[Dohalim supposes that everyone has their breaking point, and that perhaps, he'd reached his a long time ago and never really noticed. that he'd been pulled so taut like a rubber band that it would eventually snap. he's not sure exactly what Zhongli says that pushes him over the edge, but it just adds to everything else coming to a head. after everything that's been done, and Zhongli still says that. he can ponder on the why of it, but it would lead him in a cycle of self doubt and self hatred and he doesn't want to do that anymore. he's tired of doing that.
it starts out as another shuddering breath, hand clutching tightly at Zhongli's pressed against his chest. his eyes prickle hotly, and he tilts his head down to hide his face, but the plonk plonk of tears against the deity's chest makes it really hard to deny before it all eventually comes crashing down. there's a choked sob before Dohalim lets it all out, dissolving into a mess of tears and more sobs, shoulders shaking as he leans down to press his forehead against Zhongli's chest. it wracks through him with such force that he would, no doubt, exhaust himself, but this is what he needs, right? is this what he's wanted, some sort of release? perhaps it isn't so bad letting some emotion go, rather than bottling it up.
the warmth of their intertwined bond reminds him that he isn't alone in the cold darkness, but instead so ensnared by this deity that refuses to let him go... there's comfort in that thought. comfort he didn't think he'd ever find. he wants to continue to push back, push Zhongli away, but... it's not what he wants, is it? he's so scared of being alone again. maybe it's the fear of watching Zhongli turn his back on him, but he's proven that, even when he's taken away, he always comes back. however, Dohalim isn't sure he'll ever get over it, as a spear of anxiety, on top of it all, pierces his heart. it thrums along their bond for but a momnet.
all the while, he continues to cry, really cry, as his emotions bleed out of him like an open wound. to compare it to such wouldn't even be so far off the mark]
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it starts out as another shuddering breath, hand clutching tightly at Zhongli's pressed against his chest. his eyes prickle hotly, and he tilts his head down to hide his face, but the plonk plonk of tears against the deity's chest makes it really hard to deny before it all eventually comes crashing down. there's a choked sob before Dohalim lets it all out, dissolving into a mess of tears and more sobs, shoulders shaking as he leans down to press his forehead against Zhongli's chest. it wracks through him with such force that he would, no doubt, exhaust himself, but this is what he needs, right? is this what he's wanted, some sort of release? perhaps it isn't so bad letting some emotion go, rather than bottling it up.
the warmth of their intertwined bond reminds him that he isn't alone in the cold darkness, but instead so ensnared by this deity that refuses to let him go... there's comfort in that thought. comfort he didn't think he'd ever find. he wants to continue to push back, push Zhongli away, but... it's not what he wants, is it? he's so scared of being alone again. maybe it's the fear of watching Zhongli turn his back on him, but he's proven that, even when he's taken away, he always comes back. however, Dohalim isn't sure he'll ever get over it, as a spear of anxiety, on top of it all, pierces his heart. it thrums along their bond for but a momnet.
all the while, he continues to cry, really cry, as his emotions bleed out of him like an open wound. to compare it to such wouldn't even be so far off the mark]