I am... somewhat relieved to find that remains true. I cannot think of anything that would bring any sense of displeasure, when it comes to food.
[if he but knew Melqal's mirth at his expense, he might have actually pouted. instead, Morax smiles as Dohalim speaks of his realm, at the sense of pride in the peace he's created. it's no doubt imperfect, and there are no doubt things the Renan will have to open his eyes to one day, but for the start? for the start, it is good. selfish or not, it is good.
Autelina Palace, too, is not as different as he might have expected. whether that's owing to the difficulty of completely redesigning a castle every handful of years or a lingering influence, he doesn't know. ultimately, it's probably a combination of it.
... ultimately, that thought is dismissed when Dohalim calls for a maid to lead him to a guest room, and while he really should have considered it, the idea of parting from the young man doesn't... sit well with him. there's a pause, something in the way Morax looks at Dohalim that's lost, or perhaps it's closer to afraid. it's a reasonable worry, after all this time. that somehow this is just a dream, and he'll wake into the same nightmare he'd had for so long.]
Ah... no. I... I think I will be fine, once I arrive to my room. [his fingers lace together then, as he does his best to appear unfazed.] Perhaps we could... speak again, at your earliest convenience. I'm aware that you must be quite busy, of course.
[even if there wasn't a maid waiting for him, would he have said what he wants? it feels... frustrating, unfair, having to just be alone, even if a bath sounds fantastic right now.]
... Thank you, Lord Dohalim. For your hospitality.
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[if he but knew Melqal's mirth at his expense, he might have actually pouted. instead, Morax smiles as Dohalim speaks of his realm, at the sense of pride in the peace he's created. it's no doubt imperfect, and there are no doubt things the Renan will have to open his eyes to one day, but for the start? for the start, it is good. selfish or not, it is good.
Autelina Palace, too, is not as different as he might have expected. whether that's owing to the difficulty of completely redesigning a castle every handful of years or a lingering influence, he doesn't know. ultimately, it's probably a combination of it.
... ultimately, that thought is dismissed when Dohalim calls for a maid to lead him to a guest room, and while he really should have considered it, the idea of parting from the young man doesn't... sit well with him. there's a pause, something in the way Morax looks at Dohalim that's lost, or perhaps it's closer to afraid. it's a reasonable worry, after all this time. that somehow this is just a dream, and he'll wake into the same nightmare he'd had for so long.]
Ah... no. I... I think I will be fine, once I arrive to my room. [his fingers lace together then, as he does his best to appear unfazed.] Perhaps we could... speak again, at your earliest convenience. I'm aware that you must be quite busy, of course.
[even if there wasn't a maid waiting for him, would he have said what he wants? it feels... frustrating, unfair, having to just be alone, even if a bath sounds fantastic right now.]
... Thank you, Lord Dohalim. For your hospitality.