And so the dream returns... one last repetition. My corpse moon, my scarlet sword, my cracked visor. 'Drink!,' says Ballas. So I draw on the Red Vial, a vague metallic taste. This dream isn't mine. He says, 'You rejected our gift, bathing in our death. Your punishment is... eternal life!' He laughs.
I wonder if it’s a normal part of cephalonization to give the victims Kuva. I figure this was just done to make sure he survived long enough for glassing and isn’t typical. But it makes me wonder what impact it had on Ordan/Ordis. Like is this part of why he’s the only series 2 that hasn’t degraded?
I might just be slow, but you know how Ordis first sounds, and appears in transmission when the Drifter is first introduced in The New War? Is that Ordan talking, and not Ordis? Ordis/Ordan's voice is WAY lower, and he seems to have the same, small trashcan body, but the camera is panned lower, into his "chest".
After a post battle party, Ordan wakes up between two lovely Ostrons, but has a hangover with an extra surprise.
Warnings: Slight sexual content
Tags: Ordan Karris, f!Ostron/Ordan/m!Ostron
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Ordan awoke to the awful squawking of some local bird. He squeezed his eyes shut. The damn thing was not helping the oncoming hangover. He exhaled and pressed himself closer to the fine figure that was playing little spoon today. He didn’t quite remember last night, but he remembered enough to know it had gotten wild, as usual. And he remembered one drink in particular, it had an unusual taste and texture, but it wasn’t bad. He’d have to ask what it was.
The figure before him was starting to stir. He slowly dragged a hand up to cup a breast and nuzzled his face into her neck. No sooner had he done that he felt a hand caressing his own chest. Oh. He was middle spoon. He smiled. Nice.
The woman rolled over to face him and pressed a kiss to his lips. While the man behind him started busying himself putting a new mark on his neck. She kissed him again and smiled, “Good morning.”
“Guh muhng.” What the fuck??
“Hm?” She looked… concerned.
“Uhd muurng?” His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth! How the fuck?!
They froze.
He felt the bed start to shake and heard the breaths of someone desperately trying to stifle their laughter. He turned to the man behind him, whose now red face was partially covered with a pillow in a poor attempt at further hiding his amusement. He growled at him.
Ordan looked back at the woman in bewilderment and not a little irritation.
Her face was a mixture of horror and amusement, “You… drank the kabuchi, didn’t you?”
