for Dorian (makingmyway)

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

(( in their soul-bonded AU, early on ))


[Life has been brighter in so many ways since that moment that he and Dorian connected, when the bond that each of them had been trying to hide was suddenly allowed to see the light, to connect with its other half. Orym is happy. Despite everything that is going on, despite the dangers and the risks, things are good. He wants nothing more than to be with the bard, to make him happy.

And the bond that was denied and suppressed for as long as it was, well, that has certainly given both of them motivation to make the most of their time.

So it's probably no surprise that the two of them have excused themselves from dinner early to retire to their room for the evening. And that Orym is currently planted in Dorian's lap -- quickly becoming one of his favorite places -- hands curled in the front of Dorian's shirt, holding the other man close as he does his best to kiss him breathless.]

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[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym reaches up with both hands settling at either side of Dorian's face, thumbs brushing away those tears that escaped his eyes. There's a smile on the halfling's face still, and he shakes his head.]

I wish you'd known him when he was here, but I'm so glad you've met him. That you know him now, and that he knows you.

[He leans up to press a soft, lingering kiss to Dorian's lips.]

It was... it was bad. I thought all the light had gone out of the world, for a long time. And then I met you.

[makingmyway]

[ He releases a shaky breath, leaning into Orym’s touch as the halfling brushes away the tears. ]

He was incredible. I can understand why you love him.

[ Why he still loves him, no matter how long it’s been. He understands it completely, and even before meeting Will himself he never would have asked Orym to change that.

With a faint smile, he returns the kiss while he can, reaching up one hand to rest over Orym’s against his cheek. ]

I’m glad… I’m glad I could be there for you when you needed me.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

He was incredible.

[And now he winds one arm around Dorian's neck, a very familiar embrace because Orym enjoys the feeling of having the bard in his arms, of holding and being held. The hand beneath the bard's lingers against his cheek, enjoying the warmth of him.]

And so are you.

[His beautiful, kind, wonderful love.] My Dorian.

[makingmyway]

[ A flush colors his cheeks, but his smile brightens as his own arm wraps around Orym’s waist to hold him flush against him, enjoying the contact with his bonded. ]

All yours… [ He slips Orym a quick kiss. ] I love you.