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enolianslave β hug spinoff
Published: 2006-05-25 03:15:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 8920; Favourites: 211; Downloads: 326
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k so dax needs a hug, for sure, but this has nothing to do with TnT, it's just that he needs a hug, stop thinking about how the story's gonna turn out in your heads...i'm looking at you Rue!Related content
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Awwwww π’
He cares about him so muchπ
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jak looks like he's trying VERY hard NOT to cry but very cool and on my favs you go.
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is he dead... cause if he is im gonna kill whoever did this
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oowww!poor Dax'!
Jak face in the second pic make me cry!!>_
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Hello again! Thanks for the awesome reply note...it totally got me through a VERY long day at work.
I don't post my writing on this site, but I'm just gonna add this fic as part of my comment here and add this as a fave since I'm backwards like that. The story's cross-posted on ff.net where I have an account and attempt to corral my stories.
Thanks for doing such great drawings.
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He pretended. Especially when Jak got like this, because if he knew he was awake all this time, some kind of pride or embarrassment would keep it from happening again.
And Jak obviously needed these moments.
Daxter would oblige him a thousand times over if it helped for even a second.
Because that was what best friends did. Always.
The world shifted again, breeze ruffling his fur. Daxter forced his muscles to relaxβnot tenseβin compensation to the unevenness of Jak's arm. He never mentioned that two years in Haven made him leery of sleeping heavily. And that ottsels had damn sensitive hearing. Because then Jak would know.
Large fingers were cupping his head, so much gentler than people assumed. Supporting him carefully because he was supposed to be asleep and unaware. Hesitant because Jak knew he could do damage when he wasn't even trying.
Daxter frowned and hoped Jak wouldn't noticed.
He wanted to scream at mothers who pulled their children violently away when they saw Jak in the streets. Somehow wished they could see these moments. But in the same instant didn't want to lose how privateβspecialβthis had become.
Yes he could be dangerous. Daxter was probably the most qualified to know. But that didn't mean Jak was a monster. It couldn't mean that.
Really though, he knew it wouldn't do any good to try and explain. They wouldn't understand even then.
Human warmth surrounded him, and he could feel Jak's cheek press against the fur on his forehead. Pushed the short orange hairs in the wrong direction so he could feel every strand.
Ghost whispered breaths on his whiskers and a cool nose dipped against his own. Jak smelled of eco (every kind) and of Haven and a thousand things without names because no one else could detect them.
It was hard to explain to someone who wasn't ottsel sized but it was like everything in him curled closer. Pressing together, trying to fit them in the same space at once. Intimate in a way that had nothing to do with romantics.
Desperately wanted to see the open, gentle expression on Jak's face he always imagined. That would make these moments complete.
He had opened his eyes once though and nearly spoiled everything. And Jak's expressionβso near to crying for realβsunk a rock in Daxter's stomach. Gut-checked him back to reality. This wasn't years ago, when they'd fallen asleep tied around each other because Jak was a sap and they were little.
Daxter never asked why Jak held onto him so desperately like this sometimes. Like he was the only thing left who'd understand if Jak was just a little weak.
Maybe he didn't have the courage to ask why.
Maybe it was enough to let Jak hug him for hours when his friend should be sleeping and hope the next time he'd have the guts to hug back. Tell him the truth. And promise it'd be okay no matter what.
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This...you inspire emotions in this comment and it complements the artist's work. I really don't have words for this. Just 
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Oh my! What an adorably sad moment 
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aw thanks hun! yeh i needed to draw him all hugged up and stuff, so much fun, he's just such a small little thing and just looks even more so in jaks arms, but that's on of the best things about him when he's like this, he's all unconcious and stuff so he has no say in this at all. you're the best hun, you make me wanna do like a million more of these.
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oh noes! sadness! great expressions on thems.
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wow thanks so much hunny!
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ARG! Im doing that biting my lip thingie again! You capture emotions so well. I was so close to crying when I saw this..
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are you serious? man i so wanna make people cry with this stuff...that sounded rather morbid but i want people to feel what the characters are going thro. thanks so much hunny.
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wow you didn't say anything about nothing, proud of you man, even tho i can both see and hear the cogs in your head turning.
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...it's the smoke coming out of my ears, isn't it? Rats.
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I'm just a pile of mushy g00000.
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i can't help but draw these things, character interaction is the most rewarding thing you can draw, 'specially when it's so cute!! i hope you can become a solid again soon tho, piles of goo aren't that productive ya know.
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ANGST. omg, Daxter is all limp and unconcious... I need a hug now...
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Can I hug him too? Please... please... please?!
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ahhh! Jak face in the second pic makes me want to cry... ahh! make it stop!!
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