[Melqal, a name Dohalim is not accustomed to hearing. a family name, passed from generation to generation. a name of an ancestor, highly regarded for his ability to wield earth astral artes, who had, as family legend says, been blessed with said abilities by the earth spirits themselves. a name that, while Dohalim can appreciate the history, is one that is usually only a passing thought. he doesn't even introduce himself with his full name, nor does he sign any important documents. his entire life, he'd referred himself to "Dohalim il Qaras" and nothing more.
and yet, as this person, Morax, calls him by that name, Dohalim can't help but respond to it as he steps forward, his heart beating fast as a warmth spreads through him. the feeling of relief when he hears that name floods him, leaving him with a soft smile on his face. is it he who is reacting to it? or is it Melqal? it's starting to become clear that his subconscious is not just his own, that there is another presence. it's not something he can explain, as he lets it take over (though it doesn't seem like he has a choice in the matter at this particular moment), riding backseat, for now. perhaps it's the shock of it all that he lets it happen, or a curiosity, but he slips into dormancy for now as the consciousness of Melqal takes over.
kneeling down by Morax, he reaches out to gently brush his fingers through dark, silken hair, to trail up his horns, his other hand gently cupping his face. his smile turns melancholic as his hands remember the feeling of the man, the warmth radiating off him. melancholic because of what he had to do to him, to protect the people around them, and to protect Morax himself. the sacrifice he himself had to make in order to do so]
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and yet, as this person, Morax, calls him by that name, Dohalim can't help but respond to it as he steps forward, his heart beating fast as a warmth spreads through him. the feeling of relief when he hears that name floods him, leaving him with a soft smile on his face. is it he who is reacting to it? or is it Melqal? it's starting to become clear that his subconscious is not just his own, that there is another presence. it's not something he can explain, as he lets it take over (though it doesn't seem like he has a choice in the matter at this particular moment), riding backseat, for now. perhaps it's the shock of it all that he lets it happen, or a curiosity, but he slips into dormancy for now as the consciousness of Melqal takes over.
kneeling down by Morax, he reaches out to gently brush his fingers through dark, silken hair, to trail up his horns, his other hand gently cupping his face. his smile turns melancholic as his hands remember the feeling of the man, the warmth radiating off him. melancholic because of what he had to do to him, to protect the people around them, and to protect Morax himself. the sacrifice he himself had to make in order to do so]
Forgive me... Forgive me for what I had done...