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plotrevised) wrote2024-09-25 12:29 am
plotrevised) wrote2024-09-25 12:29 am
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Court Inbox
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... and who would that be?
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That bad, huh...?
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[maybe he doesn't have access to his Wall, but there are still some internalized barriers he can run into and this is definitely... well, less a wall, more a chasm barely held together.
but he's ignoring that in favor of lifting a hand to settle it to Aloys's face, touching, feeling. just kind of watching him.]
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I mean I can't speak from experience, but being a "person" is probably overrated anyway.
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[if he thinks about that period of time he had Brant's anger and it was just easier to act on...
he's gonna lean down to kiss at Aloys' neck. rude when he just asked a question, really.]
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[His breath hitches as he answers, sliding his fingers down through Dokja's hair to knead the back of his neck. His own chin tilting up to bare his neck for the man to kiss easier.]
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What makes someone a person?
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[Fuck this is nice. His fingers dig in a little harder, encouraging and holding on at the bite, his blush deepening.]
Fuck if I know. Always... Assumed you'd be able to tell if you were one, though.
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hand going... to Aloys' throat. and applying some pressure even while he keeps working at his neck, working his way back up to that pierced ear of his.]
That's a bold assumption. I don't think I was ever raised with the right idea, come to think of it.
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[Genuine masochist here, purely into pain for the sake of it without any need for objectives. He moans softly, raking his nails lightly against Kim Dokja's skin in encouragement, more.]
What--what's the right idea, then?
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[there's a shiver running down his own back at the catch of nails on his skin before he puts more pressure on Aloys' throat while using a knee to nudge between his legs.]
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He swallows, adam's apple bobbing under Dokja's palm, having more difficulty with that, with forming words. Just noting the way Dokja responds to his nails and raking them down his spine under his shirt. His words equally breathless with the pressure against his throat as they are with desire.]
Ssswhy I said... don't need to be a person.
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[he is... in fact... a little envious? that it's this easy for Aloys? but at the same times, having seen just glimpses of Aloys' story thanks to those signs that one time--
and then he's distracted by those nails again. opts to press the heel of his free hand against that hard cock still in those pants. not being gentle at all, really]
Think I might just have too much pride, also.
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[Hm the roughness just makes him gasp in pleasure, rocking up against Dokja's hand needily. Nails dragging back up his spine, one hand slipping out of his shirt to grip the front, as he pants for air.]
Are you... concerned...? About what makes you "you"?
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There's not really that much pleasant, if I'm honest.
[all of his stories are only painful, lonely, or the source of other people's loneliness and pains. even if he loves them all so very much, enough to keep doing it again and again. it's that kind of feeling making his gut twist into knots because couldn't it be seen as the same here, what he's doing? causing pain to cause pleasure?
he lets up on the pressure on Aloys' throat a bit.]
Though it's also... I guess if you ever see my library, you'd be able to understand it a bit.
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've been nothing but... A vessel. Fucktoy. Tool. Doll. Sacrifice. All my life. Since... Forever. Never been a person. Never... Never. Most of my stories... Aren't pleasant. They suck, even. I suck too.
But even--even so. Someone like me exists. And wants to keep existing.
So why not you? Whoever Kim Dokja is or whatever, that can be figured out. Isn't... Isn't it just enough to want to? Doesn't being unsure about it mean you want to?
It's okay to exist. Whatever or whoever you are is--it's whatever. It isn't as important as you actually being around to figure it out.
What--what I'm saying is it's okay for things to suck, it's okay even if you suck, you're allowed to still want to be alive anyway.
[Saying this is hard. Not just because he's a little choked. It's emotionally difficult to admit a lot of that and the struggle is obvious, the tears at the corners of his eyes from too much feelings, the sheer terror of saying stuff like that out loud to someone like this. Because admitting these things is vulnerability. Because if Kim Dokja rejects that premise, it will be a little too personal. Hurt a little too deeply.
But even if it means hurting, who else is going to tell Kim Dokja he's allowed to want to exist? He didn't have a twin to drag him through things. Whatever mental barrier he did have isn't around now either, so even if he's not really alone, what's the difference if he feels alone?]
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little apocalypses every day, death by a thousand papercuts... maybe if looking back on the Scenarios didn't carry with it Fourth Wall's interference...]
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He slides one hand into Dokja's hair, tangling there to keep him pulled tight, the other going around his back, equally tight. He's a little bigger than this man, and muscular enough for the hold to feel firm and reassuring.
Even though he's kissing him back with equal intensity and emotion, he's trying to convey some kind of feeling of safety here. Sometimes you just need to be held real tight and kissed real deep because articulating things is hard. He may only really feel he's good at offering comfort physically, but being held is physical. He's happy to hold this man who seems like he is starving for years of neglected hugs, actually.]
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just this time, he lets go a little, letting his body settle more on top of Aloys.]
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He keeps his hold tight, absolutely not planning on letting go, trying to convey that in the firmness of his hold. He'll kiss Dokja for as long as the man wants, and then when they have to break for air, he'll pull Dokja's face against his shoulder and kiss his temples and hair.]