[ Dorian sucks in another breath as the collar falls away, revealing the entire shape of purple mottled skin around Orym’s neck, looking much worse than he’d thought.
And as he’s inspecting it, he can’t keep his eyes from trailing down, once again reminded of some others he’d caught sight of under his clothing. ]
Not just one bruise. [ His hand trails down, fingers lightly tracing over some of the darker ones that could be seen through Orym’s top.
And he can’t help a rush of sudden anger, thinking of someone treating Orym in such a way to leave such marks on his skin. ]
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Date: 2023-03-28 07:47 am (UTC)And as he’s inspecting it, he can’t keep his eyes from trailing down, once again reminded of some others he’d caught sight of under his clothing. ]
Not just one bruise. [ His hand trails down, fingers lightly tracing over some of the darker ones that could be seen through Orym’s top.
And he can’t help a rush of sudden anger, thinking of someone treating Orym in such a way to leave such marks on his skin. ]