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i remember my dad used to raise doves and pigeons as a kid. he’d clip their wings so that even when they’re presented with the option to escape after recovering, they become conditioned to stay and i just—#plotja with #darksp clipping kdj’s wings and kdj staying with him forever—
even if kimcom try to rescue him!! Like,,,
“I don’t need to cage you, my star. I just need to ground you,” Plotter coos as he slices Kim Dokja’s feathers, uncaring of the blood sliding down. He’s spurred on by Kim Dokja’s cries, as if he were holding down a songbird.
“I don’t need to cage you, my star. I just need to ground you,” Plotter coos as he slices Kim Dokja’s feathers, uncaring of the blood sliding down. He’s spurred on by Kim Dokja’s cries, as if he were holding down a songbird.
Also, apparently, captive birds panic about being outside so kdj would probably become too anxious to even leave sp’s side—not that he can. he’d be too physically weak to even attempt it 😭 also,,, sp purposely botching the clipping so kdj won’t be able to fly or even balance—
#plotja #darksp (i guess lol) tw: suicide
“I thought I could learn to love you.” Kim Dokja says, trembling in the bare moonlight as he holds the remnants of Unbroken Faith to the delicate column of his neck.
“Give it time, Kim Dokja,” Plotter soothes, “you will, one day.”
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“I thought I could learn to love you.” Kim Dokja says, trembling in the bare moonlight as he holds the remnants of Unbroken Faith to the delicate column of his neck.
“Give it time, Kim Dokja,” Plotter soothes, “you will, one day.”
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Kim Dokja shakes his head. He tightens his hold on Unbroken Faith and presses it into his neck—as if such a thing is enough to stop Plotter from moving closer.
“I hate you.” Kim Dokja hisses but it only makes Plotter chuckle with amused fondness. “Nothing will change that.”
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“I hate you.” Kim Dokja hisses but it only makes Plotter chuckle with amused fondness. “Nothing will change that.”
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“My star—“
“No.” Kim Dokja plunges Unbroken Faith into his neck. His blood coats the silver sheen of the blade with the prettiest of red, Plotter thinks, like a cosmic redshift.
“Oh, my dearest star.” Plotter sighs, his kkomas rushing forward to cushion Kim Dokja’s fall. The—
“No.” Kim Dokja plunges Unbroken Faith into his neck. His blood coats the silver sheen of the blade with the prettiest of red, Plotter thinks, like a cosmic redshift.
“Oh, my dearest star.” Plotter sighs, his kkomas rushing forward to cushion Kim Dokja’s fall. The—
