TheMoYouKnow
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- Final Fantasy XIV (11)
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It's late when he hears it.
A soft click of the front door lock being undone twitches Loifa's ears and yet he does not move. He simply stays where he is in his bed, book still on his lap and tries to return his focus to the words. Soon enough, Orion will be up the stairs and filling the space with sound as he always does. While the quiet is appreciated on his own time, he cannot deny he like the light the other man brings to a room.
Yet when he crests the top of the stairs to the loft, sound does not follow as he anticipates.
Orion is quiet, movement sluggish and takes the shortest path he can manage from the stairs to the bed. He crawls onto it, movements almost childlike in their simplicity and curls into Loifa's legs without a word. Loifa pauses, mouth open with a question unformed and therefore unspoken. He waits to see if Orion will speak, a mumbled explanation against pale skin, but it never comes.
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- Part 13 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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"Would you want to?"
Orion shifted his attention to where Granson stood, blinking a little wider at the expression he found hung against the other man's face. Nerves. Teenage, almost. As if Granson had stolen something from his father's liquor shelf and brought it for them to play fast and loose with. Except the alcohol in question was one he had never tasted. Orion knew what it was like to be with men, he knew all things considered he preferred it, but that wasn't the case for Granson.
His board sat rather clean of that concept and now he desired to hesitantly draw on it with Orion's hand over his.
"That's not the question you should be asking," Orion replied, brows raised slightly with the corner of his mouth. "A better, more apt question would be: when would you want to? Because I want to. I've wanted to for a while… but I've been glad going with you as you feel things out—so to speak."
Granson's expression stayed fixed in a nervous sort of half-smile. "That's a yes?"
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- Part 18 of My Virtues Uncounted
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"And just how did you come across these?"
Orion glanced up from his cutting board to the corner of his eyes to where Granson stood. He was properly far away, leaving the ample space demanded by Orion early on when he first started staying over. Kitchens were for cooking not for cuddling. A rule best followed by any unless they wanted Orion himself simmering on medium to high heat.
Peeling another peach carefully, he knocked his head to the side as if he could actually direct Granson to the answer. "Vendor brought a case and a half to the stairs and Glynard told me to make use of them. So, I am."
Orion gets several sweet surprises at once.
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- Part 5 of My Virtues Uncounted
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It is a scene Granson was certain would never arrive, yet here and now, it has. Orion is knelt before him, panting out in weakened breath as his skin grows paler by the second. Sun beats down on them both, light again poured out into it yet there is no warmth on his shoulders. There is only a cold, sinking feeling and a churn of nausea he can barely keep down in his stomach.
The promise rings out in his ears, heavy and resounding like a gong beat over and over: You leave this world yourself, Rho. You leave me as you.
Granson fulfills a promise.
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- Part 33 of My Virtues Uncounted
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It was not uncommon, this.
Orion, awake at the wee hours of a day long turned to night, head laid on a pillow across from another that was asleep. The only difference being that this time, this person, felt different to him. Not in any one good or bad way, but at the moment, the lingering in that middle was making his stomach toss like rough seas.
Granson didn't know the truth of him. A truth Orion was encouraged not to give as it may do more harm than good to break the constraints of the known universe for the average person. When the Exarch gave him this heeded warning, he had brushed it off with ease. Who would he tell, after all. Who couldn't he lie to?
A soft breath from Granson's nose grew a little louder in its inhale, snore only a fraction of what the man could be capable of, and Orion felt the question hammer into the back of his skull. If he could lie to Granson, he could lie to anyone. The trouble was that it was the last thing he wanted to do.
Orion tells Granson where he's from.
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- Part 9 of My Virtues Uncounted