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samuraiko · 2 years

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Are you still doing those vignette requests? Would love to see you write about a conversation between fearne and orym after ep 34 (also do you think fearne lied about the coin flip or no? Pretty popular theory going around right now)

After the events of C3E33 and C3E34, I wasn't quite up to re-opening vignette requests, but... this is an idea I'd been somewhat pondering in my head already, so I'll answer this particular Ask.

Re: the theory... I genuinely don't know. I imagine it'll come out in the wash later, one way or another.

"Living With One's Choices"

It was late afternoon, or so Orym guessed as he sat cross-legged on the floor, Imogen curled up around Laudna's body to his left, Fearne curled up against him on his right. Even in her sleep, Fearne had one hand on his knee, her fingers loosely clutching his pants leg in her grip as though afraid he'd disappear.

Orym glanced over at Imogen, who was weeping softly in her sleep, and he gently tucked an errant lock of her hair back behind her ear, and Imogen subsided into silence once more. On Laudna's other side was Ashton, one hand resting on Laudna even in sleep. FCG was powered down nearby, and Chetney was in a small ball at Laudna's feet.

He felt a faint tugging at his pants leg, and Orym turned back to see Fearne's eyes were open and gazing up at him, shining with tears.

"You need to sleep," he whispered to her, but she shook her head.

"Not just yet. I... I'm sorry, Orym."

"For what?"

Fearne sniffled and let go of him just long enough to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand.

"I was... I was selfish. I brought you back, because I was scared and... I was lonely and I... I was so afraid for you."

Orym looked down at her in concern. "Why?"

"When I was... well, dead... before Letters brought me back, I was in this awful place. It was green and dark and really icky, and all these eyes... and well, it was a little bit exciting, but I really didn't want to stay there. And when I woke up... and Grass said you were dead, too... I was so afraid that you were in a place like that and I couldn't just leave you there."

Then she began to cry in earnest. "But now I've left Laudna there, and I feel terrible."

"Shhh, Fearnie, shhh." He stretched out next to her and hugged her, rubbing her shoulders in slow circles. "It wasn't like that for me. Not in the slightest bit. I think it's different for everyone. So don't you worry about Laudna. For all we know, she's with her mom and dad again. And she told me... she told me a while back how she'd had a lot of great things happen to her since... well, since she died. And she had a lot of love in her. I don't think she'd blame you at all."

"What do you think she'd say?"

"I think... she'd tell you to take care of Imogen. And be there for her."

"I was going to do that anyway. And, well, I did promise her that we'd find a way to bring her back."

"Then that's what we'll do. Together."

Fearne was quiet for a little bit, then very softly, Orym heard, "What... was it like? For you?"

Fresh pain tore through Orym's heart like a jagged blade, but he swallowed hard. "I was... in Zephrah. And it was just as beautiful as I remember it. And..." He tried valiantly, but still the tears fell. "Will... was there. My beautiful Will. Waiting for me."

Tears welled up in Fearne's eyes once more. "Oh, no... no no no and I stole you away from him-"

"Shhh." Orym hugged her even tighter and pressed his forehead against Fearne's. "No. Don't you dare think that. I chose to come back. And Will understands why. There's still so much to do. So much to set right. And you need me." He pulled away just long enough to kiss Fearne's forehead and then rested his against hers once more.

"It's okay... I promise." A flash of a sad smile crossed his face, and without thinking about it, he imitated Laudna's cultured tones. "'Focus your brain forward. It's not worth being sad about what can't be changed.' That's what she said. So that's what we'll do."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay. You're the smart one." Fearne hugged him closer. "I'm so glad you're my friend, Orym. Thank you for coming back to me." Then she closed her eyes, and Orym heard her whisper, "And thank you, Will, for understanding. About the whole stealing thing. It's borrowing, really."

Despite himself, Orym chuckled. "Now get some sleep. We've all had a really long day." He sat up once more and settled himself comfortably in a cross-legged position, only to feel Fearne once again reach out and take his hand in hers.

Before long, he heard her breathing become slow and steady, leaving Orym alone in the stillness with his thoughts, remembering the warmth of Will's embrace, and feeling the warmth of Fearne's hand in his.

#critical role #campaign 3 #bells hells #orym of the air ashari #fearne calloway #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers

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sociallyawkwardfoxwriter · 2 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series),Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm, Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield Characters: Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm, Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, Imogen Temult, Ashton Greymoore, Cyrus Wyvernwind, Piers Nivans, Laudna (Critical Role), Fearne Calloway Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Burns, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Orym's Dead Spouse (Critical Role), Sobbing, Human Experimentation, Stitches, drugged, Hospitals, Injury Recovery, Chronic Pain, Scars, Strangulation, Panic, Mind Control, Dissociation, Depression

Day One. Head Wound

The sickening crack of Orym's head striking the floor made his blood run cold in fear. The person that did it barely got the beginnings of a laugh out before Ashton clocked them over the head. A hush fell over the patrons of the bar as they all stared at the potential fight about to break out. Before Ashton or the other could make a move, Dorian rushed over to hurry Orym away from getting stepped on. Without looking over his shoulder, Dorian exited the bar knowing the others would be more than capable of taking care of whatever happened next.

Fresh air greeted them upon the door opening, blowing gently through them on a light breeze. After getting far enough away from the bar they wouldn't be easily seen by angry patrons storming out, he helped Orym sit down against the side of a building. His eyes struggled to focus on Dorian, obviously disoriented from the hit to his head. Not wanting to cause any pain, Dorian carefully prodded along the side of his head in search of a knot or open wound. A small patch of blood clinging to his hair brought a frown to his face as he internally cursed not having the energy to heal it.

Knowing FCG was just as tapped out, the search for something useful in his bag took longer than he liked. The entire time Orym watched him with his head slightly tilted to the side and eyes rapidly blinking. He went willingly when Dorian tipped his head forward to make applying the healing salve easier, then sat blessedly still the entire time it took Dorian to fumble through wrapping his head. When he finally finished, Orym didn't look any less dazed. If anything, he looked even more so with the bright white of the bandage.

“How does your head feel?”

“Feel fine. Super great.” A hint of a slur lacing the ends of his words strung them together to almost form one long word. “It's dark.”

“Yes, it is. Do you think you can stand?”

“Of course, I can. Stand a lot. Do lots of it.”

“That is true. How about I help you up, then we'll see where the others are?”

“Did we lose them? Should find them. Like them. Can't leave Fearne alone long. She steals things.”

“Up we get then.”

No argument came from Orym when he slipped two hands under his armpits to help get him on two feet. “Why is the world spinning?”

“Give it a moment.”

“You have... three heads. No, two heads. When did that happen?”

“Let's just wait here for a couple minutes. The others can wait.”

While he didn't expect it, waiting meant Orym leaning against his legs with his arms wrapped around his thigh. The press of his face against Dorian's hip sent a wave of worry through him that his patch up job hadn't been enough. There were times Orym got tactile, but he wasn't one to cling and force himself close.

Before he could check on Orym again, the now familiar sensation of Imogen on the edge of his mind took his attention. “Dorian, are you and Orym alright?”

“I've done what I can, but he's a little... concussed?”

“Oh, poor thing! He did hit his head mighty hard. Ashton dealt with the guy, but we thought it best to call it a night. Are you still around here somewhere?”

“Yes, we'll meet you outside the bar.”

“We'll be waiting.”

After a moment of indecision, he gave Orym a little tap on the shoulder that earned him a grunt in response. “The others are waiting for us.”

“World's still spinning.”

“I have an idea, but I need you to let me go for a second.”

When the seconds dragged on, he began to think Orym wouldn't do it without more coaxing, then the hold slowly loosened. He waited for Orym's arms to drop completely before lowering to a squat in front of him. Yet again, it took Orym a couple seconds to process what was happening. His normal grace eluded him as he scrambled onto Dorian's back, then went completely limp the instant Dorian secured his hands around his thighs to hold Orym in place.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” Once sinewy arms locked around his neck, Dorian slowly rose from the ground to avoid making Orym feel worse. “Can I walk?”

“Slow.”

“I will.”

Much slower than he normally would, Dorian stepped into the main street and headed back to the bar. Thankfully, the others took notice well before he arrived, so they met closer to the street they needed to get back to their lodgings. Worried looks locked onto the spot on his shoulder where Orym's head rested, but none spoke a word.

In fact, they remained unusually quiet on their winding way back to the inn. Those that spoke did so in low voices that Dorian could barely make out, not that he tried particularly hard to hear them. All his focus went to keeping his pace slow and listening for any sign of Orym expressing discomfort. It wasn't until Orym's breathing slowed that a sudden thought struck Dorian that nearly brought him to a stop.

“Orym, I need you to wake up. Orym?” Awkwardly craning his neck to check on him proved that his efforts did nothing to waken him. “Wake up, Orym. Eyes open. Now.”

“Why?”

“You hit your head. You can't sleep right now.”

“But I'm tired.”

“I know, but I can't keep an eye on you right now. Stay awake until we get to the inn, then I'll let you sleep."

“Talk to me?”

He desperately searched his mind for a topic that would sufficiently distract Orym from his body's craving for sleep. “I've been working on a new song. It's not much, but I like what I have so far.”

“Will you play it for me?”

“What? Right now?”

“Could you do that?”

“Uh, no. I need my lute and my hands."

“Will you play it to me when we get back?” Orym's arms tightened around his neck and his head tipped to bump against Dorian's cheek. “I love your music.”

“If that's what you want, then yes. I'll play for you when we get back.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

Lips pressed against his cheek in a fleeting kiss that lit his face on fire, which only grew when Imogen looked back with a knowing smile. “My hero.”

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