There is that chance. But if they do notice, I feel like the couch would be less salacious than finding Dohalim with you in bed.
[as Morax settles down on the couch, a soft knock can be heard at the door, before a servant walks in. there's an exchange of warm smiles and polite nods, but no comments are exchanged about both Dohalim and Morax leaving dinner early. in fact, there isn't much conversation between the both of them as Melqal is stripped of his vestiges, carefully so, but with a practiced swiftness. the servant doesn't even mention Morax sitting on the couch when he notices. whatever his lord does in his private time is exactly that: private.
the silence does give Melqal a moment to try to prod at Dohalim, to see if he can get some sort of permission to do... whatever it is that he and Morax would like to do. and not just a passive affirmation that yes, he can, but actual expressed permission. he's fairly sure he won't, but it won't hurt to try... and he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wouldn't want Morax to bed him, especially after so long. it's such a strange situation, and even with Dohalim's insistence... perhaps he could be present for this, as well, if Morax would let him. to show him that there are those who do care deeply for him.
it's another strange thought, with everything being brought to the forefront so suddenly, that Melqal would, without a doubt, say he cares deeply for his other self. perhaps it's because he knows him too well at this point not to care...
"Is there anything else you need, my lord?"
the soft voice pulls Melqal out of his thoughts, not noticing that he'd been stripped down and clothed in something a bit more appropriate for bed]
Ah... I believe that will be all, thank you.
[and with a slight nod, the servant walks out, leaving the both of them. Melqal turns his attention to Morax, a hand coming up to gently rub at his neck; those neck rings are rather uncomfortable, now that they're taken off]
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[as Morax settles down on the couch, a soft knock can be heard at the door, before a servant walks in. there's an exchange of warm smiles and polite nods, but no comments are exchanged about both Dohalim and Morax leaving dinner early. in fact, there isn't much conversation between the both of them as Melqal is stripped of his vestiges, carefully so, but with a practiced swiftness. the servant doesn't even mention Morax sitting on the couch when he notices. whatever his lord does in his private time is exactly that: private.
the silence does give Melqal a moment to try to prod at Dohalim, to see if he can get some sort of permission to do... whatever it is that he and Morax would like to do. and not just a passive affirmation that yes, he can, but actual expressed permission. he's fairly sure he won't, but it won't hurt to try... and he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wouldn't want Morax to bed him, especially after so long. it's such a strange situation, and even with Dohalim's insistence... perhaps he could be present for this, as well, if Morax would let him. to show him that there are those who do care deeply for him.
it's another strange thought, with everything being brought to the forefront so suddenly, that Melqal would, without a doubt, say he cares deeply for his other self. perhaps it's because he knows him too well at this point not to care...
"Is there anything else you need, my lord?"
the soft voice pulls Melqal out of his thoughts, not noticing that he'd been stripped down and clothed in something a bit more appropriate for bed]
Ah... I believe that will be all, thank you.
[and with a slight nod, the servant walks out, leaving the both of them. Melqal turns his attention to Morax, a hand coming up to gently rub at his neck; those neck rings are rather uncomfortable, now that they're taken off]
May I ask you a question, Morax?