formmusebox | for Dorian (makingmyway)

for Dorian (makingmyway)

(( continuation of this au ))

[It has been a hell of a night. This isn't exactly unusual, really. Orym realizes he's lucky enough to have a roof over his head given the debt that he owes, and if he doesn't work, that debt won't pay off itself. But he's still ready to call it a night and deal with the repercussions of that come tomorrow.

His last client had been... unkind. He has a reputation for being able to handle himself, despite his size, so it's not a surprise that he winds up with clients who have a taste for rough. And he can handle himself, but that doesn't mean he isn't sore and exhausted and worn down by it.

There's a large bruise in the shape of a hand at his throat, that he has tried to hide with a collar of ivy and flowers, bitemarks and other assorted bruises that are only mostly hidden by the scant clothing that he's currently wearing. He had to come out long enough to be on stage or he might have stayed in his room after the man left. But dancing is fine; he likes the dancing. He can fall into the music, into the feeling of letting his body move to the rhythm, let the rest of his thoughts fall away. It reminds him of combat in a way, and there's some familiarity in that.

But dancing done, he hops down from the stage and looks around, very ready to stealth off, when a flash of blue stops him in his tracks. Is that..? Did he actually come back?]

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[ He shivers, reaching up to feel the flowers that Orym left there. Then he smiles, a bittersweet expression as he catches Orym’s hand, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles.

Then, very reluctantly, he takes a step away from the bed, letting Orym’s hand fall away from his. Eventually he manages to make it to the door, and with one last look at Orym, he finally slips away.

And he has to lean against the wall by the door for a moment, taking a breath to calm himself. Gods, how is this so hard already? This is only their second meeting, is it going to get worse from here?

It’s certainly possible. But, as he finally heads down the hall to head for home, it’s more than a risk he’s willing to take.

Because Orym is certainly worth it. And if leaving is this difficult, then he knows that not seeing him would hurt even worse. ]

[Orym's heart skips several beats as those lips brush against his knuckles. There's the feeling of heat as a blush spreads across his cheeks. He watches as Dorian releases his hand, watches as the other man walks through his door and shuts it behind him, and oh. Oh he wants to follow, wants to call him back.

But he can't.

Instead he tips backwards, flopping back to his bed and staring at his reflection on the ceiling-mounted mirror, holding the hand that had been so sweetly hissed to his chest.]

Tonight.

[He's in so much trouble.]

[ He is in so much trouble.

It’s a frequent thought that passes through Dorian’s mind, as the day passes into the night, and he returns that evening as promised. As the night becomes day again, and another promise is made to return and see Orym again. As the visits become frequent, and he comes to see the halfling every night during the week his parents are away.

Every night for a week that he spends with Orym, and it’s honestly the best week of Dorian’s life.

And he knows - deep down, he knows that this is really just an illusion. That he still has to pay for Orym’s time. But it’s hard to care, once the door to his room closes and it’s just the two of them. It’s easy to pretend that he’s not visiting a brothel, and that they are just existing together.

Especially as they get to know each other during that one week. Some nights are like the first one earlier, when they just lie together and talk. Others are spent wrapped up in one another, and Orym teaches him how wonderful it can be to be so physically intimate. Every night is incredible, and no matter what they do Dorian is always looking forward to seeing him.

Which is why, the night before his parents are scheduled to return home, he feels a sense of dread hanging over him. He’s already warned Orym that after this, things will be unpredictable again, and he hates the thought that it could be a long while before he can see him again.

But all the more reason he has to see him tonight. Even if will hurt so much to leave after tonight, he wants to make the most of the time they have left.

It will have to be enough for them to last until he can come back again. ]

[Orym wants it to be more than it is, more than he knows it can be. He knows that whatever has freed up in Dorian's life enough that he could steal so much of his time, that it is quickly running out.

It will be hard to sleep without him. He wishes that it weren't business, that Dorian weren't spending his coin for his presence, that instead he was coming home to him. But that is fantasy and impossible wishes, and nothing else.

So he resigns himself to make the most of what time they have. And he's done a good job of that. Until tonight. Their last night for who knows how long.

The brothel's owner has rolled her eyes at him over it. Your handsome prince will get tired of this game soon, and you'll have to get back to actually working. So don't get lazy and entitled because you've got yourself a rich benefactor for a little while.

None of this stops Orym from lighting up the moment he catches sight of Dorian tonight. By now there's no coyness about it. He hops down from the stage even before the music has finished to run to him and more or less leap straight into his arms.]

Dorian!

[ Dorian has gotten better at dodging the other workers trying to call his attention, so he’s ready when he sees Orym heading for him.

With a bright smile, he opens his arms open to catch the halfling, holding him close as he spins a little with the momentum. ]

Orym! You were amazing up there!

[The halfling wraps his arms around him in turn with a bright laugh, holding tightly. He leans in to steal a kiss, brief but affectionate -- no disguising that any longer.]

I knew you were watching.

[Orym informs him, still holding to Dorian, very happy to remain in his arms.]

[ Dorian laughs a little himself, more than happy to return the kiss and keep the halfling in his arms. ]

I’m sure you’d be amazing even if I’m not here.

[ Though he can’t help feeling flattered that Orym would want to put on such a show for him.

With a small smile, he leans closer to speak in a hushed tone in Orym’s ear. ]

But we really need to do something about that music you dance to.

[Having Dorian's eyes on him is really all he wants. Anyone else watching in this place, he'd rather pretend them away when he's on stage, when he's lost himself in the dance. But Dorian, he likes knowing that he's watching.

He dissolves into a laugh at the whispered comment.]

Yeah, I really think you're right about that.

[ He chuckles softly, hitching Orym a little higher to make sure he has a secure hold on him before heading towards Orym’s room. After visiting every day for a week, he could find his way to that room with his eyes closed. ]

Well, hopefully you’ll like the surprise I have for you, then.

[This works for Orym. He is happy to be carried away from all of this, to his room where they can close the door and pretend there's nothin in the world but the two of them.]

I'm sure I'll love it. [He's confident about this, if it's Dorian.]

[ Finding Orym’s room is easy enough, and once he steps inside he closes and locks the door behind him. Then he heads over to the bed, settling down with Orym in his lap to keep from losing any kind of contact with him. ]

I wasn’t sure what kind of instruments the musicians have available here, besides the lute. [ Reaching into his pack, he pulls out what looks like sheet music. ] So this will would sound best on the lute.

[ As he retrieves the music though, what looks like a couple of stones tumble out of his pack as well and land softly on the bed. ]

[Dorian's lap is precisely where he'd hoped to end up, so there's a fairly smug little smile on his face as he settles. At least until Dorian starts speaking and Orym looks at him in curiosity that quickly turns into wonder at what Dorian has produced from his pack.]

You wrote me a song?

[The question is breathless. This may be the sweetest thing that anyone has done for him. He reaches for the papers to take them carefully in his fingers, though he pauses.]

You dropped something, I think. [He gestures to the stones.]

[ With a smile, he nods and holds out the sheet music to Orym. ]

I got the inspiration that day you showed me the Zeph'aeratam. And even though this is more suited for your routine on stage, I’m hoping the music captures the same feeling.

[ He’d done his best to write the music to compliment Orym’s graceful movements, a drifting melody to help with feeling that he’s floating.

When Orym mentions something else though, he glances to the side and finds the stones. Then he flushes a bit and scoops them up, and suddenly he seems unable to meet Orym’s eyes. ]

A-Ah…right. Thanks.

[Orym looks it over. His knowledge of music is rudimentary at best, but he's certain it will be beautiful. And more important than that, Dorian wrote it for him, was thinking of him even outside the walls of the brothel, and this is proof.

He looks from the sheet back to Dorian with a smile that looks almost awed.]

I can't wait to hear it... and to dance to it.

[But he also notices that flush and the way that Dorian is avoiding his gaze. Hmm. He sets the sheet music aside on the table, making sure it'll be safe there, before he scoots closer in Dorians lap and kisses at his cheek, nuzzling there.]

What've you got there, Dorian?

Well, maybe see if you like it first before deciding whether to dance to it or not.

[ He hesitates a moment, turning the two stones in his hand even as he leans into that nuzzle. He’d purchased the stones on a whim one day when he’d been attending to some business in town, but the part of him that always second-guesses himself wonders if it was a good idea to get them after all. Would it come off as clingy, or even obsessive?

Biting his lip, he then sighs and opens his hand to reveal the stones in his palm. Might as well let Orym decide for himself. ]

These are…Sending Stones.

You wrote it. I'll love it.

[That's just the way this goes. Orym has realized this much as true and has accepted it.

But he's distracted now by watching Dorian, that bite at his lip before he shows the stones in his hand. The halfling looks curious before the other man explains.]

I've never seen those in person before.

[His fingertips brush along one of the stones in Dorian's palm, making no move to take it because it can't possibly be--]

Are they for us?

[There's that hopeful note in his voice once more.]

I hope so.

[ Even with the one time Orym had heard him play his flute earlier this week, he hasn’t played any of his original songs. So he can only hope the halfling will like what he’s written for him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nods and takes one of the stones to hold out to Orym. ]

If…If you’d like it. I thought maybe, since my schedule will go back to being so unpredictable, we could use these to keep in touch. I can let you know when I’ll be able to come by. Or we can even just…talk…if you want…

[ His voice trails off as the blush returns, and he once again can’t meet Orym’s eyes, worried that it might seem a bit…possessive? Like it would seem as though he’s keeping tabs on Orym, and that it would come across as kind of creepy. ]

[Orym reaches and takes that stone that Dorian is holding out to him, fingers closing around it. If it were anyone else it might have seemed like some controlling gesture, but it's nothing like that with Dorian. The other man has always only ever wanted Orym to be himself. And oh Orym has fallen for him, and he knows it. And the idea of having this connection even when tonight ends, when Dorian goes back to his life and he won't know when he'll see him again? It eases some of the turmoil that has been roiling in him.]

I want.

[Orym assures him, holding the stone tightly even as he wraps his arms around him securely, molds himself up against Dorian.]

I'd like that, to talk to you, even when you aren't here. Might help with missing you.

[ He’s finally able to lift his gaze when Orym takes the stone, his heart jumping into his throat in hope that the other man would want to keep in touch. This past week has been more than Dorian could have ever dreamed of, and he knows that he’s fallen so hard for the halfling.

And thinking that Orym still might want to stay connected after all this sends a wave of affection rushing through him. ]

Y-Yeah…? O-Okay, yeah…! I’d…I’d really like to keep talking with you too.

[ Because he will absolutely be missing him until he has the chance to visit again. ]

[Moments like this are the most dangerous, he thinks, because he feels like he might be more than just a pleasant distraction for Dorian, that maybe the other man really does see him as something more than a whore.

It makes him want to wrap himself around Dorian, to beg him not to go, or to take Orym with him, away from this place. Dangerous ideas when his heart is already lost to Dorian. To distract himself from those thoughts, he leans in to kiss him.]

Good. Then we will. [And then another kiss before Orym goes and says something stupid.]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly at the kiss, and his arms wrap around Orym’s waist to hold him closer.

If he thought that he could, he would absolutely whisk Orym away from this life, take him someplace where he could be safe and loved as he deserves to be. But until he can figure out his own life, he wouldn’t be able to provide for Orym.

Not yet, at least. But maybe he could work up to that someday.

It’s a thought at least, but something to consider for later. Right now, the halfling in his arms is very distracting, as he tilts his head to seal their lips together for a deeper kiss. ]

[Distraction is exactly what Orym is going for right now, both Dorian and himself. If he's distracted by kissing him, by touching him, then he can't think about tomorrow coming, about this little fantasy they've been living coming to an end.

So he moans as the kiss deepens, fingers gripping at Dorian's clothes.]

Dorian...

[He breaks from his lips with a breathless moan of his name, a plea in and of itself, unspoken. Make love to me. But no, there are things he can't ask for, and he knows it.]

Fuck me, Dorian.

[He can ask for that though.]

Make me yours tonight.

[As if I'm not already.]

[ Dorian shivers, the sounds Orym makes and the feel of him sending heat rushing through his body. The soft plea in the other man’s voice shoots straight to his heart, and with a nod, he swallows the request with another kiss, guiding him down onto the bed.

Lying over him and caging him between his arms, he finally pulls back to look down at him, taking in the sight of this gentle man that captured his heart. ]

All right, Orym. I’ll make you mine.

[ For tonight, no matter how much he wants it to be for always. He can give Orym this at least, to last until his next visit.

Whenever that will be. ]

[Orym murmurs a low sound as he finds himself kissed and laid back against the bed. He's breathless as Dorian breaks the kiss, looking up at the other man with a smile, desire and affection tangled together in his expression.

Tonight is enough, he tells himself. Tonight will have to be enough.]

Yours...

[He agrees, a promise, a vow, truer than Dorian can know. He arches up against him, hands finding their way to start unfastening Dorian's clothes.]

[ He swallows thickly, the single word piercing his heart more than Orym might realize, more than he probably intended. If only it could be true.

Pushing the thoughts down, he kisses Orym again, deeper and hungrier than he’s let himself be during their time together before. But he wants to let Orym know how much he wants him, even if he can’t say it out loud.

As Orym starts to work open his clothes, Dorian’s lips trail down his jaw to his neck, kissing along the column of it. Then he nips softly, though a bit tentatively, as if silently seeking permission to do more. ]

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