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Dorian x Orym 💙💕 Critical Role fan-art

dorian still doesn't know that in orym's dying moments, the last thing he tried to do was grab the sending stone and reach out to him one last time

Usually, sunlight hits his face by now.

There are no windows here to determine what time it is, but his body is used to waking up early.

His eyes flutter open, greeted with a sight that makes his heart soar.

Orym lies curled into him. His eyes are closed, and he breathes evenly. Their fingers are still laced together, and he is glad to still his lungs, to prevent a lofty exhale from escaping him.

He could stare at this forever, he realizes.

They don't have forever though.

The dark thought is cast aside. He needs to be in the present. He can't be weighed down by anything. He's been walking on clouds ever since he fell asleep to the sound of Orym's breathing.

A small shuffle happens close by. He has to strain his ears to really hear what it is, but he surmises it may be Ashton sneaking back to their room.

Typically, he watches the sunrise. It’s something he’s always enjoyed. He doesn’t want to get up right now, if that means leaving the comfort of this embrace.

If Ashton’s sneaking off to his room, and the slow footfalls of others are anything to go by, he guesses that the Nein, or at least some of them are early risers. It’s likely he only has maybe an hour or so left with Orym. Before they must return to reality. A fuzzy future.

For now, time is more soupy. The next couple of seconds feel like minutes. Minutes feel like hours. He knows it's a silly thought, but he wants to live in this almost timeless moment forever.

And yet. All good things come to an end.

Orym moves a little, and Dorian vows to do his best to commit every movement to memory.

Slowly, Orym opens his eyes. He looks up at Dorian, his green eyes alluring. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Orym eyes sharpen, taking in their surroundings. He sits up. It’s too quick of an awakening for his liking. Like Orym has to be ready at all times. He immediately regrets feeling upset, because it is not really Orym’s fault he is predisposed to act that way.

He looks at Dorian. “I forget sometimes.. That you can do that.”

Confusion hits him, but then he remembers he isn't breathing. He uses that moment to exhale once again. “It can be helpful.”

“Yeah,” Orym says, a flush coming over his cheeks. Now, this is new. This is going to be their normal from now on, isn’t it? Learning about each other, being comfortable with each other, open about their attraction? Dorian delights at the prospect.

He believes he has an idea of what Orym may be thinking, due to the sudden flush, and the way Orym glances down.

Orym’s gaze comes back up to his chest, but he’s looking at something else. His eyes sparkle with amusement.

“What?” Dorian asks breezily.

“I can’t believe I thought you didn’t feel the same way I did.”

Oh. That’s where they’re going? Okay. Dorian tries to match Orym’s amusement, but he isn’t sure how this can be fun to him. It pains him to know Orym didn’t think he might feel the same way, how he probably agonized over that for months.

Then, Orym’s hand goes to the stone that’s on his necklace. He lifts it slightly, rubbing his fingers across the stone.

Dorian looks down at the stone, and finally a laugh bubbles out of him. A real one. “You know, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“It’s a great idea. Keep it close to your heart.”

continue on ao3

big heart, little heart

Rip to Dorian, you might be inexperienced but your boyfriend just got to 22 dex

How orym be up in that shit

The Morning After

Because I'm a little salty we didn't get a morning after scene with the boys. But that's why we fic. Enjoy!

Orym sleeps in. Granted, he’s still awake before anyone else, but he hears Fearne dismiss Ashton from her bed as he comes to consciousness. He huffs a laugh before burrowing deeper into his pillow. But the pillow is warm and firm.

And then he remembers.

I finally finished a piece for the first time in ages

Glad I did, very happy with it :D

Messy Dorym sketch that i swear I’ll actually finish

(If I don’t you have permission to bully me about it until I do)

I had to draw... the soft bois...

All it took was the end of the world.

robbie has been so fucking ready for dorian to knock on orym’s door,,, he put his fist on the table at 3:35:22,,, he tries to knock at 3:38:20,,, he starts tapping his knuckles against the table at 3:38:33,,, he finally knocks as soon as everyone else shuts up at 3:40:13,,, but until then, his fist is on the table the entire time,,, it stays there while he looks at liam, while he listens, while he drinks, while he laughs, while he scratches his side, while he watches the others,,, my guy the table isn’t going anywhere (affectionate beyond belief)

little spoon medium spoon

If they make it through this, if there is still some world to go back to . . . Imagining one day down the road, Orym extending the clouds of his tattoo across his chest in blue ink, perhaps ending in a wind-swept swirl around a blue rose on his shield-arm shoulder. Will his sword, Dorian his shield.

Campaign 3 Episode 108: Looming

+ Sam taking emotional damage