As long as it must. And people have been suffering for the gods since the beginning of time. This is the first time there will be an end to it. But all change is hard.
[That may be an understatement really.
But those are the questions really. Since the moment this other entity made its home inside him Orym has struggled, has fought to keep some piece of himself, some control over this. He has tempered at least the most violent and destructive parts of what Predathos wanted with Exandria, and it is exhausting. The only thing that has kept what shreds of his sanity remain intact is the thought of his friends and keeping them safe.
He draws his sword suddenly, but there's nothing violent in the motion. Instead he flips it so that he's holding it by the blade, setting it down in Dorian's lap.]
You aren't a prisoner here, Dorian. Not really. You can leave whenever you like, on one condition. Kill me, and you're free. That's all. I won't raise a hand against you.
[He even slips off his shield and rests it leaning against the bed.]
Before you do, I want you to know that I love you. That I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time.
[There might be some part of Orym that hopes Dorian will do just that, that he'll end this now while he still has enough of himself left to still exist in the end.]
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Date: 2023-04-09 07:50 am (UTC)[That may be an understatement really.
But those are the questions really. Since the moment this other entity made its home inside him Orym has struggled, has fought to keep some piece of himself, some control over this. He has tempered at least the most violent and destructive parts of what Predathos wanted with Exandria, and it is exhausting. The only thing that has kept what shreds of his sanity remain intact is the thought of his friends and keeping them safe.
He draws his sword suddenly, but there's nothing violent in the motion. Instead he flips it so that he's holding it by the blade, setting it down in Dorian's lap.]
You aren't a prisoner here, Dorian. Not really. You can leave whenever you like, on one condition. Kill me, and you're free. That's all. I won't raise a hand against you.
[He even slips off his shield and rests it leaning against the bed.]
Before you do, I want you to know that I love you. That I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time.
[There might be some part of Orym that hopes Dorian will do just that, that he'll end this now while he still has enough of himself left to still exist in the end.]