[dropping his hand enough to look at Gepard, Dohalim pauses for a moment to sort out his thoughts. Gepard... he's so loyal that it can almost be to a fault, and not once has he given him any doubt of his trust in the man. but... could it all be a facade to hide the truth? no, it can't be... but what if it is?
Gepard might not think that Dohalim's hesitation and caution is foolish, but Dohalim himself thinks it is. why doubt someone who has been by his side even before he'd ascended the lordship?
thoughts swirl in his mind, his heart pounds in his chest, and all Dohalim wants is to run away from the problem. it's what he's best at, after all. perhaps he can step out from the city for a moment, to gather his thoughts, away from any influence. but would it be fair to the captain if he just up and left without a single word? if he and Serval really were plotting against him, would it even be safe to do so? he doesn't know what to do...
Dohalim suddenly stands, hands pressed against his desk as he holds himself up for a moment. his head is dropped down, eyes fixed on the grain of the wood. the air in the room is stifling, and definitely not helping with his thoughts; it's all he needs to convince himself to get out]
I need to...
[he mutters the words softly to himself before straightening up. he makes a bee-line to the door, without even saying another word to Gepard; the blond might pick up on this as a sign that Dohalim is on the verge of a panic attack]
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Gepard might not think that Dohalim's hesitation and caution is foolish, but Dohalim himself thinks it is. why doubt someone who has been by his side even before he'd ascended the lordship?
thoughts swirl in his mind, his heart pounds in his chest, and all Dohalim wants is to run away from the problem. it's what he's best at, after all. perhaps he can step out from the city for a moment, to gather his thoughts, away from any influence. but would it be fair to the captain if he just up and left without a single word? if he and Serval really were plotting against him, would it even be safe to do so? he doesn't know what to do...
Dohalim suddenly stands, hands pressed against his desk as he holds himself up for a moment. his head is dropped down, eyes fixed on the grain of the wood. the air in the room is stifling, and definitely not helping with his thoughts; it's all he needs to convince himself to get out]
I need to...
[he mutters the words softly to himself before straightening up. he makes a bee-line to the door, without even saying another word to Gepard; the blond might pick up on this as a sign that Dohalim is on the verge of a panic attack]