[Orym can't read the expression on Dorian's face, and it worries him. He starts to speak again but the other man is leaning close and Orym relaxes at the kiss. Then it'll be all right.
He's not expecting the cool, soothing wash of magic that flows through him, over his skin, coaxing bruises and aches into dissolving into nothing. His breath catching at the realization of what Dorian is doing.]
Dorian... [A soft murmur of his name. He didn't have to do that. They were bruises, and they would have healed with time but somehow the realization that the other man did this for him, used his magic for him...
He winds his arms around Dorian's neck and kisses him again.] Thank you.
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He's not expecting the cool, soothing wash of magic that flows through him, over his skin, coaxing bruises and aches into dissolving into nothing. His breath catching at the realization of what Dorian is doing.]
Dorian... [A soft murmur of his name. He didn't have to do that. They were bruises, and they would have healed with time but somehow the realization that the other man did this for him, used his magic for him...
He winds his arms around Dorian's neck and kisses him again.] Thank you.