[since when have they become "we"? since they forged their contract with each other? or had it been before that? Zhongli was a man shrouded in mystery ever since he'd arrived in Dohalim's court, and even before that, he isn't sure if he'd walked among Viscint's citizens. perhaps, then, he had denied whatever attachments he had for Zhongli, both in part of Kelzalik's warnings of getting close to a stranger, and their social standing.
both regrets, now that he thinks about it.
but feeling the strong arm around him pull him close, Dohalim sinks into it, and into the idea of "we". the idea of the both of them... could he allow himself such a thing? he still doesn't understand why the deity would want to...
Dohalim pulls his head back to glance up at Zhongli. eyes still tired, halflidded, but more present than they have been for... well the last few days, really. in them, no madness, no corruption behind soft amber, just... Dohalim]
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[since when have they become "we"? since they forged their contract with each other? or had it been before that? Zhongli was a man shrouded in mystery ever since he'd arrived in Dohalim's court, and even before that, he isn't sure if he'd walked among Viscint's citizens. perhaps, then, he had denied whatever attachments he had for Zhongli, both in part of Kelzalik's warnings of getting close to a stranger, and their social standing.
both regrets, now that he thinks about it.
but feeling the strong arm around him pull him close, Dohalim sinks into it, and into the idea of "we". the idea of the both of them... could he allow himself such a thing? he still doesn't understand why the deity would want to...
Dohalim pulls his head back to glance up at Zhongli. eyes still tired, halflidded, but more present than they have been for... well the last few days, really. in them, no madness, no corruption behind soft amber, just... Dohalim]