Male orc (Lasza) x female reader (SFW) Part Two
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So, more angst in this second part of my three part modern orc angst fest! Buckle up for things to come to a head (no, not quite like that yet) in this part. Featuring adorable scamp Aubrey and supporting cast of sylph Olyara, witch Phia and background grumpy tiefling Nil.
Warnings for reader’s scumbag ex boyfriend and some angst and fluff… and a thunderstorm.
Next morning, as daylight filtered into your room through the curtains which you’d left open, you stretched and sat up. You could almost believe that yesterday had been an awful nightmare. The mountain was visible above the treeline, and it was a beautiful summer morning. The little pasture behind the huge lodge was full of wildflowers and the buzzing activity of meadow insects had already started up.
But then you remembered Lasza’s words. “I don’t forgive you. And I never will. You and I will never be friends.” Gods above, that hurt more than anything. You’d known it was probably the case anyway, but seeing his lips form those words had made it a million times worse.
You slid out of bed and dressed quietly, grabbing your sketch book and pencil case and slipping out of the back door of the lodge. It was all utterly still, and the rest of the house seemed to be asleep. They’d stayed up, drinking and laughing, until well after midnight while you’d lain on your back, thinking and staring up at the lapped wooden planks of the ceiling.
Now, slightly groggy and definitely hungry after missing supper, you made your way down onto the pontoon, sank down cross legged, and started sketching. The light shifted as you drew and the morning progressed, but the beauty the place never waned.
By the time Phia came out and tapped you on the shoulder to tell you to come and get some breakfast, you’d filled up nearly a third of the book with frantic sketches of the water, of diving birds, of the contours of the mountain.
You closed your book and stood up, shutting your eyes as a head-rush swept over you. Phia grabbed your arm to steady you, and you felt her trickle some of her magic into you, which cleared your head and made you look up at her. “You need to start taking better care of yourself, sweetie,” she murmured. “Come on.”
