[ Dorian bites back a sigh as Orym moves away, and has to fight the urge to pull him back and just hold him for a moment longer. Instead he pushes himself to sit up, folding his legs as he remains on the bed and watches Orym retrieve his sword, then move further into the room.
When Orym begins moving, Dorian’s eyes widen a bit. He tracks the precise way he seems to flow from motion to motion, the graceful way his body twists and curves. He sees the way those muscles ripple with each movement and stance, and his heart races as he thinks about how elegant it all is.
And in the back of his mind, music seems to be writing itself, notes and instruments playing and working to find something that would match the halfling perfectly. ]
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When Orym begins moving, Dorian’s eyes widen a bit. He tracks the precise way he seems to flow from motion to motion, the graceful way his body twists and curves. He sees the way those muscles ripple with each movement and stance, and his heart races as he thinks about how elegant it all is.
And in the back of his mind, music seems to be writing itself, notes and instruments playing and working to find something that would match the halfling perfectly. ]