[the roughness of Morax's voice is almost like music to his ears, more so when paired with a pet name he didn't realise he missed hearing with that voice. he lets out a soft laugh, as honeyed eyes well up, hands never once being pulled away. he had remembered those words, said through his fleeting sanity and the smallest modicum of who he was. is. he wished to remember the Morax he'd fallen in love with, the gentle but strong soul who made him feel his happiest]

I've missed you too, my beloved.

[but alongside the happy memory, he remembers the pain. the pain of having to imprison the other in this place. the muttered apologies when all he wanted was to reach out to hold him, to tell him everything would be alright. but there was nothing more he could do than to seal him away, using every last fibre of his being to create this place. this he remembers. and it hurts.

leaning in, Dohalim rests his forhead against Morax's, breathing out a trembling sigh. to be this close to him after hundreds of years... it almost doesn't feel like reality. he has to remind himself that he isn't dreaming, that this is all real, that Morax is here, calmed. but he does worry about the repercussions of being trapped in here alone would have on him; he couldn't imagine living in solitude for so long]

I am sorry... For leaving you alone for so long. The astral magic... the spell I used... it would not let me find you sooner.