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D's mind is a cacophony of things.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
STOP now i have to go annoy yuul bc dokja is stupid
[Casually makes it sound like he trusts Eustace with not being stupid, but really, he trusts Eustace only as much as he trusts Dokja to not try powering through things.
Like himself too! Haha! The men in this house SUCK.
He returns Eustace's nod, then finally opens the door to return himself to the stable like he is being punished for misbehavior.
The only downside is despite D being in the stable, Eustace will realize he can still sense a little of D's general presence. Soft and warm in thr distance, like a small ember of life.]