[Dorian saying things like that will be the death of them, but Orym still soaks up the words greedily, even if he tries to keep it from fanning the flames of that hope in him.]
Then what more could I ask for? My Dorian.
[Whoever Dorian may be when he's walking these halls in front of everyone else, Orym may not know. But he knows who he is like this, in the quiet, when it's only the two of them.
He smiles at the words returned and leans closer to press a kiss to Dorian's lips.]
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Then what more could I ask for? My Dorian.
[Whoever Dorian may be when he's walking these halls in front of everyone else, Orym may not know. But he knows who he is like this, in the quiet, when it's only the two of them.
He smiles at the words returned and leans closer to press a kiss to Dorian's lips.]