Can u... Tell me... About Oro's Hollow Ground? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Ahhhh I’m not sure exactly how to answer! Only because Oro does not care about HG haha
If I haven’t answers this right! Don’t be scared to tell me tho! 😅
On a importance scale from 1–10 for Oro HG is a 3. She receives HGs letter and is probs confused for a sec until she reads it and is like…THE CASINO OWNER! She doesn’t think HG is a big enough threat to warrant her presence, which is why she sends Blue Jay.
HG: does she think I’m playing a game
Blue Jay: yeah—a real boring one 🙄 can I go home?
She’s never been good at chess😔
She didn’t care abt HG until she hurt her puppet then it became personal—because you don’t damage Orellia’s things.
However…after the whole thing comes out where they might be family. I think Orellia will reconsider, if only because she’s heard about how family is suppose to help you. And she desperately needs to feel safe, especially right now.
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The implications of being a good little regene to a scientist
“No—keep it on” can’t keep your hands off it.
Something about that white coat.
You’ve seen it hundreds of times.
It’s not very soft—hazy memories—dream-like. Blue Jay—Jacob, he’s always a blur after. You’ve never gotten to wear it, but he has.
Maybe today it’s your turn.
No it’s not.
“Oh?” She holds it. Twinkle in her dark eyes, but they don’t keep your attention long, your attention is snapped right back to the coat as you watch her maneuver it around, slides her dark arms in once more.
Slipped on, she doesn't bat an eye at the material on her bare skin underneath. Has she done this before? How many? With who?
You can’t ignore the way the flash of anger shoots through you. A possessive thing you are.
You saunter foward.
Stalk her.
Delight in the way her thoughts begin to race, it’s a maze that keeps skidding to the same end, delight in the tenseness in her stance as she can’t help but take a step back the closer you get. She can’t go far though, the bed right behind.
Reaching her, skip over her hands, notice the way they just barely twitch, instead drag your nails up her clothed arms, gentle, you remind yourself. look up at her—not all that taller—before you smile—grin, wide and toothy— bare your teeth in almost a snarl.
And button up the coat.
Solid white. Blank.
And Sterile—stare a little too long.
You hear her laugh.
That snaps you out of it. You're breathing loudly. Too deep.
“Mon cheri I believe this is counterproductive to what we want to do right no—“
She doesn't get to finish. instead you grab onto her shoulders, not gentle, and shove her onto the bed.
You shove them hard.
Your fingers twitch at the action. You hear a slight gasp at the force but don’t give her much time to really process what is happening before you follow after.
The lights are dim. Dim enough to cast the room in a shadow, she almost blends right in. But the bright —white—is stark against the setting, almost acts as a mirror. Your heart is racing. Deep breathing a little too fast.
Something about her, something about her in that coat.
The bed dipps not much as you crawl over to her, stopping just at her knees.
You’ve thought about it too much.
They smile at you. You’re doing good.
Your stomach knots. Too tight.
Her voice is almost a surprise to you—doesn't feel like it should be here.
“I understand eagerness love but be more gentle please”
She smiles at you. Your nails dig into the comforter.
“Okay” you're good at taking orders.
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