#anzorin

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day 22: alone. they spoke through their shells of sending each day they were apart, limited to 25 words.

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anzo may wear a dress...... once

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to everyone reblogging orin I fucking care you

here's an old unposted one of him + boyf sharing clothes (onenote 2019)...... small man, biggest spirit

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I still dont have a working tablet or computer to draw with!!!! But today was valentine's aka loving orin day!!

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theres a glen near orins house where hes always wanted to propose to his girlfriend. locals are scared of the forest proper; as a teenager, he learned that a harmless glen dotted with just enough trees is a great spot for a surreptitious kissing sesh. theres a creek, the smell of grass, the sound of birds. but his life didn't turn out that way. hes spent the past many years with his partner as co-revolutionaries and noble provocateurs. it's not the type of person you ever get married to, or the sort of life you ever get married in. but it's the life he chose and its good.

anzo never wanted to propose to anyone anywhere. but he knows he wants to be with orin forever, and the man deserves his storybook romance. it's just hard for anzo to find an in, when all orin wants to do is nap on his chest. that's how anzo finally broaches the proposal: on his back, after an aeon, with a "I was wondering if you would like to get married." and then "I said get married, the two of us." and then "aaahh, darling, my ribs."