... I suppose you're right. It isn't really so simple, after all... [Gepard, as is his wont, only shifts to pull Dohalim in a little closer. the idea of being apart from him is... unpleasant, but he'll do what he must. he always has.] At the very least, we can perhaps plan for the future, after the contest's end.
[he doesn't want to let go. he doesn't want to return, in that moment, contrary to every vow he'd ever made. to leave his beloved like this, to know that they'll have to be so exceptionally careful—it's a lot to ask the Lord, too.]
... Yes, of course. I did let them know that we would be out for a time, so they should at least not be worrying too much yet.
[leaning in, Gepard pauses, then just brushes the backs of his knuckles against Dohalim's cheek. if he goes any further, there's no guarantee that he would be able to stop and bring him back home soon enough.]
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[he doesn't want to let go. he doesn't want to return, in that moment, contrary to every vow he'd ever made. to leave his beloved like this, to know that they'll have to be so exceptionally careful—it's a lot to ask the Lord, too.]
... Yes, of course. I did let them know that we would be out for a time, so they should at least not be worrying too much yet.
[leaning in, Gepard pauses, then just brushes the backs of his knuckles against Dohalim's cheek. if he goes any further, there's no guarantee that he would be able to stop and bring him back home soon enough.]