"...I'll just...crush him and not notice one day? He's so...little and I'm so...NOT..." Dorian's low rumble echoed softly in the warmth of the firelit room.
Half asleep, Orly purred, nuzzling against the solid shoulder that had propped him up a thousand times and would continue to do so forever more. Silly man. As if he wasn't entirely aware of the children's frail little bodies with every breath he took around them! His huge hands, capable of such utter brutality, becoming the gentlest of assistants to much, much smaller ones without a murmur of complaint, albeit when he was convinced no one was watching and really, Orly decided, lulled into dozing by the very thought of being near this vast giant of a man he had married, that was Dorian through and through. A soft hearted giant wrapped in a pleasingly solid shell of vicious psychopath.
Smiling as his lashes finally fluttered closed, Yves' fallen bunny slipper a tiny weight in his hand, Orly pressed a soft kiss to the relaxed muscle he leant against, his words the last action his mind deemed him capable of before sleep caught up with him once more, "No...because you h'are a good man."
Lost to his dreams, Orly missed the tiny quirk of lips in his companion, willingly allowing himself to be used as bedding to a small portion of his family and it was with a mere, rueful whisper that Dorian replied to nobody in particular, since none were left awake but him, "Christ I hope not...not entirely anyway..."
Yesss, I know, mindless sap, this is what I get for reading poetry before getting up! SO SUE ME!
Do I need to tell everyone who this is? Oh alright then, L-R: Orly - CP Lishe boy Dorian - DIM Robel/SDF hybrid Yves - LTF Pipi
Oh sap, I am so horribly addicted to it, and you write it so well. The darker shadows and monochrome lighting reflect the feel of the snippet you wrote. I very much love this. It's nice to see that hidden side of Dorian, I would never have guessed it existed.
Like they best family portrait!