[He lets his chin be tilted, eyes fluttering shut in that brief, gentle kiss. Orym can feel the pressure of tears threatening in his eyes, a soft ache at the realization that Dorian has really seen him all this time, not just the front he's always put up.
The god-eater hates this development, seething quietly for the moment.]
You never did. I was stronger for having you with me. [Someonw that he could trust and rely on, who he could be himself around, in those few moments where they had moments where they could be playful, silly.]
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The god-eater hates this development, seething quietly for the moment.]
You never did. I was stronger for having you with me. [Someonw that he could trust and rely on, who he could be himself around, in those few moments where they had moments where they could be playful, silly.]
I'm still stronger with you near.