Of course I should have. If I don't spoil you a little, who will?
[Zhongli exhales a chuckle as he pours them both tea, setting the cups on their saucers next to the plates. A small meal is a meal nonetheless, of course, and the day seems too young to suggest anything heavy and rich. Something like that, anyway. The deity takes the proffered bread delicately, shifting and wrapping his tail more comfortably over his waist such that the tuft at its end can trail off into the grass.]
It is my pleasure to join you, and it warms my heart that you're pleased with my presence.
[privately, he's intrigued by the man's dreamscape. Much of it was started by the deity's actions, but what comes into being is ultimately the result of Dohalim's deep subconscious. The things he can't grasp in daily life, things he buried under trauma and circumstance and expectation. The oasis is so soon past the lake of his inaction, his regret... it's a brilliant and warm space that wholly suggests the young man's true self is still there, still holding on.
Honestly, he doesn't know if he's qualified to help pull him out of his pain, but Zhongli doesn't want to lose Dohalim. The thought is far too painful.]
You did seem quite lost in thought, earlier; perhaps it would help to talk it through? Although I'm hardly one to complain at simply keeping company.
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[Zhongli exhales a chuckle as he pours them both tea, setting the cups on their saucers next to the plates. A small meal is a meal nonetheless, of course, and the day seems too young to suggest anything heavy and rich. Something like that, anyway. The deity takes the proffered bread delicately, shifting and wrapping his tail more comfortably over his waist such that the tuft at its end can trail off into the grass.]
It is my pleasure to join you, and it warms my heart that you're pleased with my presence.
[privately, he's intrigued by the man's dreamscape. Much of it was started by the deity's actions, but what comes into being is ultimately the result of Dohalim's deep subconscious. The things he can't grasp in daily life, things he buried under trauma and circumstance and expectation. The oasis is so soon past the lake of his inaction, his regret... it's a brilliant and warm space that wholly suggests the young man's true self is still there, still holding on.
Honestly, he doesn't know if he's qualified to help pull him out of his pain, but Zhongli doesn't want to lose Dohalim. The thought is far too painful.]
You did seem quite lost in thought, earlier; perhaps it would help to talk it through? Although I'm hardly one to complain at simply keeping company.