#oriaes

[anxietyworns]

         @oriaes​      /      hunter gave me star wars brain rot.

            “   he got on that ship.    he almost came with us.     ---     i had anakin again    ...    &    i let him slip away,   ”   they’ve just now returned to refuge.    obi-wan was one of the only people who knew why brooke had gone with vader.     only he knew what she was trying to accomplish.    &    accomplished    ---    she had.    but obi-wan was kind enough to get them to safety.     (    &    soon they’d have to discuss the twins.    )    tears well in her eyes as she looks at her other half.     the man who kept her sane   ...    who helped her in her impossible task.    with a deep sigh, she blinks away the tears.     brooke moves to straddle orias, perching on his lap.    her forehead is against his.   “   i just hope whatever he’s planning for the emperor    ---    he does it quickly.   ”

[anxietyworns]

       @oriaes​  ,      hehe.

      “   stop it.   ”   she’s shaking her head.    trying to get his crazy words out of her head.    she had lost faith in things like soulmates   ...    in things like fate.    now here he was saying insane things.   “  no.   daniel, seriously, you’re freaking me out   ...    maybe you should go.   ”

[anxietyworns-a]

time moves faster. - oriaes

     it’s the hardest thing   ...    understanding it but still feeling so ripped to shreds.    seeing him again was a momentarily relief, but now that they are safe    (    yes, she’s taken care of all the zombies in this area.    )    but his words   ...    she can feel how he wants her to understand.     to understand the timing of hell versus earth.

   but god, it had been a long three years.     the last time she’d seen him, she’d been just settling in at the raccoon city late night news.     since then, brooke had been stuck in raccoon city   ...    “   it was almost four years for me   ...    how long was it for you?  ”     she doesn’t really understand hell.     yet  ...    so long ago people were trying to say she’d have to lead it someday.     she’s not sure if that’s still a concept.    honestly, brooke’s just been trying to survive.

   her back to him now     ---    she lets her eyes get slightly teary-eyed.    “   i missed you so much   ...    so much has happened.   ”

[sheteacher]

" touch one hair on her head and it'll be the last time you have hands. " - oriaes (he's saying this to another demon probably)

@oriaes sent !

she feels so small, hidden behind his frame. fingers gripping tightly to his arm, as wide eyes scan around the room. she can feel butterflies take form and start to scatter in her stomach. ( how can she be this close to being tortured and still be horny for him ? ) she lets her hand drop from his arm to his hand, where her fingers tangle with his. ( she’ll have to remember to thank him later. )

[sheteacher]

@oriaes gets [ … ] this !

my dear orias,

i’m not sure why i’m doing this -- you will never see this. but you won’t answer my calls, and i’m not sure what else i can do. i have all these thoughts swimming in my head. all i can think of is you. all i knew this morning when i woke, is i know something now that i didn’t before. ( brown eyes and freckles and your smile. ) your eyes look like coming home. and i wish i could run to you -- i hope you know that.

i told myself -- don’t get attached. i just miss hanging out with you. i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life. the truth is -- i’ve been loving you for quite some time [ … ] you think it’s funny when i’m mad. i wish you would have stayed.

losing you was blue like i’ve never know. miss you is dark gray -- i’m all alone. forgetting you is like trying to know someone i’ve never met. oh, but loving you -- loving you was burning red.

touching you was like realizing all i’ve ever wanted was right in front of me. memorizing you was as easy as knowing all the songs to my old favorite song. regretting you is like wishing i never found out love could be so strong. moving on from you is impossible.

it’s probably better off this way, but i confess -- in my dreams, you’re touching my face and asking me if i want to try. and every time i don’t -- i almost do.

come back [ … ] be here. i don’t want to miss you like this.

forever yours,

anastasia.

[sheteacher]

" who did this to you? " - oriaes

@oriaes sent !

she’s humming along quietly with the soft 70s music she has playing while she cooks breakfast. she still feels a bit sore -- but she doesn’t mind. she places a strawberry between her teeth and sinks into it, as she listens to the sound of him leaving her room. she feels like she can hear each step he takes -- and it causes butterflies to erupt into a swarm in her belly.

she hears a soft yawn behind her, before strong arms are wrapping around her torso. she giggles softly, as one hand moves to rest against his. she opens her mouth to speak, but stops when his fingers grip against her wrist. he pulls her arm softly, spinning her around in the process.

eyebrow furrow as he speaks his question : who did this to you ? ( she doesn’t have to wonder if her confusion is evident. ) he holds her arm up to her eyes, showcasing the soft -- already beginning to fade -- bruises dusting her skin. her eyes return to him, her head tilting to the side as she studies his face. ( he really doesn’t know ? )

“you did that to me.” she brings her free hand to his, wrapping around where his fingers enclose her wrist. “don’t worry -- they don’t hurt. i like them.” she pulls softly against his hand, waiting until they’re chest to chest, before she’s leaning on her toes and pressing a deep kiss against his lips. when she finally pulls away, she pushes herself even higher, until her lips are next to his ear, where she whispers. “i like the ones on my legs even more.”

she offers a soft pat to his shoulder, before she’s dropping back onto her heels. “ -- d’you want coffee this morning ?” she spins, her hair flowing with her, as she returns to her cooking.

[sheteacher]

there's been this hole in my heart. - oriaes (when he comes back from Hell)

@oriaes sent !

how could she not see it before ? feet have stumbled into her room. her robe was lost somewhere between here and her front door -- so was his shirt. her fingers dance delicately over his bare chest. ( she can remember the first time she touched him with this much thought -- how she had been buried beneath blankets, wanting nothing more to have the world swallow her whole. this is so much better. ) her lungs feel like they’re on fire -- she thinks she can’t breathe, she is too filled with him. ( she doesn’t care. )

she feels her hips bump against her desk, and his hands push against the silk of her nightgown. ( oh, god. ) lips part enough for them to catch their breath. she’s staring -- dumbfounded -- at him, when his voice breaks the silence. there’s been this hole in my heart. she feels her breath catch in her throat as she looks up at him. she nods softly. “me too.” fingers brush gently against his stomach, until she’s linking her index fingers through the belt loops of his pants, and tugging him impossibly closer to her. “let me fix it.”

[sheteacher]

i became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes. - oriaes

@oriaes sent !

a deep blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. ( thankfully her hair hides the bright tips of her ears. ) who knew demons were so [ … ] charming ? eyes move from his to the table. she has to admit, it feels a little silly to call this their first date -- but it’s technically true. bodies have already been intertwined in nearly every way possible -- but they’ve never done this. this is new. this is [ … ] nerve wracking.

she wonders if he can tell the butterflies have yet to settle in her stomach -- that her heart feels like it might give out from giving so much. opal hues finally allow themselves to find him -- and when they do, she thinks she’s forgotten how to breathe. ( oh, those eyes. ) she thinks she could look at him for the rest of her life. “y’know you don’t have to flirt with me, right ?”