They take our memories when we go from here, but they'll come back. [They will. They have to. Faith's memories came back. Methos had the same happen to him. At least a dozen other LIERs on the network have said the same. Dorian's memories will come back and the man will know about their time together, the good and the bad, and understand how much better this place is than Earth is right now with Lucifer running around torturing his soulmate.
He chuckles when Dorian digs at him about the house. Yeah, he figured it would come out about like that. Dorian could always tell what was his work and what wasn't, and they have a way about their lives that works for them. If his soulmate can see it in their house? All the better for getting them back to where they want to be. Deserve to be.
Tugging the other man closer, he lets him say everything he needs to get out and then presses their foreheads together. He'd not forgotten how warm Dorian is, but to feel him again, completely and in reality, is a balm to a wound that's been open for far too long. A wound he never thought would close or heal for the rest of his life. He's still not sure it'll ever fully close while the city's got so many things it can do to them, but this? Being together and having a life together the way they'd planned? God, yes he wants it more than anything.
He brushes the lone tear from his boyfriend's face and smiles softly.] I've missed you too, Dorian. In ways I never thought possible and that poets could never describe. I love you so much, and when you were gone, it was as if my whole world crumbled. [As Dorian should well know from the voicemails, but it bears saying. Dorian needs to hear it from him the way Toby wanted it for so long while the man was gone.
His face softens as he tips the other man's chin up so he can press their lips together in a long, slow kiss. One that barely scratches the surface of all the longing and feelings he's been holding in for months. It's not enough, but it gives him enough peace of mind to say the words he needs to say now that this man has come back into his life.]
Marry me, [he whispers.] I've lost you too many times not to have this with you. Please, let's do this. [He slips away to get down on one knee in front of the other man, holding his hand in both of his.] Please, Dorian Christopher Gray, marry me.
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He chuckles when Dorian digs at him about the house. Yeah, he figured it would come out about like that. Dorian could always tell what was his work and what wasn't, and they have a way about their lives that works for them. If his soulmate can see it in their house? All the better for getting them back to where they want to be. Deserve to be.
Tugging the other man closer, he lets him say everything he needs to get out and then presses their foreheads together. He'd not forgotten how warm Dorian is, but to feel him again, completely and in reality, is a balm to a wound that's been open for far too long. A wound he never thought would close or heal for the rest of his life. He's still not sure it'll ever fully close while the city's got so many things it can do to them, but this? Being together and having a life together the way they'd planned? God, yes he wants it more than anything.
He brushes the lone tear from his boyfriend's face and smiles softly.] I've missed you too, Dorian. In ways I never thought possible and that poets could never describe. I love you so much, and when you were gone, it was as if my whole world crumbled. [As Dorian should well know from the voicemails, but it bears saying. Dorian needs to hear it from him the way Toby wanted it for so long while the man was gone.
His face softens as he tips the other man's chin up so he can press their lips together in a long, slow kiss. One that barely scratches the surface of all the longing and feelings he's been holding in for months. It's not enough, but it gives him enough peace of mind to say the words he needs to say now that this man has come back into his life.]
Marry me, [he whispers.] I've lost you too many times not to have this with you. Please, let's do this. [He slips away to get down on one knee in front of the other man, holding his hand in both of his.] Please, Dorian Christopher Gray, marry me.