[Orym's expression melts as he sees that blush, at the warmth of Dorian's hand settling over his own. There it is exactly, the things he had seen in Dorian ever since that first night, and every time they had met thereafter. Again and again.]
I could tell, right away. You sort of shine with it.
[He stills as his hand is lifted, as those lips kiss there once more. It's his turn to blush, vividly, breath catching.]
Don't... [A soft, breathy tone in his voice, hardly a complaint so much as a yearning for it to actually be something true.] You'll get my hopes up.
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Date: 2023-05-25 05:29 am (UTC)I could tell, right away. You sort of shine with it.
[He stills as his hand is lifted, as those lips kiss there once more. It's his turn to blush, vividly, breath catching.]
Don't... [A soft, breathy tone in his voice, hardly a complaint so much as a yearning for it to actually be something true.] You'll get my hopes up.