[still flitting between himself and the other, all Dohalim does is hum in acknowledgement for a moment as he walks in. he closes the door behind him before making his way to the other, the strange sensation still washing over him. but as he nudges Melqal forward, he feels himself sink back to the depths of his mind, much like before. they were separated for so long, so he must give them this.
as Melqal takes over, he huffs out a breath, frowning slightly]
Dohalim...
[how frustrating... but Melqal also sympathises with his descendant; he's been alone himself. but unlike Morax, who had the hopes of seeing his beloved again, Dohalim... he truly has no one. his... "friends" in Lenegis... does he still consider them as such? or had he accepted the fact that they probably would never see him as such ever again?
reaching up, Melqal runs a hand through his damp hair, before letting his fingers tug at the ends gently]
He is... Hm. He's very keen on making sure we have our time together.
[stepping forward, as soon as he reaches Morax, both of his hands gently grip the other's upper arms as he leans in to rest his forehead against his shoulder. he takes a deep breath, letting the spirit fill his senses. to remind himself that this is not a dream]
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as Melqal takes over, he huffs out a breath, frowning slightly]
Dohalim...
[how frustrating... but Melqal also sympathises with his descendant; he's been alone himself. but unlike Morax, who had the hopes of seeing his beloved again, Dohalim... he truly has no one. his... "friends" in Lenegis... does he still consider them as such? or had he accepted the fact that they probably would never see him as such ever again?
reaching up, Melqal runs a hand through his damp hair, before letting his fingers tug at the ends gently]
He is... Hm. He's very keen on making sure we have our time together.
[stepping forward, as soon as he reaches Morax, both of his hands gently grip the other's upper arms as he leans in to rest his forehead against his shoulder. he takes a deep breath, letting the spirit fill his senses. to remind himself that this is not a dream]