocoon after dying. He truly is in no position to be saying such things. ]
[ He'll push himself as hard as he wants to, thank you very much!!!
But when he feels Eustace lean his head against his shoulder, Dokja's heart does a funny little flip in his chest, and emotions start to well up in both his eyes and throat again. For now, all he can do is hold Eustace a little tighter to him, exhaustion forcefully shoved away so that Dokja can remain alert to safely return the both of them home.
Once they get back, Eustace is going to have the most helicopter boyfriend... Good bye and see you in the next one. ]
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It would also be nice for Eustace to learn what to say to ease someone's bone-deep worries, but unfortunately that's going to take a few more years of practice. All he has now are his feelings, clumsy but true, and his penchant for channeling those feelings through his actions.
Now that his hands are free, he lifts them both up so he can settle them against Dokja's face, one on each side, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. They're close enough that it doesn't take much for him to lean forward and press their foreheads together, both as an anchor for him to hold onto and a display of comfort. ]
Please don't blame yourself for this.
[ No doubt the words are futile, the tiniest of buoys in the midst of a vast ocean, but he feels like has to try all the same. Dokja's suffered enough. They both have. If there's any way to move on from this, to recover from all the heartbreak they've gone through, then he'll give it his all to make it happen.
Though a good first start would probably be to leave the gloomy shadows of the Great Tree first. He sighs, letting his eyelids fall closed briefly. ]
We should get going.
[ Please let him put on shoes and socks so he can tiredly trudge the rest of the way back home. ]
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The most he can do is give it an attempt. Not for his sake, but Eustace's.
Even so, Dokja doesn't pull away just yet at the prompting for them to get moving. Instead, he closes his own eyes and leans forward to press a lingering kiss against Eustace's lips, holding steady for just a moment before he pulls away to quickly turn his head to the side.
Despite all of his crying from throughout the week, it seems like he'd had a few more tears left to spare, and he wipes at them with the back of his hand as he finally shuffles aside, releasing Eustace so that he can put on his socks and shoes.
Farewell, Eusfeet... ]
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It's fine though, it's fine. Feet are a small price to pay for Dokja's valiant attempt at not self-sabotaging himself into the ground. The kiss helps too, and Eustace feels a little bit of his worries melt away. Trouble will eventually find them, as it always does, but surely they can weather through the worst of it together. (Surely…)
But first things first. It's goodbye feet, hello socks and shoes, both tugged on at a snail's pace as the ache of being reborn settles deeper into his bones.
Out of habit, he reaches for the bag once he's all dressed, ignoring his exhaustion to try and sling it over his shoulder. ]
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His head turns back around right as Eustace reaches for the bag, and Dokja's instantly moving, his own hand grabbing the strap to pull it to him. He must look silly right now with his puffy, red eyes, but the way his eyebrows are scrunched together shows his usual stubborn determination. ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ His tone is scolding as he carefully shakes off Eustace's hand so that Dokja can sling the bag over his shoulder instead. With raw concern now pushing aside some of that depression, he can act a little more like himself again. ]
Let me carry you.
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Personally he thinks it's abundantly clear what he's doing - getting their stuff together so they can leave? - but it's a testament to how tired he is that there's no pushback when Dokja grabs the bag from him, just reluctant acceptance as his hand drops down to hang by his side.
Still, he's not so tired that he can't walk the rest of the way back on his own two feet?? Let him keep a tiny shred of his pride. (Did he carry Dokja home when their roles had been reversed last time? Maybe, but that's not important.) ]
I can walk.
[ See! He'll even demonstrate by walking slowly away from the broken cocoon behind them. ]
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There's no asking for permission here as he effortlessly scoops Eustace into his arms in a bridal carry. Dokja may look like stick and bones and zero sleep, but there's no denying his inhuman strength when he makes this look so easy. ]
It'll take us another week to get back home if you walk.
[ And he can't wait that long!! Anyway, he heads for the Cornerstone that'll take them back to Springstar. ]
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It's a good thing Eustace is too tired to complain though, and outside of the brief moment where his entire body tenses in surprise he opts to accept his fate with grace otherwise, even going to far as to lean his head against Dokja's shoulder once they're both settled. ]
Fine. [ He's not happy about this (even if I am) but fine!! ] Don't push yourself too hard though.
[ Says the guy who just popped out of a cocoon after dying. He truly is in no position to be saying such things. ]
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But when he feels Eustace lean his head against his shoulder, Dokja's heart does a funny little flip in his chest, and emotions start to well up in both his eyes and throat again. For now, all he can do is hold Eustace a little tighter to him, exhaustion forcefully shoved away so that Dokja can remain alert to safely return the both of them home.
Once they get back, Eustace is going to have the most helicopter boyfriend... Good bye and see you in the next one. ]