[There, that's better. Orym hates seeing Dorian in distress. And here it is again, the best of intentions twisted into something that Orym as he once was would never have been okay with.
Now though, now he only smiles as Dorian leans into his touch, his gaze softening as well.
There is a moment -- one brief flicker of something -- in his eyes, awareness or desperation or warning, who can say, when Dorian speaks those words back to him. But it's there and then gone and Orym steps closer to wind his arms around the other man.]
You don't know how happy those words make me.
[That much is true, has been true. And the words Orym offers next, maybe they're meant as some sort of proof that he's still who he was -- just changed, just improved.]
That day, just before the solstice, the last time we talked. I wanted to tell you so badly. But I didn't know if I'd live through what was coming, and I couldn't do that to you. So I thought I might never get the chance.
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Now though, now he only smiles as Dorian leans into his touch, his gaze softening as well.
There is a moment -- one brief flicker of something -- in his eyes, awareness or desperation or warning, who can say, when Dorian speaks those words back to him. But it's there and then gone and Orym steps closer to wind his arms around the other man.]
You don't know how happy those words make me.
[That much is true, has been true. And the words Orym offers next, maybe they're meant as some sort of proof that he's still who he was -- just changed, just improved.]
That day, just before the solstice, the last time we talked. I wanted to tell you so badly. But I didn't know if I'd live through what was coming, and I couldn't do that to you. So I thought I might never get the chance.