[ the sudden crash into an invisible barrier gets a quiet yelp from him. it does enough force that he stumbles and nearly falls completely on his rear. jeez, figured whatever is in control would put an invisible barrier here, Dokja just squints at it before he turns and
freezes.
all the eyes watching him, his control cracks just a bit, but it's the sight of those camera flashes that have him almost completely frozen. almost, were it not for the tremble that briefly rocks through his body. most of his life growing up, as a child, he had been hounded by cameras. paparazzi that had no care for the comfort and well-being of a child. all they cared about was whatever gossip they could get out of him.
"You're that murderer's son, aren't you?"
ah. he feels a distant taste of bile in the back of his throat. the transmission of his personality, that's what it is, isn't it? instinctively he wants to cover parts of his face but finds his arms at his side, a click of his teeth sounding as he's forced to face the cameras.
this is actually more of a hell than most situations he could end up in. he would, quite frankly, rather be stabbed in the gut than face these flashing camera lights. ]
And here is where it messes with my head. [ HE'S SO TIRED ALREADY. ]
no subject
freezes.
all the eyes watching him, his control cracks just a bit, but it's the sight of those camera flashes that have him almost completely frozen. almost, were it not for the tremble that briefly rocks through his body. most of his life growing up, as a child, he had been hounded by cameras. paparazzi that had no care for the comfort and well-being of a child. all they cared about was whatever gossip they could get out of him.
"You're that murderer's son, aren't you?"
ah. he feels a distant taste of bile in the back of his throat. the transmission of his personality, that's what it is, isn't it? instinctively he wants to cover parts of his face but finds his arms at his side, a click of his teeth sounding as he's forced to face the cameras.
this is actually more of a hell than most situations he could end up in. he would, quite frankly, rather be stabbed in the gut than face these flashing camera lights. ]
And here is where it messes with my head. [ HE'S SO TIRED ALREADY. ]