In the Stars

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Orion ( closed )

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amiliafray:

Amilia stepped a bit back as the guy sprinted towards her . She looked at him a bit shocked as he pulled his shirt over his head . Again she was about step back as he beginn to talk . His words were kind of a surprise for her . She thoght he was a hunter .’‘ Aren’t you a hunter ? ‘‘ She asks with her soft voice at the stranger . First she doesn’t realize that he offerde her his shirt ‘‘ I..I don’t know , I think I’m ok ‘‘ Amilia doesn’t really know if this was more a question or a statement . ‘‘ Ähm ..I ‘‘ she thinks about the fact that he could kill her if he knows that she was a mermaid . She need to go the most secure way , which means that she was a mermaid would be a secret for now .She laughs lightly , for the first time as she came out of her shock-resistant . ‘‘ yeah , probably I don’t know why I even did it ‘’ She lied with a soft smile at the guy , still a bit of fear in her green eyes . A moment later she knew his name , Orion I think I heard it before the mermaid thought and slowly took the shirt that he offerded her again ‘‘ Thank you Orion ‘‘ Amilia said slowly pulling the shirt over her head . The shirt was big enough that it goes to her thighs and covers everything that should be coverd  . She pulled her red hair out of the shirt and looked at him ‘‘ Really thank you ‘‘ She said again and looked at him ‘‘ But aren’t you going to freeze now ? ‘‘ It was kind of embarrising that the guy saw her naked . She looked in his eyes , breathing still a bit heavy . She doesn’t reallize that she was looking at him like that .

The female paid mind to the meticulous details that Orion held within his poise. She knew what he was and he didn’t need further explaining to ensure she had caught on. “Yes, I am.” The male’s words rung with a chime that exuded confidence in his skill and mastery. There was simply no reason not to take her kind obviousness into account. He cautiously wanted to boast about his accomplishments as a hunter. 

Zeus was the sole reason he was allowed back into the flesh that surrounded him and permitted him to go back to what he longed for. “I was once the greatest hunter.” Bragging was not something he wanted her to see from him, but there was no use in hiding his skill.

Orion felt dejected as she turned away the offering he’d set forth. It was fair to say she didn’t want anything to do with it, but perhaps he had incentive to continue offering it to her anyway. It didn’t take long for her to receive that he was a safe bet, thus allowing her to feel content with him near. Orion couldn’t blame her for emitting nervousness, they had only just introduced themselves. “The pleasure is all mine, miss.” His words were soft, scaling across the horizon of melancholy. Furthermore, he wished dearly to do more for her.

Stories from before bled into his thoughts as he was questioned about the outside temperatures. “It won’t bother me, a good hunter is not fazed by the bitterness of the air.” Nothing bothered him by the way she spoke or exchanged gazes with almost childlike innocence. Orion could only simply admire the way she appeared with his shirt dropping past her knees. “Let me build you a fire and get you warm. Perhaps you’d like something to eat as well?”

Originally posted by beautifullydamaged88

[illuminated-twilight]

Bliss

[rowan-of-the-severland-wolves]

“What, you can’t tell where south is?” Rowan asked.

Rowan took her hand away and stuck it in her pocket while this new guy picked berries off a nearby vine. Orion, he said his name was. Oh–RYE-Un. The name wasn’t one she would hear among her own people, but she figured it wouldn’t stand out much among the Lost Ones. They had all sorts of weird names.

“And yeah, it’s directly south,” Rowan said. “It’s by this huge tree that towers over everything. Either climb up one of these trees or go up a hill or something and you’ll see it.”

Rowan began to stroll around, anxious to get some hunting done. She wasn’t one to enjoy eating Damien’s food. The only people that ate it were those that couldn’t fend for themselves. The competent Lost Ones got food of their own, and unlike Damien, they didn’t catch it to wield power over people. Those were the Lost Ones she had respect for.

Hopefully this cheery boy could get his own food too.

“I just hope you don’t end up with the shittiest tent in the camp,” Rowan said. “Those Lost Ones like to fight over shit. That’s why I don’t stick around them much. Now, if you excuse me, I’m gonna go hunting.”

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Pink scuttled across his cheeks when the initial question was brought forth. Orion tried to look to the side in hopes that she wouldn’t probe with something so condescending. He didn’t care much for being looked down upon, especially when he was used to people looking up to him. Literally.

“Yes,--“ he stumbled over appropriate words, “I know exactly where south is, but perhaps it’s just slightly south east or south west, and I fear I won’t be able to find it as easily without a bit of assistance--,” his voice trailed off because he thought she was hardly there to listen to him ramble on about nonsense.

“What about the bad tents in the camp? Is there something or someone I should avoid?” The main focus should not have been her vile language, but he couldn’t help himself but get hung up on it. Orion was certainly coming off as some newbie at this rate. She was going to catch on sooner or later and he would have to explain his dense nature, unfortunately. Before an answer came about, he heard her speak the one word he held higher than anything possible:

Hunting

The male stumbled up behind her, his awkward stance just as badly as before. “What is there to hunt out here?” Orion inquired, his eyes fancying her bow and choice of arrows. “Do you have anything for resistance? I’d like to fashion my own bow, but I need to find an elm tree. Perhaps you can help me out. I’m very skilled in the art of hunting. We could go out together. Split up the trade after we’ve made a few killings?”

[amiliafray-blog]

Orion ( closed )

Amilia looks at the land infront of her . She could do it ? She could try to go on the land and getting a pair of feet . But what if she never get them back ? This witch told her it could be dangerous . Slowly she swimms in the direction .When she was near enough she rest her arms on  a stone ‘‘ I think I should do it ‘‘ Amilia looks at her tail before she trys to get herself out of the water . A sharp pain runs through her body and as she opend her eyes again .She had no tail anymoe . A bit shocked she looked at her new  feet . She trys to stand up , but breaks down again . A hand grapped her ankle out of the water and Amilia screamed ‘‘ I warned you ‘‘ A deep voice said . The mermaid start to kick and get herself free from the grip . She crawl backwards away from the water ‘‘ g-go away ‘‘ She hissed and saw that the black shadow disappears in the water >> Run ! It will come after you << the voices in her head scream . She nod quickly and trys to stand up . Her knees were shaking . Amilia slowly starts walking away . Her heart beating faster than ever in her whole live .

Her skin was damaged and full of scratches and bruises . Her hair was a mess  . I can never go back she though and taking small steps over the leafs on the ground . It’s wating there . She made a mistake , being on the island for the first time , alone ! Wasn’t a good idea I’m like my mom she said and look at her shaking hands . She never felt so helpless before . normaly she was self confident and brave , but this time it was horrble for her . She looked shocked up as a arrow was pointing at her and a man with black hair and brown eyes was maybe three meters away from her . Her green eyes was widen in shook ‘‘ Please don’t shoot ‘‘ She said , she doesn’t realized she was naked , because she doesn’t pay much attention on it . which makes sense why her body was ice cold right now .  She forgot  learn how to add cloth in the change and that is what she got as a pay back now . She stepps back .

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Orion was grazing rocks against each other to sharpen a stone arrowhead. He should’ve been sitting when attempting something so tedious, but there was nowhere comfortable enough to relax, so he managed to readjust while standing making it suitable enough to work for what he needed. Ideally, he just needed a few meals for the time being from his arrows. After he got his strength back he would be able to keep up with needed weapons and continue to improve his own. Unfortunately, Orion still didn’t have a bow, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to fashion something eventually. He simply needed to be pointed in the general direction for the right materials. Sharpening the piece was something he found infuriating. It seldom went the way he wanted it to. 

A soft breeze came off of the water, and he paid little mind to everything surrounding him. Though always alert by nature, he had enough instinct to know whether or not he should feel threatened.

It was as if she came out of the air, but before his light eyes, a girl appeared. He dropped the arrowhead on the sand, his jaw going lax with confusion and awe. Where had she come from and who had rid her of her garments? Orion’s amber eyes touched the girl’s shocked face with grace. He wasn’t going to let her freeze to death, she needed some source of warmth, and she was clearly uniformed that swimming naked was a poor idea.

Carelessly Orion sprinted toward her, his shirt lifted quickly from off of his torso. The male handed it to her, not wanting to cross any bounds with the girl, it was simply in response to aid her. 

“I would never,” were the first words that slipped out of his mouth, though he regretted it almost instantly. “Are you OK? Who told you bathing in the water at a time like this was a good idea?” The temperature was low enough, even the most sheltered of islanders would know it wouldn’t be wise. “You may call me Orion, there’s no need to fear me,” he shook his hand lightly, once again offering the shirt to her. 

[illuminated-twilight]

Bliss

[rowan-of-the-severland-wolves]

“I don’t know.” Rowan cocking her head to the side as she examined the guy. “You just seem… soft. A little too happy-go-lucky to be a Lost One. Most of them tend to be pretty moody and grumpy.”

His speech patterns seemed to be what some of the Lost Ones would refer to as “refined.” She had gotten to listen to the Lost Ones talk quite a bit, and little by little, she was learning to tell apart accents and dialects. Some of the Mainlanders spoke with a drawl, some spoke fast, some spat out their words, and some made their words soft. Certain dialects, as Rowan was figuring out, were more respected than others.

This guy seemed to be speaking a “respected” dialect. Not that anything about it warranted any respect from Rowan.

“The camp is in the Neverwoods,” Rowan said. “South of here. Does that help things?”

The guy lost a bit of his confused softness, but he didn’t turn hard. He simply appeared more composed. Somehow, Rowan could already tell what type of guy he was going to be: polite, cheery, and oblivious.

“I’m Rowan,” she said, staring at his hand. For some reason, all of the Lost Ones were fond of shaking the hands of strangers. It was something she told herself she would have to get used to. Still, she didn’t plan on interacting with unfamiliar Mainlanders much.

This guy seemed a little enthusiastic about the gesture. She took his hand to humor him. “What’s your name, and what are you doing all the way out here?”

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This must be a terrible place to be, thought Orion. Rowan had continued on to convince him that everyone else that he was supposed to be was miserable. He couldn’t imagine life like that, and living out each day traumatized by being in a beautiful place like this. At least they didn’t have to live in the stars and freeze to death day in and day out. They certainly needed to weigh out the pros and cons of their current lives. 

The camp is in the Neverwoods.

How could he possibly know where that was located? This entire place was the woods! Forestry couldn’t be told apart one tree from the previous once he was already lost. Though he had no problem getting lost. Each covering looked like the next, and even climbing to the very top of the overgrowth didn’t always work out or benefit. Hunting was on his mind, especially after eyeing the girl’s artillery. Orion was skilled enough to determine south, but would that even help him? He didn’t know if this location was underground, in the trees, who to watch for, if it was guarded by a monsoon of rugrats... The questions fleeing through his mind could not be caught fast enough, he almost became dizzy by all of them.

The girl’s name stuck him as odd, but he was one to talk, all things considered. Orion wasn’t exactly anything such of a mainstream name. What did Rowan even mean? He suspected someone might have the answer if he prodded enough and ran into others. However, he wanted to stay on the good side of her, she appeared to have a pizzazz in her personality that he didn’t know what to do with. “Rowan, what a strange title,” he pondered aloud, “Is it directly south? Would it be a bother to lead me back?” 

Eventually Orion felt the fireworks of another person once again. The way her fingers wrapped around the base of his hand allowed his pupils to dilate. For a blip of time he considered whether or not he should say his name. If Artemis was around here, what would he do if she had found out about his whereabouts? Furthermore, what if Apollo did? Disregarding those thoughts, Orion shook professionally, taking his hand away after a moment to walk to a nearby vine and began to pick ripened berries from it. He wasn’t much of a nature lover, but he did know his way around the forest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m called Orion, if you so choose to as well.”

[illuminated-twilight]

:D: Rowan

Roscoe: Rowan is a cutie! I love her from my head to my toes. She and Rylo need to meet because I think I would actually quite enjoy a forbidden friendship between the two of them, especially when they each swear consistently. The actress for her face is gorgeous. I assumed I should add that in there because I do have a secret crush on her. She proves that ladies can do everything and anything. She stands up for what’s right in her eyes and gets exactly what she wants. 

Orion: That girl needs a massive bar of glycerin soap in her mouth. I admire her craftsmanship, but her words are dirtier than my hands after a good hunt. 

It’s been fixed, my wife.

[crawlingoutoftartarus]

THIS IS HOW APOLLO SEES ORION       ( © to gabby’s typo lol)

@ap-o-ll-o

@illuminated-twilight

he was definitely crying because of guilt. 

[ap-o-ll-o]

nico,

you smartass.

[illuminated-twilight]

At least I can make you cry. 😂

[lordrylo]

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[crawlingoutoftartarus]

THIS IS HOW APOLLO SEES ORION       ( © to gabby’s typo lol)

@ap-o-ll-o

@illuminated-twilight

he was definitely crying because of guilt. 

Send me a :D: and a character name; I will say one thing I like about them (ooc), and one thing my muse dislikes about them (ic)

[illuminated-twilight]

Bliss

[rowan-of-the-severland-wolves]

The guy who bumped into her was now staring at her arrows. After spending some time with the Lost Ones, she was used to people giving her weird looks for her weapons. Many of them didn’t have any of their own, aside from Damien and some other girl who possessed her own bow-and-arrow set. Rowan guessed that this guy had nothing on him.

You’re a hunter.

“No shit,” Rowan said.

The guy continued to apologize. Apparently, he hadn’t been able to smell air in a long time. The guy must have been so used to breathing whatever the fuck he had been breathing before that normal air got him dancing around like he was high on pixie dust. 

I haven’t been living underground though.

“Where the fuck you’ve been living, then? The sky?”

Rowan shook her head with a half-smile. The guy seemed pretty confused about everything, but at least he wasn’t a total dick. His demeanor led her to think that he was completely new to the island. However, he insinuated that he had been to the Lost Ones’ camp before. Whatever his reason for being away from it, she couldn’t blame him. He seemed too soft and kind to stick around the aggressive Mainlander teens.

“You sure you wanna go back?” Rowan asked. “You seem like too much of a softy to wanna stick around there long.”

Rowan put her axe in her weapon belt and held out her bow with both hands. “I got this made special,” she said. “You’re not gonna find shit like this at the Lost Ones’ camp. I mean, some of them have daggers, and one girl’s got a bow and arrow set, but not like this.”

Now Rowan was sure that this guy was completely new to the island. Most of the Lost Ones could easily tell from her appearance and garments that she wasn’t from what they call the Mainland. Damien, their leader, had easily recognized her as someone from the tribe. Rowan wondered whether or not she should tell this guy about her origins. 

She figured she would tell him if he asked. If he ever made it to the Lost Ones camp, he would surely hear about the native girl who had been enslaved by Pan. He would learn about the island soon enough, and with that, his gentleness and joy would surely disappear.

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Again with the unflattering language! She had a tongue on her like a snake, and he didn’t care much for the snarky remarks. The girl needed her mouth washed out with crystals to cut her gums. Or at least to take some sort of trial to test her whits, which he was hoping would be the end-all be-all of her poisoned tongue. Who died and made her Zeus? She didn’t have power over everything. Unless of course he’d ran into Gaea in the flesh. There was no way. Gaea likely didn’t know enough about hunting as is.

The sky?

Orion tensed up internally, but he knew externally he needed to show little to no emotion so she wouldn’t question who he was. Zeus didn’t want that kind of information disclosed, he could guess, and it would only lead to him getting sent back to where he came from if he were to start spewing around the caliber of the hunter that he was. Orion could be a celebrity! No, that wouldn’t be quite right. Perhaps this girl wouldn’t even know who he was if he were to say his name outright. 

That kind of lingo wasn’t something he was terribly familiar with. In the past, maybe Artemis had said something along the same lines, but he couldn’t determine the whereabouts of when those sort of words were used around him. At least her foul language was beginning to dissipate. “What makes me a softy?” The inquiry would keep him from sounding like a total idiot, but it would also give him insight on how she saw him, given their first encounter. “I should know the way back to my home,” he played along, “as I said, I think it slipped my mind. I really would like to know the way back at least, if it wouldn’t be a hassle.”

Stepping around to gain his composure and breathe in the soft air that the trees lifted through the forest, he kept his eyes on her, not leading them astray for one moment. “I didn’t catch your name, did I?” His effeminate hand reached toward her, outstretched and welcoming. To feel the touch of another being again for the second time in one day was exhilarating. It had been years since he’d been given the chance. Orion’s hazel eyes watched her mannerisms, his mind linking back to her comment about the bows. Perhaps he could strew together something moderately as impressive as hers and they would go hunting together. However, he didn’t want to suggest anything that intimate this quickly, they had hardly just met.

[lhzthepoet]

I’ll tell you what it was like to love him.  It was like you were in the presence of a story, Where he is legends waiting to be written, crushing stardust beneath his feet.  Where he is more scars than man, hands trembling. Where he thinks that if a hero lives long enough, they become monsters too.  He is not a God.  He is not supposed to live forever.  And yet,  His name echoes in the dark.  His name is remembered You see,  History will remember him, even if he doesn’t want it too.  And the story will go,  There was a boy who could move the stars,  And played war like a game.  Where he is meant to die a hero.  But you, You will remember the boy with magic lodged in his eyes,  Who could challenge the sun with the brilliance of his smile, And spoke to you in his silence.  You will remember the boy who dipped his hands too deep in blood,  Who fell into darkness and made Death a friend.  Who is losing more than he won. And you’ll wish history would forget him,  So he could be just a man.

instead of the hero the world made him to be // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

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Bliss

[rowan-of-the-severland-wolves]

Rowan had little desire to interact with any of the Lost Ones. Not Damien, not Hump-Free, not that freaky bitch with the green eyes, not anyone. She had no idea how they managed to get along so poorly, without establishment of any sort of rules whatsoever. The only authorities there seemed to be Damien and a few Lost Ones whom she heard were allied to Pan. None of them deserved Rowan’s respect.

She had stayed away from the camp for quite some time, and yet she had still managed to run into some Lost Ones. It was like they all had some desire to make sure she never got any peace. There was nothing more she wanted than to get her soul back and reunite with her people, but she knew that could never happen. The most she could get was a trip in the hunting grounds just beyond the tribe’s lands.

But even that, she couldn’t get to herself.

Rowan was about to lean against a tree when she felt someone bump into her. The fuck? 

“Watch where you’re going!” Rowan blurted.

She stumbled for a moment before she regained balance. Then, while adjusting the strap attached to her quiver of arrows, she took a look at the guy. His pale skin and the way he sounded when he uttered his apology marked him as a Lost One.

“Let me guess. You’re either a Mainlander who’s looking for the Lost Ones’ camp, or you’re another fuck who decided they needed a break from it.”

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Artemis wasn’t particularly one for manners, so it wasn’t like Orion hadn’t been treated with a bit of spice prior to the current day, but he wasn’t used to it coming from other girls, especially ones that didn’t know him. The brunette female wasn’t too happy about his response to smacking into her, but she didn’t know where his sense of excitement had come from either.

While both of them recovered, his eyes trained instructively on her quiver, quickly widening with a near envy to have a weapon once again. He longed to go back to his initial hobby.

How Orion missed hunting quite terribly.

“You’re a hunter--,” he interjected, his eyes still wide with a want to go back to the ways of the forest. He would be able to fashion a bow if even given a few hours to string one together, but arrows were a different story. They would take a lengthy amount of time to pull a decent set, though he was trained well enough to create some sort of a defense in about a week’s time.

The girl’s language was diabolical. He hadn’t heard someone curse like that in a long time. Come to think of it, he hadn’t heard anyone swear in years, considering his location of living for the last few decades. He couldn’t quite remember how long it’d been exactly. What Orion did remember was how much he’d fought to gain Zeus’ attention to gain enough respect to be let back on the inhabited planet. The male’s hazel eyes scanned her while she spoke so vehemently towards him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he repeated, his head shaking with utmost apologetic decency. “I really didn’t intend to storm into you. It’s just been so long since I’ve been able to smell the fresh, sweet air. I haven’t been living underground though.”

Why he had assumed she would think something like that wasn’t clear to him, but he didn’t take back the words he had retorted to her. “I’m a--,” Orion didn’t know what she was talking about or why he had been sent here, exactly, but he figured going along with it would keep her from questioning too much of who he was. “Ah, yes. The Lost Ones camp. For some reason the location has slipped my mind. If you would be so kind, might you lead me back to it?”

Curiosity still struck his nerves as he eyed her arrows, “Where did you get your bow? It’s skillfully made,” Orion stared at her entirely bewildered by her talent. 

[illuminated-twilight]

Bliss

Pads of his fingers felt realistic flesh beneath them once again. He’d been exonerated from the stars. at last there was reason to be here! Those same phalanges brushed against the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a solid abdomen. “Yes!” Orion declared exuberance, jumping into the air with his fist held high. He had been granted a convoluted wish that was once presented to Zeus. The God must’ve cared enough about him to allow him life on solid ground once again. Being in the stars made him feel as if he was spreading himself fairly thin. 

Artemis had consumed his mind for some time now. Whether that be because he’d fallen in love with her millennials ago, or because of her feisty personality he could not seem to be around her enough for his liking. Though it’d been years, he had every desire to seek her out. 

The particular location he’d been sent to didn’t give him any inkling that she might be around. It was a beautiful area of mortal ground, but it didn’t touch him as much as the sky did. In a way he longed to remain in the stars if only she would come with him. If he were able to convince her to tag along, it may change his outlook on being stuck up there. They could hunt among the galaxies for centuries, uninterrupted by her hellion of a brother. Then perhaps Zeus wouldn’t see no issue with Orion being around his daughter. 

The dark haired male turned around abruptly in mid prance from the happiness that detonated from his human body, surging through the woods. He pranced like a vivacious ballerina, not watching his footing, which led him directly into an incomer. Stumbling awkwardly around them in mid-trample, he brushed his legs haughtily with his hands, an apologetic expression stretched across his features. “I am very sorry--,” he mumbled, trying to recover gracefully. He did not get a moment to catch a glimpse at them before their initial reaction. 

[inkmagician]

DEAR ORION, nowadays the forest is a thousand words for falling & i’ve traced each of them onto my skin, open wound like an overripe summer ache. home has never sounded more like a teenage fantasy: moon gilding us silver, the two of us dreaming empires to cup between our palms. now the castles crumble to join their beloved king & oh, i never knew the crown would feel this empty. last night i found shards of you in the darkness, even now your stars are the only light that draws my gaze. i picked up every piece til my fingertips wept bloodstained apologies into the sky. orion, orion, forgive me. FROM, ARTEMIS

DEAR ORION | love letters unsent #2 | paperharbors (for inkstay’s prompt 26 “blood”)

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