[IN the deepest part of Orym that is still ORym, there's a stab of guilt that tears through him at that. Trust him. And here he is, his magic fogging through Dorian's mind to brush aside his fears and misgivings, to soothe aside that fear that has been allowed to grow.
But he can't live with Dorian looking at him in fear. He can't. He won't.
Another kiss, sweet and soft, and his hands drop to start easing Dorian out of what remains of his clothing after those outer layers had been shed before the unconscious bard had been tucked into bed.]
Good. I trust you too, Dorian. That's why I need you by my side.
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Date: 2023-04-15 05:40 am (UTC)But he can't live with Dorian looking at him in fear. He can't. He won't.
Another kiss, sweet and soft, and his hands drop to start easing Dorian out of what remains of his clothing after those outer layers had been shed before the unconscious bard had been tucked into bed.]
Good. I trust you too, Dorian. That's why I need you by my side.