[Orym barely notices that he's being moved until his legs come to rest against the altar. He does notice the hand at his cheek though, turning into it with a soft, contented sigh. His arms wind around Dorian in turn, burrowing into that embrace.]
I want that too. Wherever you are... mm. That's home now.
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Date: 2023-08-28 04:29 am (UTC)I want that too. Wherever you are... mm. That's home now.
[And it has been so long since he had a home.]