[Orym watches silently as Dorian kneels before him, at his eyelevel now. He can see the pain that lingers in those pretty blue eyes, and he'll do whatever he can to soothe it away. Unfortunately that whatever he can has turned into something of a frightening thing these days.]
Thank you.
[He means those words. The part of Orym that is still himself fully recognizes how easily that last bit could be lost. And he needs to hold onto it as long as he can.]
And I'll keep you safe too. No one will dare to hurt you again.
[One hand lifts to brush the back of his knuckles against Dorian's cheek, at the same time as a wash of magic joins it, bathing Dorian in calm and security, serenity, a promise that everything is good, that he is safe and loved so much, that everything will be fine, that he's exactly where he belongs.]
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Thank you.
[He means those words. The part of Orym that is still himself fully recognizes how easily that last bit could be lost. And he needs to hold onto it as long as he can.]
And I'll keep you safe too. No one will dare to hurt you again.
[One hand lifts to brush the back of his knuckles against Dorian's cheek, at the same time as a wash of magic joins it, bathing Dorian in calm and security, serenity, a promise that everything is good, that he is safe and loved so much, that everything will be fine, that he's exactly where he belongs.]
I love you, Dorian Storm.