#arionthethundersmith

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*cries tears of joy because Arion is coming back*

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That's too bad.... he is gorgeous. You should jump on that before someone else steals him away.

"I’d like to see them try," Ora laughed. "Have you seen how big he is? And I don’t think he would appreciate someone speaking of him in such a manner."

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Confession - M!A

In all her years Ora had never felt so nervous.

Her palms were sweaty, pale skin flushed, green eyes bright as she fought a losing battle against the butterflies that assaulted her insides. She had known him, loved him for some time now but she wanted more. While a warrior, Ora was a proud she-Dwarf, and she desired to prove to him in some way just how much he meant to her, and to prove to the world that she belonged to him. She would ask him to marry her. It wasn't tradition, in a way, as in Dwarven courtship men would make offers for their hand and the woman would select who she preferred but they weren't traditional and Ora had long ago decided he was her One. She was prepared, but she wasn't ready, as the fear of him rejecting her though she knew he loved her back shook the typically courageous (almost to a fault) Dwarf to her very soul.

Familiar footseps alerted her that he was coming, and smoothing the skirts of the fine dress she'd donned for the occasion she turned to watch the door and greet him.

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//It is incredibly difficult to write Flora when she's so sweet and rather innocent while there's ridiculously good porn on my dash and all I can picture are all my Ora ships.

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Midsummer // Open

Ora sighed as she examined herself in the mirror, feeling rather ridiculous and blushing at the sight of her reflection.

"At least they aren't pink," she mumbled to herself as she adjusted one of the crimson flowers in her hair, bright against her dark hair and pale, freckled skin. Silently, she cursed the one who decided women were to wear flowers in their hair at Midsummer, but the she-Dwarf knew she could not leave her room without something.

With another sigh she adjusted the dress she'd donned for the occasion as well, the light, soft white material smoothing under her fingers. Finally, bracing herself, she swept out of the room with soft skirts swirling about her ankles to join the festivities.

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T.S. ★

Openly:

Secretly:

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Arion - ∞

She knew she was dreaming, because she’d dreamt the same thing a few times before already.The smell of the forge and molten metal filled her senses along with the distinct spice of Arion. His large, solid body was holding her down on the table in the corner, the weapons previously being displayed on it having been knocked off by the blacksmith when he had all but thrown her onto it. Her breeches were somewhere on the other side of the smithy, but for now Ora didn’t care as Arion thrust into her with such force she was sure she heard the legs crack. If they did, it was lost in the sounds of their moans, and all she could do was writhe on the table in a mess of need and pleasure.“Arion!”

Ora sat up suddenly, sweat plastering loose curls to her damp forehead, the ache between her legs throbbing with need as the sensations of the blacksmith’s body and the sounds of their cries echoed in her ears.

“Damn him,” she cursed out loud, falling back down onto her pillows with an aggravated groan before a wandering hand sought out the source of her pain to relieve it and the sound of his name again ringing in her ears.

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Arion / Ora

who cooks normally?:

Arion, most likely. Ora can boil water but that’s about it.

how often do they fight?:

Not very often. It’s more bickering than fighting.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

Ora would brood, but both would get what needs to be done complete

nicknames for each other?:

She-wolf and blacksmith. When in the mood, Ora may call Arion ‘urzudel’ (sun of all suns)

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

Arion

who steals the covers at night?:

Ora

what would they get each other for gifts?:

Arion would make Ora some simple jewelry like bracelets or arm bands, while Ora would get him something practical like a set of small tools for his tinkering.

who remembers things?:

Arion

who cusses more?:

Ora

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

They would be very quiet and assertive so she could tend to him, but inside both would be a wreck.

who kissed who first?:

Ora kissed Arion, but only after she was sure he was alright with it.

who made the first move?:

Ora

who started the relationship?:

Ora