#jesters monologues
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jesteraunt · 6 months ago
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do simon/brador have a ship name or can i just draw them maiming each other and people will understand
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yashley · 2 years ago
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favorite yasha/jester moments: C2E70
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habitual-creatures · 11 days ago
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Don't call me that. I don't care, just don't call me that.
I don't want to be here, I can't. I don't care to know, I don't care what happens. Just don't call me that.
(He's now holding his head in his hands)
-Mystery guest
(Yeah portraying how you handle severe stress through a character definitely is something. I tend to repeat phrases, clutch my head while shaking it, and just move frantically. So, that's what Jester is doing. Also the HABIT monologues are awesome)
DON'T CALL ME THAT... DON'T CALL ME THAT.
YOU GONNA BEG, RABBIT?
GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON NOT TO, JES...
DOES IT UPSET YOU? DOES IT REMIND YOU OF POOR LITTLE KEVIN?
DON'T WANT ANYONE ELSE USING HIS NAME FOR YOU, DO YA?
YOU'RE A FUCKING COWARD... JUST LIKE HE IS.
AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME STOP. YOU GOT THAT, JES?
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OH... BUT WOULD YOU RATHER I USE A DIFFERENT NAME?
I CAN THINK OF ANOTHER.
[ REGARDS, HABIT ]
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essektheylyss · 2 years ago
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Hello I would like to propose to you, as I love cooking/baking and hate doing the dishes. Together, we could be unstoppable.
[Jester Lavorre dramatic "pirate fiance" voice] Alas, my heart and my dishwashing hands already belong to another.
(My spouse much prefers doing the cooking haha, but he is away at the moment)
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shyshitter · 1 year ago
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Girl no one’s making fun of your supernatural blogging calm down
incorrect. i am always making fun of my supernatural blogging
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deva-arts · 1 year ago
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Look at how they massacred my boy 😭she looks so miserable lol, they even put fake lil wings on her
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bingobongobonko · 2 years ago
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millaneyy · 9 months ago
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@uwwullesss IF THERES A MOD FOR THIS WE NEED TO FIND IT
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draconicace · 5 months ago
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gently patting the shaking chihuahua in my head. you will not reveal your vulnerabilities on a public forum, nor will you kick any hornets' nests. be at peace lil doggy
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cupcaketrickster · 5 months ago
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in some ways upon first glance jester feels like she might know just who this man is and that thought was one that filled jester with dread. she’s seen so many people like him at the chateau dressed in fine clothes, bright wonderful colors, most of the time trying to hide something. certainly percy’s were far more clearly worn, weathered than other's she has seen ( though it certainly looked more real than certain lord's she's seen, which filled her with a certain joy ), but actually talking to him was beginning to prove her initial impression to be false, then he says something which completely shifts her perspective again.
@xbadnews says ‘ excuse me. I have to go make a scene. ’ and violet eyes go wide, the tiefling literally jumping once or twice in excitement.
" do you want help?!? can i help?! oh i have so many things i can do to help! what are you making a scene at?! " her eyes tear away from his for a second as she looks about, trying to figure out just where he was going and the commotion that certainly ( or at least she hoped ) would soon be at hand. " so i can like... make your voice louder or something. " oh so many tricks sit up her sleeve, oh so many possibilities, but what is not wavering is her want to try and assist.
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jesteraunt · 9 months ago
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birthday 👍
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sunnywalnut · 7 months ago
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Me to everyone else: you are loved. You are important. You are awesome. You are valid.
Me to myself: damn bitch you really got all that sad to yourself now don't you? Fuck off. What do you even NEED all that for??? There's a fuckin shortage out there you know!
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margueritedaisies · 7 months ago
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If ya throw money at him he'll do a synchronized jig. Now I wanna draw him in that Stanczyk pose. He pretty much male Pomni here
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the april Fool
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entitled-fangirl · 2 months ago
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Tradition.
Cregan Stark x Pregnant!reader
Summary: the reader and Cregan go to King's Landing to support her nephew, Luke's, Velaryon claim. She goes into early labor away from the North.
Warnings: Aegon is his own warning, body shaming, talks of brothels and stuff, labor, blood, death, fighting, all that stuff.
A/n: Based on an ask! I'll proofread later 😭
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Cregan held out his hand to help his very pregnant wife out of the carriage. 
He absolutely hated riding by carriage. It seemed pointless when you could ride a horse instead. But when summoned to King's Landing by King Viserys with his Targaryen wife to join the rest of her family, he had to guarantee her safety on the travel by any means necessary.
Alicent's face lit up at the sight of her daughter, practically running over Cregan to get to her. She embraced the pregnant woman tightly, "Oh, my love! How you've changed!" 
Y/n hugged her mother back just as firmly with a smile, "I've missed you, mother."
Alicent pulled away and admired her grown girl, "King's Landing is better with you here." Only then did Alicent notice Cregan, "Oh. Lord Stark."
Cregan bowed his head politely, "My queen."
"Cregan has been eager to see King's Landing again," Y/n chirped in, "He has only been a few times."
Alicent's brows lifted, "Really? I wouldn't have thought that."
He nodded, "I could've been patient enough to wait until after the birth, but alas, when the King calls, you answer."
Alicent gave a forced smile, "Right. Of course. The birth." She looked to her daughter, "How far along are you, my dear?"
"Nearing eight moons now," she said nervously with a hand on her swollen stomach.
Alicent didn't miss the equally nervous and protective look in Cregan's eyes.
Dinner that night was beyond tense. 
What was joy for Viserys was misery for everyone else.
Watching the king decay at the table and the rest of them squabble over trivial matters that seemed of great importance.
"A toast to the young princes and their betrothed."
Aegon leaned over to his nephew Jace, "Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman."
A glare was sent his way by Jace and Baela.
Y/n caught on and quickly looked to Aemond, who sipped his wine with no reaction.
"You do know how the act is done, I assume?" Aegon continued. "At least, in principle. Where to put your cock and all that?"
Jace's jaw clenched, "You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed."
"Aegon." Y/n hissed through her teeth across the table.
His head immediately snapped to his sister in annoyance, "What?"
"Let it alone."
He scoffed lightly, "What do you mean? I'm only asking." He gained a grin, "It's not like I have to ask Lord Stark that. Look at the state of you!" He gestured to her swollen belly.
Cregan's grip on his fork tightened, turning his knuckles white. 
She placed a hand over her stomach and grimaced, "At least I was able to find a husband that wanted me. Mother had to force you to marry the only girl around, and that was Helaena."
Aegon gave an incredible glare, one that his sibling shot back.
Aemond became amused.
"Let us not fight at the table," Alicent reprimanded lightly.
Y/n looked to Jace, who gave a small nod of gratitude.
Silence filled the room until the King's long monologue of the need for peace in the house. 
Rhaenyra and Alicent gave small and seemingly back-handed toasts but Y/n was too set on the continuous mischievous look in her brother's eye.
And she called it right when he stood and moved to whisper in Baela's ear.
It was clear that it was muttered with the intention of riling up Jace, which it did quite well.
He stood up in anger, slamming his fist on the table.
Cregan, who had remained entirely silent thus far, instinctually moved a hand across his wife as if shielding her and the child.
The tense toasts only got worse from there.
Luckily, the music seemed to drown out the intensity, as well as Jace's good gesture of faith in dancing with Helaena. 
Y/n leaned over to Aemond, "Brother."
His brow raised as his eye traveled to look at her.
"It has been… long since I've seen you. I see you've faired quite well."
He hummed lightly, "I see you've… managed."
She could feel Cregan's intense gaze from behind her, "Wh…what do you mean?"
Aemond smirked and leaned in to where only the two Starks could hear him, "Inpregnanted by a brute-"
Cregan's jaw clenched so hard he feared for his teeth. His voice was a hushed whisper, but still held furiously to it, "Watch your words."
Y/n held Cregan's shoulder, "Let us not do this here."
Aemond smirked with Cregan sighed and leaned back in his chair.
When Viserys was escorted from the room due to his pain, Y/n decided to leave as well, and Cregan behind her.
They claimed a pregnancy illness and Rhaenyra smirked, knowing she'd used the same card many times.
Cregan helped her into bed, "I don't understand their need to crawl under everyone's skin like beetles."
She sighed, "They've never known life outside of a castle, Cregan. They've never been told no, and they never will. It's best to let it go."
"They mock us both. My name has been through dirt, blood, and tears, and I do not care, but yours?" He scoffed, "I will not stand by the next time you are mocked."
"It is only for a little while longer," she rebutted.
"Know that I do this for you, and only you, my love."
She smiled, "That's all I ask."
"The north has done a number on you, really," Aegon said as he appeared at her side.
She tilted her head, "I don't know what you mean."
He shrugged, "You're…" he then gestured his arms widely. "I dunno… well indulged?"
She pushed down the tears that welled up in her eyes, "Why do you care?"
He scoffed and leaned in towards her, "You know how many friends of mine asked for whores that looked like you? Many."
"And?"
"And?" He asked mockingly. "And? Who wants to fuck a whore that looks like you now?"
Her jaw went slack for a moment, completely shocked by his words. 
Finally, with now watery eyes, she spoke. "You're the worst kind of man, Aegon."
"Oh? And what kind is that?"
A sudden punch came from nowhere, landing on Aegon's jaw and sending him to the ground. 
Cregan stood over the man's body, a predatory look in his eyes and a murderous tone in his voice, "One that can't defend his fucking words."
Y/n pulled Cregan back, "Stop!"
He wanted to fight against her, but he knew better. His shoulders rolled back and he stood tall. 
She cursed under her breath as she took in exactly what had unfolded, "They could have your head for this, Cregan."
"Only if your brother wishes to defend his words against me again," Cregan scoffs as he looks down at the man.
Aegon sits up and huffs, wiping his nose that begins to leak blood. "Northern brute-"
"-Aegon!" She reprimands. 
Cregan glared at Aegon for a while, then scoffed and walked off a few steps to calm himself.
Aegon stands on shaky legs as he glares at his sister, "I liked you better when you lacked a guard dog."
Cregan immediately turned back to the man with a look that said he was ready to murder him. As he stepped forward, Aegon stepped back as he began to regret his words.
"Take me to our chambers, Cregan," she lightly pleaded. 
The wolf of the north only stared for a while before nodding, "Lead the way."
She sighed as she gave a final look to her brother. "Clean yourself up. You look like shit."
Standing behind Rhaenyra, Y/n and Cregan whispered idly to Daemon when someone would comment something out of hand. 
Luke's legitimacy was coming into question, and though the Starks knew the truth, they would not dare pry the inheritance from the boy's hands. That was not their place. So next to Daemon they stood as petitions were made to and against him.
Daemon leaned in to speak to Y/n, "how far along did you say you were?"
"Eight moons now," she whispered back.
Daemon let out a surprised grunt. "You're to have the child here then? That seems unlike you."
"Uncle, my father insisted I come, and I have. Whether the child is born in the North or the South, it is a Targaryen and Stark all the same."
He smiled lightly, "I suppose you're right. If you wish for someone to accompany Lord Stark to the dragon pit to choose a proper egg for the child, only say the word."
Cregan, who had been listening quietly, now leaned in, "I am to choose an egg?"
"It is tradition," she explained. "It can be before, during, or after the birth, but the father chooses the egg. If… If you would wish to continue that tradition."
He grinned, "I'd be delighted to try."
When Vaemond Valaryon stepped up forward to speak his mind, the Starks quieted. 
He spoke in anger, trying to take Luke's right. 
Y/n looked past him to her mother and siblings. 
Aegon looked like he'd rather be doing anything else. He didn't care the outcome of this ordeal. Aemond watched intensely with his one eye, taking in every detail. And Helaena… sweet Helaena. 
She needed to visit her and the children soon.
"And her children are…" Vaemond paused.
The room stilled.
"Say it," Daemon whispered under his breath.
"Her children are BASTARDS!" He screamed.
Y/n jumped back in surprise as Cregan's steady hands caught her waist.
"And she. Is. a. Whore." Vaemond finished.
The air in the room stilled and became stuffy as the tension reached an all time high.
Viserys stood on unstable legs as he unsheathed his dagger, "I will have… your tongue for this."
A sudden slice moved through the air, and half of Vaemond's head was gone.
Blood splattered across the ones' nearest, meaning the Starks. Cregan let out an annoyed grunt.
"He can keep his tongue," Daemon said proudly as he lowered his sword.
Y/n rested a hand over her swollen stomach with a shaky hand, trying to ignore the blood that began to seep into her clothes. 
Cregan leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Are you alright?"
"I… I want to go," she shuddered back.
He nodded, looking around as the crowd began to whisper amongst themselves. He held a hand firmly against her back as she became to let out an uncomfortable whine.
"Cregan, please," she whispered.
"Alright. Alright, let's go, my love," he said as he tried to move her through the crowd.
But her legs faltered as she let out a pained noise.
He caught her in panic, "Are you in pain?"
"The babe…"
No longer caring for proper manners, Cregan stood tall and looked over the crowd. "MOVE!" He yelled out.
The people quieted and moved as Cregan helped his wife through the room and out of the doors.
Alicent only saw a brief glimpse of her daughter's silver hair go through the doors, and she was on edge. She ran through the crowd to follow behind them.
He held onto his wife's arm with one hand and held her waist with the other, trying to support her as they moved to their chambers.
Y/n let out a gasp, and her water broke.
Alicent caught up to them and grabbed her daughter's other arm. "It's alright. You're alright." She turned to a servant and ordered him to get the maester. 
Sweat began to break out of the poor woman's forehead as the weight of what is happening began to settle. 
Once on her bed, Cregan refused to move from her side, Alicent as well. Alicent rubbed soothingly across her daughter's forehead as Cregan paced at the foot of the bed.
The maester and midwives came quickly, immediately moving to the woman in labor.
"My lord, it is best if you remain outside," one of them said.
Cregan's brows furrowed in confusion. "Out… Outside?"
Alicent chipped in, "It is tradition. The husband waits outside of the doors."
He stared at Y/n in thought. Tradition. How that word weighed on them like boulders. 
"Alright."
He tried to ignore the sounds of her cries as he stood in the corridor. 
Nothing could ease his worries. 
In the North, it was not uncommon to be by their wife's side. 
This was unusual to him.
"My lord," a midwife questioned as she poked her head from the room.
His eyes widened, "Is she alright?"
"The child is… having trouble, my lord."
That was Cregan's greatest fear. The maester in Winterfell had spent endless hours with Cregan to determine a plan for if such a thing were to occur. Now he was without a plan entirely.
"Alright?" He finally breathed.
"What do you wish for us to do?"
"What options do I have?" He spoke barely above a whisper.
The midwife gave him an empathetic look. "We can cut the child out-"
"-No." He was quick with his answer, the very thought of taking a blade to her seeming the greatest sin he could commit.
"Um… it will be painful, but we can help her force the child out."
"Is that safe for her?"
The midwife shrugged lightly, "More than any other option I can give you."
He nodded.
She gave a weak smile and moved back into the room, but Cregan caught the door before it closed and forced his way in.
At the sight of his wife, he felt as if a blade went into his own stomach.
She was crying in pain, the midwives forcing her hips down as she tried to move away from the pain, as if that was possible.
At the sight of him, her entire face relaxed, "Cregan…"
He moved to her side, "I'm here. How can I help?"
Alicent glared slightly at him. 
"They won't… I can't…" Y/n whimpered out.
"They won't what?" He looked up to Alicent, "What are they doing?"
"She wishes to get up. We cannot have her standing," she explained.
Cregan was thrown off by that. "She cannot? W… Why ever not?" When in labor with him, Cregan's mother was said to have walked the length of Winterfell 3x over. 
"It hurts… please, Cregan…" 
He nodded as his expression hardened. "Let her stand."
The maester shook his head, "She is nearing the labor. She should not-"
"-She wishes to stand. She will stand."
Alicent spoke up. "Lord Stark-"
"-This is my wife and child. If she wishes to walk, then she will," he barked. 
A fire lit behind the queen's eyes. "She will not."
The midwives watched the tension grow.
Finally, Cregan calmly reached down and began to help his wife sit up.
Alicent cursed under her breath and grabbed Cregan's wrist in an effort to stop him.
Cregan's eyes slowly moved up to Alicent's face as anger began to overcome him. 
But she was first to speak. "You are no longer in the North. You abide by our traditions when you are here."
He'd heard enough of that word for a lifetime. 
His words came out sharper than he intended, but he cared little to soften them. "Your family is made of vipers and cutthroats. When I take my wife and child back to Winterfell, it will truly be a miracle if you ever see them again, for I will not let her sit and be neglected and tormented. I am a brute, but I am not without heart. Now, Let. Go."
Alicent reluctantly let go.
Cregan helped Y/n sit, and she immediately felt relief. "I want to walk," she panted.
He nodded, practically holding her up as she stood. "We will walk the corridor and return." His voice had no room for argument.
Once they paced the corridor a few times, she was returned to the bed, only to find that Alicent had left. Cregan only cared about it when he noticed the tinge of sadness that moved over his laboring wife.
But he was quick to fill the gap. As she moved back to the bed, Cregan sat behind her and held her against his chest, messaging anywhere that began to ache.
The labor came soon after that. Cregan held her close as she screamed in pain and gripped his wrists. She surely left bruises.
"The babe is crowning, princess," the midwife exclaimed. "Keep pushing."
The pain came in waves that made her see white. 
Cregan began to panic when the midwives gave one another a look. "What?"
"She is not pushing hard enough."
Y/n began to cry in frustration.
"She is pushing," Cregan sighed. "What else is there to do?"
One of them reached up and began to push on her stomach, prompting the princess to cry harder as the pain multiplied. 
"Allow me," Cregan shifted her in his hold and carefully placed his hands where the midwife had, slowly applying pressure to the same place.
As Y/n screamed and cried, Cregan placed assuring kisses against her neck and cheek and whispered calming words to her. "You're doing well."
If the pain had not been so bad, she may have blushed.
Cregan held the baby close to his chest as his wife slept.
"My lord," a servant finally entered and interrupted the silence. "The queen has requested to see the child."
An annoyed feeling washed over the man. Of course, she wished to. 
The servant took note of his changed demeanor, "I can take-"
"-No," he countered. "I will go myself. Should my wife awaken in my absence, give her anything she desires."
His heavy feet stormed from the room and he walked to the queen's chambers.
Alicent turned and shock overcame her. "Lord Stark. I did not expect you to-"
"-Neither did I."
The two stared at one another for a moment before Alicent's eyes wandered to the bundle in the large lord's arms. "Healthy?"
"The very picture."
She nodded, unsure of what to say next.
"A boy," Cregan stated.
"A boy?" Alicent whispered. Any thoughts of annoyance were past to her, and she walked to the lord and eagerly looked at the child.
The baby was indeed the picture of health. Bright purple eyes looked up at the two. Dark hair sat atop his head.
"He's quite northern," she stated.
"Indeed." Cregan was sure she meant it as an insult, but he could care less. The thought of such a gift as a northern boy filled him with pride. 
"Congratulations, Lord Stark."
He nodded. "Your daughter is fine as well."
Alicent moved away from Cregan and sat down. "That is a blessing. To all of us. She will be a perfect mother."
"Aye, she will."
The tension between the two was evident, but they wouldn't let it dull the excitement of the newest addition to the line.
"I should return to my wife."
"Please, do."
Cregan moved to the door.
"Lord Stark?" She asked.
"Yes?"
Alicent stared at him and then the babe. "Thank you. For caring for her. And now him. You are a better man than most."
Cregan sighed. It wasn't a compliment, but it was something. "Thank you, my queen. She will want for nothing until my dying breath."
"This is all I wished for her."
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ittybittyremy · 3 days ago
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Dorym confessed to each other a week after reuniting
Day 1
Dorian's face when Keyleth says that Orym is most likely safe. "I knew he would be"
Orym contacting Dorian and asking him to come to him. "Fuck I miss you"
Dorian's face when he hears Orym's message
Dorian, a bard, struggling with words and not knowing how to reply
"But the only thing that's in his heart's just three words: I'll be there." (boy we both know those were not the only three you were thinking of)
Orym jumping into Dorian's arms for a hug
Dorian holding Orym for a solid minute before looking deep into his eyes and setting him down
Orym's worried look when Dorian talks about revenge
Day 2
Dorian dreaming about holding Orym and is disappointed when he wakes up and sees it's Chetney (at least that’s how I interpreted it)
Orym knowing Dorian's sleeping quirks
Dorian's worrying when he hears Orym's message
Dorian knowing something is wrong because Orym never said where he was
Orym double checking that Dorian still wants to come with them
Orym's face when Dorian winks at him
Dorian noticing Orym's interest in the armour
Dorian using all his money to buy Orym the armour
Dorian saying that he likes to see Orym happy
Orym constantly looking at Dorian during the performance
Orym's heart eyes at silly drunk Dorian
Dorym's heart to heart, everything about it was beautiful
Orym's surprised face when Dorian offers his hand
Dorian taking Orym's side during Swordgate
Dorian specifically asking Orym if Laudna could be trusted
Day 3
Dorian thinking about Orym before he uses the gambler's blade
Dorian wanting to princess carry Orym
Orym comforting Dorian after the hallucination
Orym's face palming when Dorian knocks on the door (they're so married)
Orym's face when Imogen said that Dorian should've been there to do the porn
Dorian's face when Braius asked Orym if he's single
When seeing Orym go down, Dorian's first instinct is run to him and heal him (bonus: the loving slap on his cheek)
Orym using Dorian to stand
Dorian using dimension door to get a downed Orym out of the fight
Dorian's frustration when Orym says that Ashton was the one who saved him
Day 4
Dorian looking at Orym when Keyleth talks about the Moonweaver being the goddess of "hidden love" and "beauty in that regard"
Bonus: Will basically telling Orym that he is allowed love again
Dorian asking if Orym is alright after the Wildmother vision
Orym watching Dorian sleep, not knowing that Dorian was awake
Day 5
Orym privately and gently telling Dorian that he thinks his father is there
Orym bluescreening after Dorian does that beautiful monologue and summons an equine dragon (me too Orym)
Orym talking to Zeru about how he should be proud of Dorian (Orym needs all the in-laws to like him)
Day 6
Dorian smiling while watching Orym gracefully leap along a wall
The sad look on Orym's face during Dorian's monologue with the Archheart
Dorian and Orym teaming up to knock out the emissary
Orym's worried look when Dorian suggests splitting up
Orym leaning on Dorian
Dorian's smile when Orym leaned on him
Dorian putting his arm and cape around Orym while playing with his hair
Dorian continuing to play with Orym's hair while the party talks about what to do after the god talk
Day 7
The loving look they give each other after Orym talks about how great it is to live a lifetime
Orym and Dorian glancing at one another when Laudna proposes that they all funerals for each other to say what they need to say
Bonus: Leeta specifically greeting Dorian
Dorian praising Orym while talking to Braius
Dorian's jealousy showing when Braius talks about wanting to fuck Orym
Dorian wondering if romance is an adventuring thing (and him glancing at Orym while Yasha answers)
Dorian being jealous over Orym asking Beau about her workout routine
Dorian trying to show off his abs to Orym
Dorian being very curious about romance within an adventuring party
Caleb giving Orym a pep talk
Dorian overhearing to Jester's relationship advice to Ashton
Bonus: Robbie trying to initiate the confession scene for 5 minutes
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