[Melqal had indeed been different; Morax himself had been far wilder and less trusting, carrying with him a flagrant disregard for mortal life. Warped from the constant misuse of his astral energy, he can still remember how long it took to shake him free from that.]
... perhaps I was mistaken in whom he shares traits with, then. The fates...
[The fates again. Mortals are ever so focused on that, on the idea that their lives are simply meant to be this way. It seems too sad, to him. To think that all of those years of abuse and unkindness were just meant to be, for himself and Dohalim and Melqal all - it's just too sad.
He's quiet as the other recounts a little of Dohalim's history, hands curled around the redhead's in turn. Here and there he pauses to ask questions, mostly to put Elde Menancia of the current years into perspective or to clarify something he doesn't have any logical memory for.
When the retelling ends and he suggests they leave, there's a soft, appreciative smile that blooms over his face.]
Then let us go. I am curious to see what this land has become with the passage of time. And... I hope to hear more about it, as well. For now-- I will follow.
[leaning on Melqal for a start, Morax rises to his feet and lets his tail shift to wrap around his lover's waist. It feels as comforting as it is familiar, sweet. This place, now that he really sees it, is indicative of what they had become, isn't it? Shared energy lighting the path, even with the circumstances being what they had been.]
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[Melqal had indeed been different; Morax himself had been far wilder and less trusting, carrying with him a flagrant disregard for mortal life. Warped from the constant misuse of his astral energy, he can still remember how long it took to shake him free from that.]
... perhaps I was mistaken in whom he shares traits with, then. The fates...
[The fates again. Mortals are ever so focused on that, on the idea that their lives are simply meant to be this way. It seems too sad, to him. To think that all of those years of abuse and unkindness were just meant to be, for himself and Dohalim and Melqal all - it's just too sad.
He's quiet as the other recounts a little of Dohalim's history, hands curled around the redhead's in turn. Here and there he pauses to ask questions, mostly to put Elde Menancia of the current years into perspective or to clarify something he doesn't have any logical memory for.
When the retelling ends and he suggests they leave, there's a soft, appreciative smile that blooms over his face.]
Then let us go. I am curious to see what this land has become with the passage of time. And... I hope to hear more about it, as well. For now-- I will follow.
[leaning on Melqal for a start, Morax rises to his feet and lets his tail shift to wrap around his lover's waist. It feels as comforting as it is familiar, sweet. This place, now that he really sees it, is indicative of what they had become, isn't it? Shared energy lighting the path, even with the circumstances being what they had been.]