#i can never remember what side orym's tattoo is on

[luddlestons]

apparently when i need somebody to draw and don't care to look up reference pics, these two are my current go-to

still didn't prevent me from drawing orym's tattoo on the wrong shoulder at first, but that's a personal problem.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Idk if you’d be willing to take a partially Bell’s Hells prompt, but how about “Your tattoo suits you so well” for Orym and Keyleth? Grief counselor Kiki is very gorgeous to me

"I thought I'd find you here."

Orym nearly jumps out of his skin, hand landing on his weapon as he spins around and sees the Voice of the Tempest looking at him evenly. Immediately, he rushes to bow but she shakes her head, "There's no need for that."

She sits down on the bench in front of the great cherry blossom tree, Orym hesitantly sitting beside her. "When I first lost Vax I would sit here a lot, just be at peace with my thoughts and my grief."

"Yeah. I'm...I'm trying to feel at peace with it," Orym tells her. "But all I feel right now is just sadness and anger."

"I know." She turns to face him a bit. "Derrig told me that you haven't been sleeping and you've barely been eating. I've been wanting to talk to you since the memorial. I've been in your position and I...I understand better than most what you are going through right now."

"Can I be honest with you?" Orym asks softly, looking at his hands.

"Of course."

"My dad has been trying to get me to talk to you for days," Orym chuckles. "But I don't want to talk about my feelings."

"We don't have to, do you want to talk about him? I found that talking about the good memories I had with Vax helped me override the bad ones at the end."

Orym swallows thickly. "There's this one memory that I've been stuck on I guess. It was only a year or two ago and we were lying in bed and he...he told me that he could spend the rest of his life just like that, holding me and looking at the stars. And I can't reconcile with the fact that he's never going to hold me like that again."

Keyleth looks at him with sorrow. "I remember once he was talking to me about you and without meaning to referred to you as his little moon."

Orym blushes at his leader having heard the intimate nickname. But he lifts up his sleeve to show Keyleth his new tattoo, "Yeah, that was what we called each other. I got this so I wouldn't forget him, so I could remember him wherever I go."

"It suits you very well," she tells him with a smile, seeing many similarities to Derrig's tattoo. "But you won't forget him, no matter how long goes by."

Orym tugs his sleeve back down, "I hope you're right." Keyleth puts an arm around him gently and hugs him into her side. To Orym's surprise, the comfort doesn't feel awkward.

"You have a community here, Orym," Keyleth tells him quietly. "Lean on them, lean on us. That's what we do."

Orym nods, "Thank you. I...I'll try."

"That's all I ask." Keyleth rises slowly. "I'll give you some space, give my love to Nell and the girls."

"I will," Orym stands in respect before slowly sinking back down as she walks away. His eyes lift from his hands to the cherry blossom tree, thinking over what she said.