[ 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'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. ]