[Orym softens in his arms, like he's melting fully into Dorian, even more so at that gentle touch, the kiss that follows.]
This is actually real.
[Not some fever dream. Not some trick of this goddess's strange temple and cult. This is only them. He's certain of that now, and his heart is racing in the realization.]
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This is actually real.
[Not some fever dream. Not some trick of this goddess's strange temple and cult. This is only them. He's certain of that now, and his heart is racing in the realization.]