@orihong : what was i supposed to do , let you die ? & ORION HONG
❝ i wasn’t dying, ❞ she snapped back a little too defensively. rosalind knows she should be grateful for orion’s care. her body wasn’t used to her own poisons, and if she didn’t know any better, she also would have been concerned for herself. it was a rookie mistake she made and she paid for it with the way her muscles screamed at any slight movement. but what hurt more than the poison coursing through her veins was the wave after wave of embarrassment that drowned her anytime she remembered brief glimpses of the past night. her pleading voice pulling orion back to the bed, waking up sprawled across him, and god knows what else she said in her delirium. rosalind visibly shuddered at the possibilities, shifting herself into an upright position that made her feel less vulnerable. as she pulled the blanket closer to her body, she became very aware of how cold the bed felt in his absence. a knot twisted in her stomach and she clenched her fists under the sheets in an attempt to steady her heart rate. ❝ but i owe you, thank you. ❞ she said softly, still unable to meet his gaze.
her eyes fell on the ticking hands of the clock at her bedside table. it had neared noon and rosalind wondered how long it had been since she had last slept in. or, more appropriately, how long it had been since she had slept through the night at all. the thought forced her off the bed and she carefully walked by orion hovering at the door frame. something had changed between them in the last twelve hours and she hadn’t been able to grapple with what it meant yet. so instead, she groggily set the kettle and busied herself as she spoke out into the otherwise empty apartment. ❝ the vial, ❞ she turned to face him with her back rested against the counter as the kettle whistled behind her. it was easier to focus on their mission at hand rather than think about the electric current that had run through her when their lips met in that alleyway. ❝ you said you saw it in haidi’s purse. do you really think that could be it ? what they’re using for the killings ? ❞ they were so close to the end of their mission that despite the ache in her bones, rosalind couldn’t keep still. she placed one cup of tea on the kitchen island for orion and held the other close to her chest as she impatiently tapped her nails against the ceramic. ❝ we’re so close, i can practically see the end. ❞