[for a moment, Dohalim's attention turns to Zhongli, needing whatever warmth the deity can provide. but when he realises he's still asleep, trembling hands shake his shoulder in hopes of rousing him from his own sleep]
Wake up... Please... I need you...
[the shaking becomes more fervent as more of the panic sets in; he vaguely remembers the words muttered in his nightmare, of telling him to leave. what if he'd done something? as the anxiety comes crashing down on him with every passing moment that Zhongli stays sleeping, the panic only rises more until it's all Dohalim can feel. it's white hot and ice cold at the same time as it courses through his veins, causing the tremble to travel up his arms and overtake him completely. he did this, he did something to cause this, and now Zhongli won't wake up.
what if he doesn't want to? what if, with everything he'd witnessed, he would rather stay sleeping, and stay away from him--
"Do you see? I was right."
words ring in the back of his mind, no doubt from Umbra itself. pulling his hands back from the deity, Dohalim threads his fingers through his hair as he shakes his head]
Get out, get out...
[his mumblings go unanswered. practically throwing himself out of bed, he stumbles for a moment before moving across his room to step out. maybe he can reach Rukkhadevata somehow...
but as soon as he opens the door and steps out, it seems as if all eyes are on him by anyone who passes by. it only feeds into the tumult, and Dohalim does the only thing he feels he can do in this situation, and summon his vines to create a barrier in between himself and everyone else, to keep them away; they're poised and ready to strike if needed.
in the darkness Zhongli is tucked away in, a familiar voice calls out to him. Rukkhadevata, who doesn't appear in a physical form, does so in a wisp of leaves gently blowing past him.
"You need to wake up. Quickly, before he does something drastic."
it's the most she can offer in a short time, and hopes that her message is enough to wake Zhongli up and contain the brewing storm before she herself can get to the palace]
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Wake up... Please... I need you...
[the shaking becomes more fervent as more of the panic sets in; he vaguely remembers the words muttered in his nightmare, of telling him to leave. what if he'd done something? as the anxiety comes crashing down on him with every passing moment that Zhongli stays sleeping, the panic only rises more until it's all Dohalim can feel. it's white hot and ice cold at the same time as it courses through his veins, causing the tremble to travel up his arms and overtake him completely. he did this, he did something to cause this, and now Zhongli won't wake up.
what if he doesn't want to? what if, with everything he'd witnessed, he would rather stay sleeping, and stay away from him--
"Do you see? I was right."
words ring in the back of his mind, no doubt from Umbra itself. pulling his hands back from the deity, Dohalim threads his fingers through his hair as he shakes his head]
Get out, get out...
[his mumblings go unanswered. practically throwing himself out of bed, he stumbles for a moment before moving across his room to step out. maybe he can reach Rukkhadevata somehow...
but as soon as he opens the door and steps out, it seems as if all eyes are on him by anyone who passes by. it only feeds into the tumult, and Dohalim does the only thing he feels he can do in this situation, and summon his vines to create a barrier in between himself and everyone else, to keep them away; they're poised and ready to strike if needed.
in the darkness Zhongli is tucked away in, a familiar voice calls out to him. Rukkhadevata, who doesn't appear in a physical form, does so in a wisp of leaves gently blowing past him.
"You need to wake up. Quickly, before he does something drastic."
it's the most she can offer in a short time, and hopes that her message is enough to wake Zhongli up and contain the brewing storm before she herself can get to the palace]