[ He can’t stop himself from backing further up the bed as Orym approaches, even as confusion passes across his face. The words, the sound of his voice is exactly as Dorian remembers, and nothing like what he and the others had feared when they’d learned of Orym’s fate.
It has the small shred of hope that he’s held onto flaring again. Orym is in there, isn’t he? He has to be.
But he can’t…he knows he can’t lower his guard just yet. As much as he wants to, as much as he just wants to hold Orym in his arms, he can’t afford to give into those feelings now.
Because Orym is there…but so is something else.
So he steels himself as best he can, the edge in his voice dulled by a faint tremble as he speaks. ]
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Date: 2023-04-09 06:52 am (UTC)It has the small shred of hope that he’s held onto flaring again. Orym is in there, isn’t he? He has to be.
But he can’t…he knows he can’t lower his guard just yet. As much as he wants to, as much as he just wants to hold Orym in his arms, he can’t afford to give into those feelings now.
Because Orym is there…but so is something else.
So he steels himself as best he can, the edge in his voice dulled by a faint tremble as he speaks. ]
Your forces have been hunting us for a while.