[hot anger bubbles up again, and with it comes a need to hurt. to cause pain, just so Zhongli knows just even a fraction of what he's feeling. Dohalim presses himself against the other just a little more, knee roughly nudging his thighs apart. his fingers don't let up on Zhongli's hair, as if gripping onto some form of reality, so he doesn't completely go off the deep end. he's toeing that line, he's sure, but he's not quite there, yet.
but his comment on how he's not alone, however... that triggers something in him. more of that anger rises in him; he breathes heavily through gritted teeth]
You know nothing... I have no one. Gone, because of me, because of what I've done. I've received hatred from those I've held closest to me, watched as their backs have turned to me.
[his face contorts to mirror that anger, but within it, within his eyes, there's that hint of anguish, sadness for what he's been through. Dohalim still reaches for Zhongli, to grasp at anything, but this corruption... it's holding him back, pulling him back down into darkness.
but that corruption starts to win over him; e presses his leg against the deity even more, knee resting against the edge of the bed and effectively pinning Zhongli in place. his free hand slides down, slipping under him to grasp at clothing, to push and pull it aside. he just wants control. to control his emotions, to control this conversation, to control himself, even if he's unsure of even that, right now]
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[hot anger bubbles up again, and with it comes a need to hurt. to cause pain, just so Zhongli knows just even a fraction of what he's feeling. Dohalim presses himself against the other just a little more, knee roughly nudging his thighs apart. his fingers don't let up on Zhongli's hair, as if gripping onto some form of reality, so he doesn't completely go off the deep end. he's toeing that line, he's sure, but he's not quite there, yet.
but his comment on how he's not alone, however... that triggers something in him. more of that anger rises in him; he breathes heavily through gritted teeth]
You know nothing... I have no one. Gone, because of me, because of what I've done. I've received hatred from those I've held closest to me, watched as their backs have turned to me.
[his face contorts to mirror that anger, but within it, within his eyes, there's that hint of anguish, sadness for what he's been through. Dohalim still reaches for Zhongli, to grasp at anything, but this corruption... it's holding him back, pulling him back down into darkness.
but that corruption starts to win over him; e presses his leg against the deity even more, knee resting against the edge of the bed and effectively pinning Zhongli in place. his free hand slides down, slipping under him to grasp at clothing, to push and pull it aside. he just wants control. to control his emotions, to control this conversation, to control himself, even if he's unsure of even that, right now]
Do not speak of me as if you know. You do not.