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[ilqaras]

[there's a bit of fumbling about with the camera, fingers come into view before everything is righted, and Dohalim comes into view. he's... looking a little rough, dark circles under his eyes as he props an arm up to rest his forehead in between his thumb and forefinger. there's a slight ting of red that manages to peek through his bronzed skin, as he takes a small bite of a sliced piece of fruit; someone went foraging for wine fruit, it seems.

the silence goes on for a moment more; one would think this could be a mukbang, before Dohalim finally sighs out softly, and speaks]

First of all... I would like to apologise to those I've encountered in the last several weeks. My actions were out of line.

[his speech is slurred; he looks off to the side]

Second of all... Would anyone know how to get blood out of white linens?

[another soft sigh, before Dohalim reaches towards the camera, and the screen goes black. he was meant to draft this, but... oops he posted it instead. help a guy out, he really doesn't want to have to burn his regalia]

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[hypercriticals]

[ Her arms remain folded, her eyes closed until he utters five particular words. Rather than peek an eye open, she sighs, long lashes fluttering as she turns her gaze up at him. She regards him for a long moment, then unfolds her arms reaches to right his clothes while he's close enough to her height for her to do so comfortably. ]

You aren't a stone and even if you endeavored to be like one, they are weathered and change.

[ She settles one hand atop her hip, her demeanor and softer tone shifting in an instant. ]

That doesn't mean you are... what is that turn of phrase? "Off the hook"?

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim has to smile grimly at the comparison between him and rocks; the very element he can command, and yet here he was, swayed like tree in the wind]

And yet, they remain sturdy in its wake, unmoving even in the most tumultuous of storms. Like I should have been, with my own turbulent emotions.

[sighing softly, he lifts a hand up to gently brush against the back of Prim's, before letting it drop]

I do not expect to be, honestly. Dare I say I do not deserve the forgiveness.

[hypercriticals]

[ What was Dohalim expecting? Probably not for Prim, tiny thing that she is, to take advantage of his leaning and reach to tug Mr. Unmoving down to her height so that she can look him properly in the eyes. ]

Are you truly going to argue these points with me? You've enough to make up for already and I'll not let you take that sort of decision from me!

[ilqaras]

[needless to say, Dohalim is surprised to be tugged down to Prim's eye level, eyes widened for a moment. aaaaah, he's gone and made her mad again]

It... Is what I truly believe. My apologies.

[hypercriticals]

You can make that up to me, too, then. Perhaps you should apologize less and instead put your energy toward figuring out how you're going to do that?