[ Dorian doesn't recognize the magic clouding his mind, because trusting Orym, being with Orym just feels so natural. He leans into the kiss, hungry for the feeling and taste of the halfling that he's thought about for so long. He shivers a little as those hands gently start to tug his clothing off, and he does what he can to help remove them as best as he can while still kneeling on the floor in front of Orym. ]
I'm here, Orym. As long as you have me.
[ Even if he isn't aware of how dangerous a promise like that can be. ]
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I'm here, Orym. As long as you have me.
[ Even if he isn't aware of how dangerous a promise like that can be. ]