[ this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
There's no doubt in Dokja's mind that this was always going to be the eventual outcome. They haven't known each other for very long, but Eustace has never struck him as someone who could be persuaded with something as flimsy as words or threats. So, Dokja's heart sits heavy in his chest as he realizes he's going to have to go through with it. He can't drag this on for any longer, not when Ernesto needs tending to.
He closes his eyes for just a moment, just a quick second, and when he reopens them, the pleading look is gone. It's replaced with a sharp resolve, the frown on his face deepening as his unyielding grip on Eustace's wrist grows severe enough in strength to finally snap the bones there.
It's at least a clean break, he'll afford Eustace that much. Something simple enough to heal, he thinks to himself over and over again as if that'll make the sickening twist in his stomach disappear. ]
and with my favorite icon too??
There's no doubt in Dokja's mind that this was always going to be the eventual outcome. They haven't known each other for very long, but Eustace has never struck him as someone who could be persuaded with something as flimsy as words or threats. So, Dokja's heart sits heavy in his chest as he realizes he's going to have to go through with it. He can't drag this on for any longer, not when Ernesto needs tending to.
He closes his eyes for just a moment, just a quick second, and when he reopens them, the pleading look is gone. It's replaced with a sharp resolve, the frown on his face deepening as his unyielding grip on Eustace's wrist grows severe enough in strength to finally snap the bones there.
It's at least a clean break, he'll afford Eustace that much. Something simple enough to heal, he thinks to himself over and over again as if that'll make the sickening twist in his stomach disappear. ]