[It's been a few months since the blissful week that Dorian was able to spend so much time with him, and Orym isn't at all surprised that his feelings for the Air Genasi haven't faded at all. If anything, he's found himself falling deeper and deeper for Dorian, through late night chats via the sending stones, through the visits that the other has been able to make, even if they are nowhere near as frequent as Orym would wish. It's still enough to provide a bright spot in his life.
His boss likes to remind him that he can't simply wait for his prince to come. He may have had a honeymoon week, but she assures him that the handsome blue nobleman will tire of him eventually, that he had better not forget the debt he owes. She makes certain that the halfling remembers his place in all this, and it chips away at some of that impossible hope that keeps trying to take root in Orym. But it's a stubborn hope that won't be so easily uprooted.
He's finishing on stage one night when he's summoned to the madame's office. Everything that happens after that is a blur. He's informed that his debt has been purchased, that he'll now be in the service of this new benefactor, and he'll be leaving immediately. He starts to protest that he can't just leave, but it's made clear that it is non-negotiable. He's not even allowed to go to his room, assured that his things will be packed at sent along. Orym tries not to panic. His sword and shield are there, of course. But also the sending stone. How will he contact Dorian and tell him what's happened? How will he tell him that he'll never see him again?
That thought settles like a lead weight in him, and it's a very subdued, quiet halfling that is bustled out of the brothel to wherever his new destination will be. He's welcomed by servants who seem kind enough, though with a certain brusque efficiency. He's bathed and dressed in fine clothes, far nicer than he's ever worn, in the regalia colors of this strange and beautiful floating city that he's been taken to. And then he's left to wait in a bedroom that is larger and brighter than where he's lived for the last few years, soft linens drape over a large bed, a pair of glass doors that open to a balcony currently bathed in the soft gold light of the late afternoon sun.
He's told to wait, and so he waits. And he tries not to think about Dorian, but it's impossible.
Meanwhile, the mastermind behind this whole series of events is strolling the halls of the Wyvernwind home looking so intensely pleased with himself. Cyrus, after not too much detective work, has figured out why his little brother seems so distracted and wistful lately. He's been pining and in love and after following him stealthily (somehow) on one outing, he's realized that Brontë's gone and fallen for the pretty halfling he met at the brothel.
And that's something Cyrus can do something about! Right? So he does. He purchases Orym's debt, so that Orym can come away from that place. That way Brontë doesn't have to miss him! This is fool proof, clearly. It's a love story, right? It must be. He watched the way Orym lit up when he saw Brontë arrive the time that he followed him, saw the way they both looked at each other. It's so obvious. Even he's seen it.
Cyrus knocks on his brother's door, and when he answers, insists on dragging him off to see a surprise that he has for him.]
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Date: 2023-05-16 04:45 am (UTC)His boss likes to remind him that he can't simply wait for his prince to come. He may have had a honeymoon week, but she assures him that the handsome blue nobleman will tire of him eventually, that he had better not forget the debt he owes. She makes certain that the halfling remembers his place in all this, and it chips away at some of that impossible hope that keeps trying to take root in Orym. But it's a stubborn hope that won't be so easily uprooted.
He's finishing on stage one night when he's summoned to the madame's office. Everything that happens after that is a blur. He's informed that his debt has been purchased, that he'll now be in the service of this new benefactor, and he'll be leaving immediately. He starts to protest that he can't just leave, but it's made clear that it is non-negotiable. He's not even allowed to go to his room, assured that his things will be packed at sent along. Orym tries not to panic. His sword and shield are there, of course. But also the sending stone. How will he contact Dorian and tell him what's happened? How will he tell him that he'll never see him again?
That thought settles like a lead weight in him, and it's a very subdued, quiet halfling that is bustled out of the brothel to wherever his new destination will be. He's welcomed by servants who seem kind enough, though with a certain brusque efficiency. He's bathed and dressed in fine clothes, far nicer than he's ever worn, in the regalia colors of this strange and beautiful floating city that he's been taken to. And then he's left to wait in a bedroom that is larger and brighter than where he's lived for the last few years, soft linens drape over a large bed, a pair of glass doors that open to a balcony currently bathed in the soft gold light of the late afternoon sun.
He's told to wait, and so he waits. And he tries not to think about Dorian, but it's impossible.
Meanwhile, the mastermind behind this whole series of events is strolling the halls of the Wyvernwind home looking so intensely pleased with himself. Cyrus, after not too much detective work, has figured out why his little brother seems so distracted and wistful lately. He's been pining and in love and after following him stealthily (somehow) on one outing, he's realized that Brontë's gone and fallen for the pretty halfling he met at the brothel.
And that's something Cyrus can do something about! Right? So he does. He purchases Orym's debt, so that Orym can come away from that place. That way Brontë doesn't have to miss him! This is fool proof, clearly. It's a love story, right? It must be. He watched the way Orym lit up when he saw Brontë arrive the time that he followed him, saw the way they both looked at each other. It's so obvious. Even he's seen it.
Cyrus knocks on his brother's door, and when he answers, insists on dragging him off to see a surprise that he has for him.]
It's in here. Go ahead, go inside.