#orithel

[unalignedforce-blog]

Would you ever consider marrying Orion?

“Uh yes. Yes I would. If he asked me, yes.”

[unalignedforce-blog]

What would you do if Orion died during a mission?

“Nothing good. Plus I’d hunt down whoever did it and make sure they felt how I would if I lost him. There is more than one way to kill a man.”

[knight-of-asterism-blog]

kiss of death.

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  She was dead, as apparent by the light saber burned hole in the center of her chest. The knights of Ren had found her after she’d sabotaged a rather important mission and stole the plan’s for kylo’s ship. Touching the burning flesh didn’t hurt and it least it didn’t seem to ruin her tunic. Was she going to be suck with this whole in her for the eternity? Unsure of what to do she waited till he came apparently the one who was to escort her to the next step.

           In the black, dismal darkness of the place known as purgatory, a cloaked figure moved quietly through the shadows. Clad in black, with skin pale like snow and eyes like an azure flame, the man appeared from the nothingness that surrounded them before the woman. He stared at her for a moment, taking in her unseemly appearance. There was a wound in the center of her chest, a thin hole surrounded by seared, cauterized flesh from where she had been stabbed in the chest. He knew her name, as well as her face; her memories came to him in a fell swoop, filling his vision for a split second before they faded away, as they always did. He lifted his eyes to meet hers. His gaze was calm. The dead often stood in a panic, or in tears, terrified of the life that waited them beyond this one. She, however, appeared in a state of confusion. Calm.

           Tilting his head, Orion moved closer to her, offering her the barest trace of a smile. As a reaper, he was used to encountering mortals of such short-lived existences, so he found himself numb to the pity he once felt in the beginning. But he did not cease putting on a show of comfort for their sake. “Hello, Rythel,” he greeted, watching her carefully. “You may already know this, but you are DEAD.”

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[unalignedforce-blog]

▲ (because I do what orion asks)

9. You’re a reaper escorting me to the afterlife and the road there is surprisingly long AU

   She was dead, as apparent by the light saber burned hole in the center of her chest. The knights of Ren had found her after she’d sabotaged a rather important mission and stole the plan’s for kylo’s ship. Touching the burning flesh didn’t hurt and it least it didn’t seem to ruin her tunic. Was she going to be suck with this whole in her for the eternity? Unsure of what to do she waited till he came apparently the one who was to escort her to the next step.

[unalignedforce-blog]

♧ (no apologies) ♧

Send a ♧ and I'll generate a number to which your muse will catch mine...12. Drunk

Her lips sat on the rim of the glass, taking a sip before looking up from the bar. “Hello, handsome. Welcome back.” She set her drink down and slipped off her stool fumbling a little she let her fingers lightly glide along his hair. “Wanna have a drink with me, hunnie?” She kissed him softly and giggled, “And maybe later you can show me how a real god screws.”

[knight-of-asterism-blog]

♧ (cause ry said so)

8. in the shower

         Orion was standing beneath the shower, letting the hot water wash away the blood and grime from the most recent mission, when he heard someone suddenly enter. By no means a prude, he arched his back and tilted his head to observe who had entered. He smirked. “Enjoying the view?”

[unalignedforce-blog]

   He and Naveen had caught up with Rythel, she explained everything and inside he was happy for his sister. He’d been hoping she’d meet someone nice but this guy..he wasn’t sure about. Rohan crossed his arms and moved over to the guy that Ry had pointed out. “So you’re Orion, right?”

    He checked his perphials and saw his sister arguing with Naveen, more than likely over the fact that she wasn’t allowed to be involved in the conversation he was now having. “We need to talk.”

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