[maybe, one day, Dohalim will tell Zhongli the story behind it. maybe he'll share those memories with him, but right now, it's something he still can't talk about, never minding the pining he has to play it again. books of scores and sheet music line the bookcase behind his desk, some even strewn across said desk as well. he does itch to play it again, but he's not worthy to pick it up once more. not when it's one more thing that he's stolen from Tarnigen. he misses hearing the accompaniment of his and their friends' violins playing alongside with his, to tunes he's composed himself.
letting his eyes slip closed, he shakes his head, feeling the exhaustion start to creep up on him. it's better than the corruption; its claws finally releasing him for the time being. he lets out a soft sigh]
Just stay...
[Dohalim's voice is soft but raw, and holds just a little bit of that desperation. he has a feeling that Zhongli won't leave him, but he needs that reassurance right now]
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letting his eyes slip closed, he shakes his head, feeling the exhaustion start to creep up on him. it's better than the corruption; its claws finally releasing him for the time being. he lets out a soft sigh]
Just stay...
[Dohalim's voice is soft but raw, and holds just a little bit of that desperation. he has a feeling that Zhongli won't leave him, but he needs that reassurance right now]