[for some reason, Dohalim isn't all that surprised as Zhongli leans in to kiss him, as gentle as it is. no, it's almost... welcomed, with how he reacts by kissing him back. it's terribly selfish, to allow himself to reciprocate these feelings, when there are pressing matters that need his attention first. would his people think the same way? that, after all of what has happened, he's allowed himself such an indulgence? he had this thought previously; the first time he'd kissed Zhongli, but he'd thought that it was just his mess of emotions driving him to do so, wanting some sort of solace, a connection to tie him to reality, and not the constant nightmare in his head. the idea of being with someone romantically, to allow himself it...
the hand resting on top of their intertwined ones reaches up to slide to the back of Zhongli's neck as Dohalim pulls him closer. he can feel soft strands of the deity's ponytail tickle the back of his hand; he lets his fingers thread through them. there is so much about this being that Dohalim adores, even down to his stubbornness. but, he supposes that comes with the territory of the god of earth and stone.
he doesn't part from Zhongli, not yet; he doesn't dare to. almost as if to tell himself that this is real and it's happening, and it's not just a figment of his imagination. it's not a dream he's going to wake up from, he won't find himself in the grove in Rukkhadevata's lap, but instead, when he opens his eyes again, he'll see that warm amber looking at him. this, Dohalim, tells himself]
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the hand resting on top of their intertwined ones reaches up to slide to the back of Zhongli's neck as Dohalim pulls him closer. he can feel soft strands of the deity's ponytail tickle the back of his hand; he lets his fingers thread through them. there is so much about this being that Dohalim adores, even down to his stubbornness. but, he supposes that comes with the territory of the god of earth and stone.
he doesn't part from Zhongli, not yet; he doesn't dare to. almost as if to tell himself that this is real and it's happening, and it's not just a figment of his imagination. it's not a dream he's going to wake up from, he won't find himself in the grove in Rukkhadevata's lap, but instead, when he opens his eyes again, he'll see that warm amber looking at him. this, Dohalim, tells himself]