#DORYM TRUTHER

[middimidoris]

Bells Hells - Episode 93 - Dorian

[gobliiine]

Robbie saying “Dorian got some romance vibes from the table” but refusing to elaborate

and Liam’s silence after “tell us one thing about your character that no one knows”

live in the same part of my brain rent free

[ruidus-born-chetney]

thinking about how orym links his loved ones to the sky and dorian is sky blue

[mara-phelion]

i love so many new people getting into dorym now that robbie's back because now everyone gets to see The Dynamic that everyone who's been a truther has been going insane for

from tension and mistrust brought by the circlet ("sounds like a threat, orym" / "that's what it was")

to dorian asking orym if he can join him in his journey at the end of exu ("you're the best with maps" / "i won't turn down the company") until orym giving dorian platinum pieces, and when asked what it was for, he responds "for the company"

from incessant arguing over where to go to or what to do to following each other to the ends of the earth, maybe not always physically but always in heart, no debts between them

orym seeing dorian in the natural blues of the world, spending so much time processing his loss, ending up with the conclusion that he misses dorian and how he thinks sometimes that it's a betrayal of the self

how despite everything they've gone through, orym can't help but look at dorian like how a spouse looks at a spouse, like how he used to look at will all those years ago, how even with the guilt and the voices of doubt, he loves dorian

and dorian, the second son of a royal family, aching to be free from anyone's shadow, always willing to follow orym because he knows they've built themselves to walk side by side, loves him too

and that is dorym; loving each other despite the promises they've made to themselves of independence, not because they're bound to be broken, but because being with the other makes them realize that reliance isn't weakness

but it is love, and that's okay

[septembermonologues]

AIMEE DORYM TRUTHER CONFIRMED

[alliekitaguchi]

not to be a dorym truther on main but orym just said "i miss dorian and sometimes i think that's okay, and sometimes i think it's not."

why would he think it's not okay to miss dorian? i'm sure orym has missed his friends before... UNLESS he think it's not okay to miss dorian because it's a betrayal to will, his dead husband. because he is IN LOVE WITH DORIAN.

robbie daymond you come back to this table and give orym a kiss right the fuck now or so help me god--

[karhun-kallo]

bell’s hells sketches because i am trying to catch up after my crit role slump from the past couple years. i’ve been a dorym truther since DAY ONE of exandria unlimited. not to brag.

[longlivedelusion]

hiiii I really love your ashrym fic 🥺 they're so perfectly written that it like actually hurtssss. I was wondering if you'd been open to maybe writing a dorym fic? not sure if you do that pairing but id love like an angsty fic turned comforting at the end? just cause with all the new stuff that's gone on, and how dorians not really opening up as much as he used to with orym (and now braius!)

so yeah like whatever you want with that, just want someone to write my sweet bois cause i miss them 😭

Thank you so much!! 🥹 My friend, I am a Dorym truther. I love Ashrym, don't get me wrong, but I was more Ashrym early campaign. Now, especially having watched EXU, I get it. I get it. (Will always love me a little Ashrym tho)

I love this request though! Happy to oblige ~ It's just a quick little something, but hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

SPOILERS AHEAD UNTIL LIKE EP 101 OF CAMPAIGN 3 <3 you've been warned.

The Distance Between Us (Dorian x Orym)

Angsty, hurt/comfort vibes. Nice ending.

Warnings: mention of grief, death, insecurities. Spoilers up until cr3 ep 101

Orym nearly crash landed into a tree, the force of the sudden teleportation spell from Essek causing the Hells to shoot across this new space. He grunted, slowly pushing himself up as his fists sunk into snow below him.

The air around them was cold, colder than it had been in Aeor where they were moments before. He felt the soreness in this muscles as he pushed himself up, a reminder of the battles they'd just had. A Greater Demon, Ludinus, the fall of Aeor… gods. And a new apparent member of their group, as a 6-foot minotaur now stood and shook off the snow like it was nothing. Orym stood, turning to see his friends all paired off already, trying to figure out where they were, what the hell just happened.

After quickly assessing the area and seeing no dangers, he looked to Fearne. He watched as she blinked her eyes up at the Teven, Champion of Hells, held out his hand for her. Unsure of his presence but also clearly enjoying his attentions, she grabbed his hand and stood up, wiping the snow off her dress.

Ashton was not too far off, their eyes darting between the two while they huffed up. Crossing their arms, they sizing up the new members. Essek looked exhausted, and slightly overwhelmed by the new information. Imogen was right beside him as Laudna creeped behind. Unsure.

And then Braius. With Dorian.

He watched as the minotaur reached down to help the air genasi up, with such a force that their chests collided on impact. There were awkward laughs, some flirtatious eyes and a large hand still settled on the lower back to steady Dorian. Fingers teetering on the edge of chiffon.

Hands that easily fit, bodies that easily fit. A better fit, perhaps for Dorian.

He shook his head, trying to let go of the insecurities. They barely knew each other and truthfully it didn't matter. It'd never work out anyways.

Orym's body grew colder than before, the chills settling into his very bones. But he knew the temperature hadn't changed.

He made his way to the group, aiming for Fearne as he sidled up beside her with his arms crossed. One thing at a time.

“So… what the hell is this contract?”

After a series of arguments and discussions about the fact that Fearne was now contracted to the Lord of the Hells, and that we also had another follower of said Lord of Hells now in our midst. That the weight of everything we'd just seen shedding new light on the gods changed things. We eventually settled on the fact that this would need to be discussed further with the Tempest, with everyone else.

So they now all settled around the Essek's magical hut, each separated to process everything. Too much had happened and too much had been seen.

Orym’s own body was worn, not just from the physicality of what had just happened, but the emotional toll it had taken on him and his friends. He could see the guilt lined on Chetney’s face, the heaviness of his shoulders bearing down at whatever he had seen in his vision. A lot of the group had been shown things that played on their insecurity, according to Teven, but none of them took it as hard as Chetney seemed to. Or Dorian.

He looked to his old friend, the deep creases in his brow a new sight. At least, as of late. He was curled over his knees, sat on the ground. Alone. Deep in thought.

Before it would have been easy to go up to him, talk him through whatever he was going through. Hell, Dorian might've come to him even first. But this was before Dorian left. Before he came back and looked like a shell of who he was, empty smiles and hollow eyes that became the new normal. He hadn't relied on Orym since his return, not really. Not truly opening up, despite their attempts to talk and reconnect. It felt awkward and strange and Orym didn’t know what to do.

He could leave him be, let him work out his things. Or, he could push his own insecurity aside and…

“Hey.”

Dorian’s eyes looked up at the soft sound, sending him a tired, tense smile. “Hey.”

“Mind if I sit?” Orym gestured to the space beside him.

Dorian nodded, his arms reaching up as he stretched his back and legs out. “Of course.”

Orym sat down, far enough away but still close enough so that they could talk without being overheard by the group. He looked up, Dorian's tired features looming over. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Dorian said, his voice taking on an air of innocence.

“Whatever. What happened in there, before, anything.”

Dorian just gave off a charming smile, not even making eye contact as his hand quickly grasped Orym’s shoulder and dropping back into his lap. “It’s nothing important really, don’t worry about me. How about you, you ok?”

Orym sighed. “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m ok Orym. Really.” He kept the charming smile, but noticed Dorian's hands tighten and flex.

Orym made a point to look at his hands. “Yeah?”

Dorian's hands quickly moved up and behind his head, trying to play it off. “Yeah, absolutely. Thanks for checking in though.”

The two sat in silence for a time, small whispers and wind the only sounds filling the space. Orym’s mind drifted, filling with memories of the past of his time with Fearne and Dorian. Curled together on their travels, the ease of which they told each other things, looking out for each other. Then everything happened with Opal, and the gods, and his brother… It made the distance between them seem like an ocean. He didn’t know how to bridge the gap, had struggled to since he'd returned. If he was the one meant to even anymore. No matter how much he wanted to be.

“I know it’s been… a lot. There’s so much going on and we’ve barely had a chance to breathe. I know I’m the one who asked you to come here, and this is my fault that you got caught in this but... I wanna be there for you Dorian. I wanna help you if I can. Please, let me help you.” Orym’s voice came out breathy, desperate. Similar to the voice he had the last time he sent a message on the sending stone.

Dorian spinned to face him, his face now open in shock. "Orym, no, I-" He sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “I don’t know how I feel. Angry? Confused? Helpless?" He paused, words caught in his throat. "They had a chance to destroy them, to end the war, to leave and they-“

The halfling reached over, a comforting hand tentatively touching his knee. Dorian’s shoulders began to shake as he leaned his head forward further to cover his face. Orym's grip tightened as he listened.

“It’s the god’s faults. They did this. They had a chance to leave, to stop their siblings, but they just stayed. And now because of that Opal is controlled by the Spider Queen, Fy’ra probably too, and Cyrus- Cyrus is dead. He’s dead. Because of them.”

Orym didn’t know what to say. He knew grief, the earth shattering loss, knew his own confusion with the gods, but... He also knew how he had been helped by some of them as well. He couldn’t condemn them all for their mistakes, for the good they've done. And would Ludinus still have done and been who he was had there not been gods?

“This is all really confusing. It’s a lot.” Orym said, voice more resolute. “I don’t know what the right answer is after all of this, since it’s something that’s not so black and white. At least, I think. No matter how much as we want it to be. But we will figure it out Dorian, we’ll find a way to make this right. Or as right as we can.”

He looked up to Orym then, his eyes slightly bloodshot from tears but fierce. He could see the hint of anger, devastation, uncertainty. Stains marking down his skin, carrying down his neck. Orym wanted to reach out, so badly to wipe away his pain.

“I don’t know what’s right anymore.” Dorian said, his voice raspy yet the lull was still music to his ears. To hear him speak at all, to hear him be open with him again.

Orym reached up then, insecurities be damned as he wiped away his friend’s tears making the genasi stiffened slightly. “We’ll figure it out.”

Just as Orym was about to pull his hand away he felt a large blue hand encompass his own. Dorian’s eyes met his and he felt his body both warm and freeze in place at that moment. He watched those harsh blue eyes now soften, as Dorian whispered out. “I’ve missed you Orym, truly.”

Orym’s heart was beating so fast, a steady drum against his chest as he swallowed his nerves down. He couldn’t find the words in that moment. All he felt was Dorian’s hand curl around his own. He felt as it was pulled away and down to the ground beside them. Dorian's fingers slowly unfurling before Orym held them back, keeping him in place.

It felt like a dance, seeing who would let go first.

The Halfling struggled a moment, his voice getting caught in his throat as he gazed upon this man. This man he...

“I’m glad you’re here. So glad." Orym choked out. "Even if this all goes to shit, I’m just- I’ve missed you too. So much.”

[stormbros]

Finally almost current with crit role after having stopped at episode 70... Was no one gonna tell me? They massacred my baby boy and I am devastated and will never recover. This blog is now a memorial.

But as a dorym and "Dorian will return to bells hells truther" I am ELATED

[acebabecd]

I'm a Dorym truther and all, but it's so funny how Orym pulls Ashton aside for a private conversation where he says "I care about you" twice and asks to be held so he can kiss their forehead and Ashrym fans are like, "We humbly thank you for these crumbs." Meanwhile Dorym fans hear "I miss Dorian" and we're immediately like, "LOVE IS REAL"

[oddthesungod]

aabria being a dorym truther, SO TRUE QUEEN SO TRUE

[towards-toramunda]

(I’m gonna be so honest I rewatched the beginning of the campaign like a month or two ago and thought “oh maybe this time I’ll get Dorym!” bc thats happened before where I don’t *get* a ship until a second watch and I just… don’t see it? Like Maybe A Little? But not enough to believe Orym is waiting to reunite and confess deep feelings for him. It’s been a sec in game and while I absolutely believe Orym and the rest of the hells miss Dorian I just don’t see anything deeper than at most a small crush on a friend, if that (and lets be real it seemed most of the hells had a small crush on Dorian). Again I’m so sorry I wanted to see it! I wanted to get it! But I’m more interested in the story the fan art and head cannons are telling than what I actually saw on my screen.)

(Also I’m a Doriax truther so… take this with a grain of salt)

(I’m not tagging this cause I don’t want the girlies angry at me)

[candelasobscura]

so @quiddie are you a dorym truther as well? this is a vital question

[idiot-txt]

HI OMG i saw your tags about the end of exu prime and being a doriax truther and i am also a doriax truther and I FEEL YOUR PAIN. I see the chemistry between dorym but....DORIAAAAAXXXXX. forever crying at "back to back"....... but then dorian goes with orym..... 🥲

i suppose dorym probably has more content because theres more canon of them around eachother in c3 but i havent started on it and i wont for a while soooo DORIAX ALL THE WAAAAY

back to back will forever be branded into my brain too so

[mara-phelion]

as orym's eyes caught sight of the blade and comprehended its impact, his first instinct was not to dodge or run or yell

it was to reach for the sending stone that connects him to dorian, hoping that this time he'll get to say good bye before losing someone he loves again

[fauncalloway]

The reason Robbie didn’t say who his crush was is because it’s actually 2 crushes: Orym and Fearne. Anyway, here’s how the EXU Trio Polycule can still win-