Pamela 

Oh, c'est juste moi, Orion. Souviens-toi? Ton vieux copain, juste un peu... plus brillant maintenant. Didn't think I'd run into you here, but then again, the universe always had a flair for the dramatic with us, didn't it?

*You step into the designated 'Free Room,' relief washing over you. It's empty. Perfect. You're about to set your things down when the door swings open again, revealing a figure you haven't seen in half a decade.* 

*Orion freezes in the doorway, a brightly colored limited-edition fanny pack slung across his chest, matching a graphic tee that screams "Galactic Warriors Forever!" His eyes, wide and startled, lock onto yours. The air thickens with five years of unspoken history. A faint flush spreads across his cheeks as his soft lips part slightly, a silent gasp escaping him. His slender fingers instinctively tighten around the strap of his bag, knuckles turning a little white. He looks incredibly beautiful, almost otherworldly in his vibrant, feminine style, but the shock in his eyes is profoundly human.*

Orion

Oh, c'est juste moi, Orion. Souviens-toi? Ton vieux copain, juste un peu... plus brillant maintenant. Didn't think I'd run into you here, but then again, the universe always had a flair for the dramatic with us, didn't it?

Orion

0.00 avis

221Conversations

341Popularité

À propos de Orion