I believe I would wonder who you had become were it any other way, my treasure. In truth, I do not think he wants to die as much as he thinks.
[there again, Morax gives a soft response, telltale and mild, as they go. now, there is time to consider how to proceed - from the way to handle Dohalim himself to Morax's own personality. there's always a chance they won't be compatible, but isn't it the least he can do to try?
it's such a strange circumstance. living, or living again, through the sense of another - a rarity, to say the least. even in all his years, Morax has heard of it only very occasionally, usually from those too bound up in their duty or so deeply in love that it re-wove the very fabric of reality. a kindness of fate, one might say. in any case, there had never been extensive documentation about those souls inhabiting bodies with another soul already within them. perhaps it's yet another twist of that selfsame fate, a chance veiled in hardship and effort...?
Melqal slows and steps before him and Morax is brought from his thoughts, blinking once at the question. his appearance...]
... Ah. I... believe I... remember how.
[closing his eyes, the man inhales a slow breath, gathering up astral energy to do just that. it takes a moment, recalling how to interact with the ambient energy of the world (or in this case, the lingering energy they had both shared, so long ago). when he does, there's an all-too-familiar golden glow, winding its way in ancient symbols over the entirety of the astral embodiment's body. horns and tail shimmer and shatter into dust, bright little remnants that dim as they reach the floor.
his clothes don't change - the robe is still tight enough to be fitting, and honestly, if they have a problem with his clothes when Melqal-- Dohalim brings him out of the space, Morax might just have some questions for them.
in the end, the faint glow of his eyes fades enough that it's difficult to notice at a glance, and he's left with a form that's similarly regal, if less... alarming. Pale and slender, hair a bit more tamed, all the way down to the orange highlight under his eyes. Melqal has seen it before, of course, in rare cases where it was necessary.]
They always have been so... wary, haven't they? I can only imagine what they'll think of me as it is, brought out from such a place as this.
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[there again, Morax gives a soft response, telltale and mild, as they go. now, there is time to consider how to proceed - from the way to handle Dohalim himself to Morax's own personality. there's always a chance they won't be compatible, but isn't it the least he can do to try?
it's such a strange circumstance. living, or living again, through the sense of another - a rarity, to say the least. even in all his years, Morax has heard of it only very occasionally, usually from those too bound up in their duty or so deeply in love that it re-wove the very fabric of reality. a kindness of fate, one might say. in any case, there had never been extensive documentation about those souls inhabiting bodies with another soul already within them. perhaps it's yet another twist of that selfsame fate, a chance veiled in hardship and effort...?
Melqal slows and steps before him and Morax is brought from his thoughts, blinking once at the question. his appearance...]
... Ah. I... believe I... remember how.
[closing his eyes, the man inhales a slow breath, gathering up astral energy to do just that. it takes a moment, recalling how to interact with the ambient energy of the world (or in this case, the lingering energy they had both shared, so long ago). when he does, there's an all-too-familiar golden glow, winding its way in ancient symbols over the entirety of the astral embodiment's body. horns and tail shimmer and shatter into dust, bright little remnants that dim as they reach the floor.
his clothes don't change - the robe is still tight enough to be fitting, and honestly, if they have a problem with his clothes when Melqal-- Dohalim brings him out of the space, Morax might just have some questions for them.
in the end, the faint glow of his eyes fades enough that it's difficult to notice at a glance, and he's left with a form that's similarly regal, if less... alarming. Pale and slender, hair a bit more tamed, all the way down to the orange highlight under his eyes. Melqal has seen it before, of course, in rare cases where it was necessary.]
They always have been so... wary, haven't they? I can only imagine what they'll think of me as it is, brought out from such a place as this.