✩ ⌬ ، ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ☪ ˖ !͟!͟!͟ ، ⋆ ༑ 。☆ ♡՞ * ▃ ✨ ⊹ ,  ̄ ᵕ̈ @doleida: all of us have our demons, [ kyle hums, petting the sedall's hair. the imagineer's legs were thrown over the couch in a makeshift armchair, jeju's head rested awkwardly in his lap. it took a few minutes of careful repositioning on the dream maker's part to where it'd be comfortable for the both of them, legs folded “criss - cross applesauce” like his kindergarten teacher used to say. his other hand occupies itself by toying with a torn string of fabric on the armrest, twirling it round his fingers absentmindedly, & repeating the motion until there was no more thread left to twirl. his eyes, however, were still fixed on jeju, part of his gaze dazed, halfway daydreaming, && the other intent, as if conveying what he didn't show through his actions with unspoken truth. it was in this moment, the one thing kyle was most certain of, was that he would protect jeju with his life. ] it takes more time to adjust when people show them more, ( .. ) /outwardly/, don't you think?