[Orym is still floating in a haze of bliss, lost in kissing Dorian, in everything about this man. His hand moves to rest against Dorian's cheek, fingers brushing along his cheekbone in absentminded affection.]
Mm... amazing.
[The halfling smiles up at him, leaning up to brush a kiss to his lips again.]
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Mm... amazing.
[The halfling smiles up at him, leaning up to brush a kiss to his lips again.]