[ Dorian wonders if he’s seeing things, if he’s just imagining the softness in Orym’s expression. If he’s seeing what he wants to see, a reflection of his own feelings for the halfling.
He tries not to dwell on it as he returns the kiss while he can, lifting his head to gently bump into the nuzzle. ]
…yes, Orym…please.
[ He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. But he’s far too weak of a man to resist. ]
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He tries not to dwell on it as he returns the kiss while he can, lifting his head to gently bump into the nuzzle. ]
…yes, Orym…please.
[ He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. But he’s far too weak of a man to resist. ]