[ Gingerly, he hugs the jar to his chest, scrubbing his hand over his face. He honestly wishes the act could remove the images from his mind, but the brief moment he has his eyes closed only allows flashes of scenes from the dreams enter his mind. Already he can feel the blush on his face.
His hand drops, and there is indeed a gold hue coloring his cheeks. His eyes are trained on his feet, a little too embarrassed to look Ori in the eye.
When he speaks, he's practically whispering. ]
...I keep dreaming of him. Every time I lay my head down to rest, I see his face. Sometimes we have a life together on Tyria, sometimes we are together here in Songerein, and sometimes we are...
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[ Gingerly, he hugs the jar to his chest, scrubbing his hand over his face. He honestly wishes the act could remove the images from his mind, but the brief moment he has his eyes closed only allows flashes of scenes from the dreams enter his mind. Already he can feel the blush on his face.
His hand drops, and there is indeed a gold hue coloring his cheeks. His eyes are trained on his feet, a little too embarrassed to look Ori in the eye.
When he speaks, he's practically whispering. ]
...I keep dreaming of him. Every time I lay my head down to rest, I see his face. Sometimes we have a life together on Tyria, sometimes we are together here in Songerein, and sometimes we are...
[ His eyes dart to the side.
He swallows. ]
...amidst the throes of passion.