From what I've seen... And what I do know, he is... Very lonely. He holds a darkness and heaviness in his heart and this is the most I have ever heard him speak to anyone about it.
[when Morax says that, Melqal flashes a wry smile of his own, remembering those early days. he had, understandably, been guarded, not particularly favourable of Renans who only sought to use his power. Melqal had been different, once he realised that the astral spirits truly were alive and could take on more corporeal forms. reaching over, he takes Morax's hands into his as he shifts closer. thumbs stroke the back of them gently as he lets out a soft breath]
You were fine. I... Am sure he just has not had anyone tell him his life holds value. The fates have not been kind to him, either.
[Melqal recounts what he does remember seeing; Dohalim soon after taking over the position of lord in this glorious land, and the work he'd put into it to grant it peace among its people. work that was, no doubt, a distraction from intrusive thoughts that told him he should not be allowed to exist, thoughts that told him he was not allowed any sort of happiness. not for what he'd done.
Melqal can feel something stir in him; is it Dohalim? is he growing restless from the recollection of memories? perhaps he shouldn't think about them, for now]
As for my recommendation... We should make our way out of this place. I think you have been imprisoned for far too long.
[and perhaps, a change of scenery would be good for everyone involved]
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[when Morax says that, Melqal flashes a wry smile of his own, remembering those early days. he had, understandably, been guarded, not particularly favourable of Renans who only sought to use his power. Melqal had been different, once he realised that the astral spirits truly were alive and could take on more corporeal forms. reaching over, he takes Morax's hands into his as he shifts closer. thumbs stroke the back of them gently as he lets out a soft breath]
You were fine. I... Am sure he just has not had anyone tell him his life holds value. The fates have not been kind to him, either.
[Melqal recounts what he does remember seeing; Dohalim soon after taking over the position of lord in this glorious land, and the work he'd put into it to grant it peace among its people. work that was, no doubt, a distraction from intrusive thoughts that told him he should not be allowed to exist, thoughts that told him he was not allowed any sort of happiness. not for what he'd done.
Melqal can feel something stir in him; is it Dohalim? is he growing restless from the recollection of memories? perhaps he shouldn't think about them, for now]
As for my recommendation... We should make our way out of this place. I think you have been imprisoned for far too long.
[and perhaps, a change of scenery would be good for everyone involved]