[The song works incredibly well. The halfling drifts off to sleep almost immediately. It's been ages since he's felt so warm and safe and right, so long since sleep has come so quickly and without any of the anxiety or bad dreams that usually accompany it.
The first rays of the sun do still wake him, even if as he opens his eyes to see Dorian's face there's a wash of temptation to linger. No, Dorian needs to leave. Orym knows this.
He leans up to press a kiss to his forehead, to each closed eye, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips.]
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The first rays of the sun do still wake him, even if as he opens his eyes to see Dorian's face there's a wash of temptation to linger. No, Dorian needs to leave. Orym knows this.
He leans up to press a kiss to his forehead, to each closed eye, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips.]
It's morning, Beautiful. The sun is rising.