[Dohalim is rather careful in the way he handles Zhongli's tail, moving it along his side to make it a little more comfortable for the both of them. now knowing just what kind of touches against the appendage could rile the deity up, Dohalim refrains from stimulating him too much with his touch, though he can't help but gently trace some of the scales along with his finger. he's still amazed at how smooth they feel.
he doesn't say anything as he settles into the warmth, exhaustion finally claiming him. eyes flutter closed, and soon, the warmth and weight lull him to sleep.
a week goes by and Dohalim feels better physically; no fever is present and he's back to his usual work. though, this time, the people of his court and the staff in the palace do make sure he gets his rest more now, lest he fall ill again. from time to time, it does take some convincing for Dohalim to delegate certain tasks to others, but in the end, he does end up doing it. if not to avoid raising concern from his people, but so he doesn't have to hear it from Zhongli. all in all, he's not as tired as he usually is, anymore.
but it seems that moment of unguardedness is the perfect opportunity for the corruption to pick at Dohalim again, telling him that the gods are hiding things from him. that, if it had anything to do with him, they're choosing to withhold that information. and that sparks something in the Renan, his own mind being taken back to Kelzalik, and how he'd hidden growing discourse from him.
"Do you want to be left in the dark again?" it asks him.
no. he doesn't.
and that's the moment the corruption takes over, in the middle of the night. he'd woken from his sleep with a jolt, staring up at the ceiling. it's taken over again, it seems, by how foggy his mind is, and how cold he feels. this time, Dohalim doesn't fight it as he feels himself push up to sit in bed.
if no one will give him any answers, he'll just gave to get them by force]
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he doesn't say anything as he settles into the warmth, exhaustion finally claiming him. eyes flutter closed, and soon, the warmth and weight lull him to sleep.
a week goes by and Dohalim feels better physically; no fever is present and he's back to his usual work. though, this time, the people of his court and the staff in the palace do make sure he gets his rest more now, lest he fall ill again. from time to time, it does take some convincing for Dohalim to delegate certain tasks to others, but in the end, he does end up doing it. if not to avoid raising concern from his people, but so he doesn't have to hear it from Zhongli. all in all, he's not as tired as he usually is, anymore.
but it seems that moment of unguardedness is the perfect opportunity for the corruption to pick at Dohalim again, telling him that the gods are hiding things from him. that, if it had anything to do with him, they're choosing to withhold that information. and that sparks something in the Renan, his own mind being taken back to Kelzalik, and how he'd hidden growing discourse from him.
"Do you want to be left in the dark again?" it asks him.
no. he doesn't.
and that's the moment the corruption takes over, in the middle of the night. he'd woken from his sleep with a jolt, staring up at the ceiling. it's taken over again, it seems, by how foggy his mind is, and how cold he feels. this time, Dohalim doesn't fight it as he feels himself push up to sit in bed.
if no one will give him any answers, he'll just gave to get them by force]