Bramen shifted again, moving in between Dorian's legs and kneeling there. His hands came out to rest on the man's shoulders, rubbing them lightly before he leaned forward, kissing the mage softly, hushing him. Those hands of his moved from Dorian's shoulders and to his face, resting their foreheads together. He heard the passion in Dorian's voice, he felt it keenly. He himself wasn't a mage - but that didn't matter, did it? He could still understand his lover's plight. He still recognised Dorian's desire for change.

"The people I have loved the most have all been mages," he explained, voice soft, "You don't need to convince me of anything, Dorian." He stroked along the man's cheeks, fingers moving back into his hair. He looked his lover in the eye, keeping their faces close together as his fingers stroked the hair on the back of the man's head, breathing out slowly through his nose.

"No mage should be cast aside," The tips of their noses touched, Bramen turning his head to kiss Dorian softly once more, eyes closing now, "Especially not someone like you."