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formmusebox2023-03-28 01:14 am
bigmoonlittlemoon) wrote in formmusebox2023-03-28 01:14 am
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?]
[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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[ His arms tighten around Orym, holding him close. ]
This isn’t goodbye…I promise.
[ And maybe he’s trying to convince himself as much as Orym, but he’s desperate for it to be true. ]
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[He will. He wants to keep this connection with him, some piece of it. It's that selfish little impulse in him to hold on.
His arms settle atop Dorian's one hand moving to lace their fingers together. It isn't goodbye. He nods, repeats that to himself. Dorian promises. He'll cling to that.]
Not goodbye.
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[ He takes in a soft breath as their fingers entwine together. Despite their positions, despite having just had sex moments before, somehow this seems even more intimate. What he wouldn’t give to just stop time even temporarily, to let this moment linger for a while longer.
But all he can do is tighten his hand with Orym’s. ]
We’ll see each other again.
[ He’ll make sure of it. ]