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[personal profile] lockedon 2024-01-05 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's always made it a habit not to wear anything on his hands or wrists past the protective gloves he dons for missions. Too much risk in case something gets snagged somewhere, or a loose thread gets caught in enemy hands. So it's weird now to see the leather cord hanging off his wrist, a complement to Dokja's own. Weird, but not in a bad way. There's a little bubble of something deep in his chest, bouncing between joy and possessiveness and devotion and relief.

But, like Dokja, he doesn't know how to put any of that into words. So he doesn't, and just continues along with the conversation at hand. One eyebrow raises, his voice turning dry. ]


Did you just realize that? You really don't notice anything, do you.

[ Kidding, kidding, he is just JOKING, please don't take it the wrong way. Just in case, he follows up the remark by sliding his fingers through Dokja's own before lifting up their joined hands to press a soft kiss against the other man's knuckles.

Sorry this isn't a back-of-the-hand kiss but beggars can't be choosers. ]


Like I said, I think about you a lot.

[ Dokja can interpret this however he wants. ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2024-01-06 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's right about one thing: Eustace is in fact very stupid. But not about this.

It's fine though, they don't have to talk about their feelings. They've talked about plenty already for two guys that don't usually talk about their honest emotions at all, so there's nothing wrong with taking a break now and giving themselves some breathing room.

Or they can not breathe and just kiss instead, that's also fine.

There's no hesitation as Eustace leans into the kiss, his hand tightening around Dokja's hand to tug him a little closer. (Though they're plenty close already.) The bulk of his worries are gone now, relegated back to a box labeled For Later, and in their place is simple joy and happiness. He takes his time with the kiss, relishing the feeling of being in the company of someone he cares for, with no immediate obligations demanding his attention. After everything that's happened in the past few weeks, it's a much needed (and very welcome) break.

Alas they cannot kiss forever and eventually Eustace pulls away, though only far enough so that he can lean against the bedboard while they continue to sit pressed up against each other. ]


What are you thinking about then?

[ It could be something as basic as tonight's dinner plans and he would accept it as a satisfactory answer. ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2024-01-07 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ nvm i have to drop this thread now

But that makes two of them then, content to remain in this sanctuary they've built for themselves against all odds. Dokja's weight against him is comforting rather than oppressive, the newly fastened cord around his wrist out of place just enough to catch his eye every now and then. But not in a bad way; it's another reminder of the bond between them, the (metaphorical) threads winding together a representation of the strength of their relationship.

i should have picked something other than leather for better symbolism, damn

Anyway, Eustace looks mildly affronted that this is the thought of all thoughts that Dokja's chosen to share, gaze half-lidded as he stares Dokja dead in the eye, unimpressed. He can be accepting and judgey at the same time. ]


I always look like this. [ Hello?? Is he just annoying about it all the time then?? ] Should I change what I look like so it's less annoying?

[ He does have Alter Self tucked away somewhere....that he's never bothered to learn because magic has never been his forte, but if it's for Dokja, he will learn to change his appearance so he looks less annoyingly handsome. Whatever that means. ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2024-01-07 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dokja is truly the most cringe and free out of everyone involved here, though Eustace is trying his best to take baby steps to catch up.

It'll never get old watching the everchanging landscape of Dokja's emotions and how lightning-quick he can go from looking elated to absolutely unimpressed. (Dokja isn't the only one in the house who stares when he thinks others aren't looking.) A stark contrast to how he knows he looks, which makes it all the more interesting.

The reluctant admittance has him smiling, the arm still loosely wrapped around Dokja's waist tightening. He thinks for a moment, then pulls both of them down so that they're no longer half-propped up against the headboard but lying down proper in the bed. It's cuddle time now. ]


I like you too.

[ It's easier to say than he expects, the words coming out with barely a hitch instead of getting trapped in his throat like he would have expected. (Then again, it's not the other l-word, so maybe the fact that he can say this now isn't all that impressive.) He doesn't think on the reasons why too much, once again shoving all complicated thoughts aside so he can bask in the simple pleasure of the moment. ]

I won't change anything. You don't need to change anything either.

[ Because Eustace likes him the way he is. :/ Gay. ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2024-01-11 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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 ]