[he mutters softly, his hand coming up to gently place over Morax's. he gives it a squeeze, holding it close, as if worried that he'd slip through his fingers. as memories start to slowly come back to him, Morax's words are not completely unfounded. the same heaviness in his heart that he felt earlier sinks into him. had it been fate that intervened, that punished the both of them for involving each other in a tabooed union? for a lowly human such as himself to fall in love with a being such as Morax, an embodiment of astral energy? was it punishment, suffering incarnation after incarnation searching for his beloved, only never to find him, and to live a life without him over and over again?
he doesn't want to say so, but perhaps...
Morax's words may be right. maybe this has had a more adverse effect on him... but before he could dwell on it further, Dohalim looks up at the question, letting himself be drawn into that warm, golden gaze. Dohalim himself stirs a little bit as he regains a little of his own mind back]
...Dohalim. My name is Dohalim.
[he says it more as a reassurance to himself that he isn't completely lost to this other person in his mind; a reminder that he's still here]
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[he mutters softly, his hand coming up to gently place over Morax's. he gives it a squeeze, holding it close, as if worried that he'd slip through his fingers. as memories start to slowly come back to him, Morax's words are not completely unfounded. the same heaviness in his heart that he felt earlier sinks into him. had it been fate that intervened, that punished the both of them for involving each other in a tabooed union? for a lowly human such as himself to fall in love with a being such as Morax, an embodiment of astral energy? was it punishment, suffering incarnation after incarnation searching for his beloved, only never to find him, and to live a life without him over and over again?
he doesn't want to say so, but perhaps...
Morax's words may be right. maybe this has had a more adverse effect on him... but before he could dwell on it further, Dohalim looks up at the question, letting himself be drawn into that warm, golden gaze. Dohalim himself stirs a little bit as he regains a little of his own mind back]
...Dohalim. My name is Dohalim.
[he says it more as a reassurance to himself that he isn't completely lost to this other person in his mind; a reminder that he's still here]