@opal-punk asked for ...a Orym starter!
"Dorian? Take a walk with me?" Orym asked, once they were settling in, after Aeor. Back safe in Zephrah. Alma had hugged Orym tight when he return and burst into tears seeing Dorian, hugging him with an extra squeeze. Something Orym knew his mother did when she was extra worried. Cyrus's body had been returned to Zephrah. Orym knew he couldn't expect Dorian to stick around for much longer.
As much as he wanted him to stay...
Orym held Dorian's hand, bringing him along towards a winding path, where the blossom of flowers and trees grew more vibrant with each bloom they passed until they came to the memorial plateaus, the graveyard. There were bridges and stepping stones, each memorial connected to the next. A reminder that they were all connected, in some way. There were empty spaces still and Orym knew it was far too presumptuous to think that Dorian would want to lay Cyrus to rest here. But he wanted to do something, for Dorian.
"I know your parents will want to... I mean, I don't know how your people deal with death. But if you would want something here for him. A stone, a tree, anything... I'm sure Derrig and Will wouldn't mind the company. It's helpful, I think, having a place to come talk to people who have left us."
Stacked stone marked the graves of his husband and the man who Orym thought of as his own father. Will's sword stuck into the ground, Derrig's chestplate fastened to the stones. Six years of weathering, six years of Orym and their family coming to visit and polish the relics and leave flowers. He had failed to bring Faerne and Dorian with him before, failed to visit himself when they had stayed here before setting off for Orym's mission. Before meeting the rest of the Bell's Hells.
