[Dohalim only just barely hears Morax as he sits in silence, finger tapping the side of his wine glass. the sound of blood rushing to his ears is almost too loud, and he can feel the heavy thumping in his chest. yet, outward appearances would show a different story; eyes trained down at the contents in his glass, posture perfectly straight, face showing no emotion.
he drains his glass quickly, not even allowing himself the moment to enjoy the rich flavour washing over his tongue before he pushes the plate away from him. as he stands, he bows his head]
Pardon me. I will be right back.
[without waiting for Morax's response, Dohalim turns on his heel and briskly walks out. his vision tunnels as he rushes to the nearest room he knows is empty, though, like in the dining room, no cracks in his veneer could possibly show the panic attack that's currently rising in him until he gently closes the door behind him.
he thought he'd be able to get through a simple questions about him, but he hadn't expected to touch on a subject that would remind him of his past. all he can remember of those days is when he...
pressing a hand to his chest, Dohalim tries to calm his ragged breathing, head spinning from the wine and the panic induced anxiety. he needs to pull himself together before he rejoins Morax. Melqal seems to be quiet as well... but it may possibly be because he can't focus on anything else other than not reeling himself into a full blown attack]
no subject
he drains his glass quickly, not even allowing himself the moment to enjoy the rich flavour washing over his tongue before he pushes the plate away from him. as he stands, he bows his head]
Pardon me. I will be right back.
[without waiting for Morax's response, Dohalim turns on his heel and briskly walks out. his vision tunnels as he rushes to the nearest room he knows is empty, though, like in the dining room, no cracks in his veneer could possibly show the panic attack that's currently rising in him until he gently closes the door behind him.
he thought he'd be able to get through a simple questions about him, but he hadn't expected to touch on a subject that would remind him of his past. all he can remember of those days is when he...
pressing a hand to his chest, Dohalim tries to calm his ragged breathing, head spinning from the wine and the panic induced anxiety. he needs to pull himself together before he rejoins Morax. Melqal seems to be quiet as well... but it may possibly be because he can't focus on anything else other than not reeling himself into a full blown attack]