eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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[nodding again, Rukkhadevata pulls out several small jars and sachets, pausing to glance at the faded labels to make sure she's pulling out the right ingredients, before moving over to a small work bench. there, she makes quick work with sifting out the different dried leaves into a small wooden box. she mutters something under her breath, possibly about what ingredients go in, and how much, but her movements don't hesitate one bit. it's been so long since the last time she's made such a tea, but it seems as though as the recipe hasn't left her.

she tops off the blend with several dried flowers, before laying a small wooden spoon on top of the tea, and sealing the box.

"There we go. A tea to block nightmares, with flowers to stimulate pleasant dreams. But, for the most part, his sleep should come to him undisturbed."

Rukkhadevata places the box carefully in Dohalim's lap, before reaching up to gently brush her fingers through his hair.

"Have him drink a cup every night. Even if you... Exhaust him before bed."

she gives Zhongli a look, something glinting in her eyes]

[it's a good thing, he thinks, and nods along with her words. a relief, knowing he'll be able to rest largely undisturbed. Zhongli only watches as she places the box and brushes fingers through Dohalim's hair, only pausing when she speaks again.

honestly it's probably the look she gives him, as it's enough to make him clear his throat.]

I... will remember this. It shouldn't be difficult, even if he is... somewhat exhausted.

[somewhat, he says, and the tinge of pink suggests she's much more correct in her assessment than he might like. head shaking, he bends down carefully to touch his forehead to hers. then he's upright again, tail shifting behind him.]

Thank you, Rukkhadevata. I'm sure we'll speak again soon.

[despite the mischievous look moments before, she offers a warm smile as their foreheads touch. it's nice to see Zhongli so affectionate, even if it's platonic; so far removed from the god he used to be. reaching up, she gives the deity's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"No thanks are needed. It is the least I could do."

honestly, it's fascinating to her how much she's grown attached to the both of them so quickly. perhaps it's the astral energy shared between the three of them that's in play; she and Zhongli had never been as close as this, even though they both have governed the land and rock together in Menancia. or maybe she's always just been a little intimidated by the god. but... she supposes they both have another common goal now, to protect Dohalim from the corruption of Rena's Astral Spirit, and to watch him thrive.

there's a sudden sadness at the thought that she might not even get to watch Dohalim at his best once Umbra is cleansed, but she'll push that thought aside for now.

"If you need me for anything, all you need to do is call out. The plants are always listening, after all."]

Nonetheless, I am thankful.

[he exhales a soft sigh then, perhaps in thinking about what is to come. the tea should help, and his people should help... and perhaps that will help them both to find the best way to move forward. one thing at a time, though.]

... Ah... of course. [it occurs to him, almost suddenly, just how many plants there really are around Autelina. well, it isn't as though he has any shame for his appetites, in the end; there's just something about knowing that someone else might know of them, even though they've been hidden away so carefully.] I hope that we get to see you visiting, at some time. It would be pleasant to speak in the gardens, I think.

["I think I may make the trip to Viscint one day, when everything settles. I would like to see the people and how they've grown under Dohalim's rule."

they would, of course, have to get to a point where mysterious visitors are welcome back to Autelina Palace, and perhaps more so the idea of gods in the land. she hasn't had the experience of walking in the public eye as a mortal like Zhongli has, after all; Rukkhadevata isn't sure she can change her appearance to look less ethereal. oh well, she can work on that, on top of everything else.

"For now, you both really should head back. Even if you've explained things to the guards, I can't imagine they would stay content much longer."

she pats Zhongli on the back, as if trying to usher him away. "Good night, Rex Lapis."]

I should hope to see it sooner than later.

[there's certainly time, in any case. for now, of course, this is the closest they can get. perhaps she could masquerade as some sort of ghostly presence, disappearing suddenly as she might...

but she's right, and Zhongli exhales a hum as she pats him on the back.]

Of course. It would do no good to panic them any more than they already were. Good night, Rukkhadevata.

[with that, he'll incline his head in goodbye, then turn to carry Dohalim back to the palace. he'll have to be back to his normal form by the time he reaches Traslida proper, but takes his time nonetheless... and then, it's just a case of getting the Renan back to bed. hopefully, he doesn't get waylaid asking too many questions.]

[when Zhongli does reach the entrance to the city, he does get questioned by some of the guards (how could he not, when their lord is, again, found in the arms of this man once more), but considering that it's also very much still the middle of the night, they let the deity pass. it seems there's no need for panic, considering that Dohalim looks alright, so really, if the issue needs pressing, they can ask about it in the morning.

Dohalim starts to shift finally as soon as they reach his room; maybe it's because they're farther away from Rukkhadevata's domain and influence that the spell cast over him is starting to weaken. he lets out a soft, groggy sound as he slowly lifts a hand up to press against his face. what time is it, even... surely it's not morning, yet...]

[Zhongli speaks softly and gently to the guards, spiriting Dohalim away and back to his room. it's simple enough, and as he settles him into bed, there's a brief moment of relief where he exhales a sigh, stretching mildly before the Renan stirs.

when he does, the deity smiles and reaches to brush his hair back.]

Welcome back to wakefulness, baoshi... are you feeling a little better?

[settling himself on the edge of the bed, he opens the box of tea to read Rukkhadevata's instructions. best he familiarise himself with them... though he isn't sure if he should start it now or tomorrow, really.]

Where...

[Dohalim tries to recollect his thoughts, tries to remember what happened. he'd gone to sleep, then... he remembers seeing Rukkhadevata and--

Dohalim sits up suddenly in mild panic as he remembers how he found himself in the goddess' domain. is everything alright? is she alright? what about the corruption? did it do anything to her--]

Is Rukkhadevata alright--

[his words come out rushed before everything else catches up to him; what had happened after he came to, when Umbra relinquished control back to him. and what the conversation soon after entailed, and how closely tied he is not only to the two gods, but Rena's spirit. he lets out a heavy sigh as his shoulders slump]

...Of course she is. Right?

She's fine, Dohalim.

[reaching out, he takes the Renan's hand and gives it a squeeze, reassuring as he can be. his panic... well, he's starting to get used to it, he supposes. his smile is soft, a little sad to watch the panic work its way through Dohalim... but there's not much he can do about it.]

She hoped you would be able to rest well tonight, and is looking forward to seeing you again soon. I asked her for something to help with your nightmares, as well. [he inclines his head toward the box of tea in his other hand then.] Would you like me to brew you a cup? She suggested you should have it daily.

[Dohalim looks over at the box of tea leaves inquisitively, wondering how tea would help with his nightmares. then he thought about the incense that Zhongli had burned not too long ago that also helped. maybe it was also his presence in his dream that helped too, but who is he to question the remedies that come from the gods themselves?

but for something to be taken daily... perhaps this is a medicine of some sort? not that Dohalim will complain, of course; if it's something to soothe the nightmares so he can have a decent night's sleep for more than one night, he'll take anything. he knows this isn't something he can fix himself with a healing spell, and his own knowledge of medicinal herbs only goes so far as to fix physical ailments and illnesses. so, for a tea to help what ails him mentally...]

If it'll put me back to sleep, I don't see why not.

[and while Zhongli does that, Dohalim will settle back into bed now that the initial panic has worn off]

It should, in theory. I confess I didn't ask her what it is, exactly, but I trust her judgment.

[given that she's... well, what she is, how could he not? it doesn't take him long to find a kettle to heat, let alone to prepare the tea to steep and bring to him. it should last a while, he thinks, if it's only one cup a night. and if it works... well, it's certainly better than him accidentally running out of energy again.]

Here we are. Do you need anything else before we rest?

[Zhongli settles on the bed again as he holds out the teacup, ignoring the urge to brush Dohalim's hair back or any such thing right now. focus.]

[as Zhongli rejoins him back on the bed, Dohalim scooches over to give him more room before taking his cup. he inhales deeply, taking in the earthy notes of the tea blend, as well as the soft floral hints of the flowers.

Dohalim leans against Zhongli, resting his head on the other's shoulder as he waits for the tea to cool down; there is one crucial thing that's missing that he's grown accustomed to having. a certain weight and warmth wrapped around him, to serve as a comfort as he lulls himself to sleep, and as a reminder that Zhongli is still with him when he's jolted awake]

Your tail...

Ah... of course.

[Zhongli huffs a little laugh as he lets himself shift again, the form a comfort to them both, really. his hand does reach out to brush Dohalim's hair back now, tail shifting to rest around his hip. he'll have to move it again when they lie down, but this is fine for now, while he's drinking his tea.]

It's a pity I can't have it throughout our time in your room, lest someone see it, but so it goes.

[Dohalim gently brushes his fingers along the smooth scales before threading them in the tufts of fur. he'll never not marvel at how it feels under his hand, how strong yet comforting it feels wrapped around him. it's something Dohalim hadn't realised he'd wanted until the first time he felt the appendage; perhaps it's him being so touch starved that he wants it wrapped around him when the both of them are alone.

as much as he would like it out for him to seek comfort in whenever he wanted (and he's sure that Zhongli would feel more comfortable in this form as well in general), the deity has a point. he's still surprised that those who've seen his more condensed form really have kept their secret; usually some rumours can spread throughout the palace like wildfire.

Dohalim hums to himself as he lifts his teacup up to his lips, sipping the tea carefully so he doesn't burn himself. it's rather herbaceous, with the flowers cutting through it's bitterness with a slightly sweet taste and aroma; it's not bad, especially for something that's supposed to be medicinal. at least he won't be struggling to drink it down]

Do you think we'll ever get to the point where we can show this form to at least the palace court? So not to raise panic again.

It's my hope. It would potentially allow Rukkhadevata to visit us instead of the reverse, as well.

[maybe that's getting ahead of himself, but he doesn't mind a little hope in this space. as Dohalim drinks, Zhongli lets his arm slip around his waist, tail tuft fluffed in soft fingers. it's a comfort to him, too, mild and almost sweet. his weight even nests against the Renan's slightly, careful not to disturb his efforts.]

If all goes to plan, it's not impossible that there's an eventuality where we can share it with the world as a whole. Both, perhaps.

Do you have a plan on how to reveal this secret fully? Or are you speaking in hypotheticals?

[Dohalim's words are uttered softly; it seems that even with a few sips, the tea is already starting to do its work. or maybe it's because it's still the middle of the night, and that the both of them should be asleep. considering all that had happened in the last hour or so, and despite the sleep he'd been put under, it's no surprise that the tea had taken effect so quickly. he has to wonder if it'll be like this every night he drinks it.

but he also does want to spark a conversation with Zhongli about the possibilities of showing both worlds the gods and spirits. he has to wonder what the Renans would think if the Great Astral Spirit showed herself to the people, what with them being such a conformist society. would it shake everyone's beliefs? or... do the sovereigns know about the spirit? they are chosen to live out their days on Rena during and after their rule, after all, so maybe...]

I wonder if... Both worlds would accept the gods and spirits again...

Ah. Hypotheticals, mostly. How to navigate humanity, especially when introducing alarming concepts, is... difficult to plan around too far in advance.

[Zhongli exhales a thoughtful hum as he listens to Dohalim - both as he takes his slow sips, the cadence of his breath, and again as he speaks. that, of course, is... a tempestuous thing to answer. still...]

It's hard to say. I suppose we would have to play it by ear. It has been a... very long time since we were a part of the world as a whole, after all. Many things will have to be revealed first, I'm sure.

First, we will need to find ways to move forward with your intentions - after rest, of course.

My intentions... I wonder what Rena's Astral Spirit would think of it...

[and if Umbra has a direct line to said spirit. does Rena know what he plans on doing? Does the spirit care? or is it just biding time? there's much to think about.

Dohalim takes another sip of his tea, a bigger one this time; he lets the hot liquid warm him as he slowly sinks further into the comforting drowsiness. he has to wonder if he has to finish the entire cup, but with how steadily he's creeping up on sleep, that might not happen. but, there's only so much left so maybe he can give it a try.

but what's peculiar is the odd feeling in his body. it's not uncomfortable; quite the opposite, actually. he can mostly feel it in his fingers and toes, almost... fuzzy, for lack of better word. it's strange, but Dohalim finds he doesn't mind it too much, even as it creeps up his hands and feet]

Mm, if it thinks in the same way, it's difficult to say.

[he doesn't think, based on how Rukkhadevata spoke to it, that Umbra is quite the same. as much as it is related to the spirit, its own personality is far more forceful than he recalls the Spirit itself ever being.]

How is your tea? Not too bitter, I hope.

[he forces himself to ask so as to push himself away from thinking too hard on it right now. after all, there's really no point - they have enough to do without worrying about frivolities like what Rena or the actual "Renans" think. his time is better spent taking care of Dohalim.]

Mm, no... The flowers cut the bitterness.

[Dohalim's eyes slip half closed, letting more of that drowsy feeling claim a bit more of him. even wanting to hold a conversation, the feeling is all too pleasant, as if he's almost floating, and for once, he actually does want to go to sleep.

tilting his head, Dohalim nuzzles Zhongli's shoulder, letting out another soft hum. yes, perhaps it's time for a bit of sleep; he holds his cup out to the deity to move to the bedside table]

I think... Sleep. I'm ready for sleep.

[It might be a little worrisome to see such strong results, but it is still the middle of the night and he was probably quite exhausted before now. Taking the cup, he reaches to brush the back of his fingers over Dohalim's cheek.]

Yes, that would be best. Lie down, I will join you in a moment.

[He's up just long enough to settle the cup, slipping under the covers and letting his tail shift to rest over the redhead's waist. And follow suit, gently closing the space between them just a little.]

Rest well, Dohalim.

[as Zhongli pulls himself away, Dohalim's already slipping under the covers, curling up against the other as he makes quick work with the cup. he still feels rather floaty, and he does have to wonder if there was anything in that tea that would cause such a reaction, but the drowsiness and everything else starts to mute any other thought other than "must sleep now".

as the deity tucks himself in and pulls him close, Dohalim makes the unconscious decision to move Zhonlgi's tail to get more of the weight on top of him. what he doesn't realise is that by doing so, he manages to tug at said tail, hand gently grasping at it to pull it closer against him. sorry, Zhongli, this is what you're going to have to deal with as Dohalim pulls on it like trying to get more blankets on top of him]

Ah— Dohalim, you needn't—

[gentle as his pulls are, they don't fail to pull a soft moan from the deity as pressure builds at the base of his tail. In an attempt to not react to the sudden pulse of want and need the motion drags upward, Zhongli presses his face into the other's shoulder.]

That isn't a blanket, you know...

[His tail can't freely coil around Dohalim properly, but its heft does curl against the other's body. It's weighty and comforting, tufted end curled away so as not to tickle...]

[Zhongli doesn't get an answer back, nor does Dohalim relent in those tugs. he's too deep in his drowsiness to the point of being half asleep, though the small grumble he lets out voices the slight frustration in not having enough of Zhongli's tail on him.

it's actually an interesting effect the tea has on Dohalim, and if he were more awake, he would definitely be questioning what was blended into it. this may be more than exhaustion acting at this point, but because he's not so awake to think on it, he just lets it lie.

Dohalim, wanting even more of Zhongli's contact (as if he doesn't have enough), wraps his leg around the deity's hip as he presses closer, now in an awkward tangle of tail and limbs as he burrows into him]

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