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[mercysought]

@gaemblr​​​ . ‘ just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit. ’ (cayde @ moe!) . book sentence . accepting

   “Yeah...” Moe’s brow quirks up, she looks at the exo through the mirror, still holding her blade against the side of her head. It buzzed loudly against her ear, but she was carefully shaving a pattern into the side of bright green hair. She would have reached out to the person that would usually have a steady hand to do that on scalp, but she wasn’t available and Moe was far too fucking impatient to really wait to do anything that she wanted to do. Especially when it came to her hair. So, with her mech fingers holding the side of her ear down, brown eyes on Cayde as he folds his arms, she is signs with her right hand which... mind you is not her dominant hand. 

From Moe’s expression, that didn’t much matter. She turns on her heels, kicking the wire from her shaver. The outdoor sink now filled with bright green tightly coiled hair. One way or another she was going to have a small bear’s head etched into the side of her scalp.

He had that face. You know the one. The face of a dickhead that had spent a good night playing and won, wore through the reduced high and now felt the emptiness encroaching. Too much? Too deep? Maybe, but it wasn’t like she was saying anything. And listen, Exos were fucking hard to read, but Cayde was at least... always making an effort to emote which Moe really appreciated it. Made her feel like he wasn’t just there to try to steal her money or drag her off to suicide missions. They might not care if they were to die (though she didn’t reckon that was a very comfortable experience) but she fucking did.

And that’s why they often stuck her in reckon and in coordinating them while on the ground. The shitheads, those types of jobs were so boring that they brought her to tears. Who thought she was a good baby sitter? At least they made the jobs fun and that was why she only accepted those sort of jobs from them.

Moe turns off the machine, dropping it in the sink and pulling her hair to the side. Multiple bright and colourful hair pins and clips were spread around the green mane and now dark hands dive into it too, pulling whatever hair had escaped so she could inspect her work.

A frown paints itself over her face. That didn’t look like a bear’s head regardless what way she looked at it. She claps, washing off whatever hair had stuck to her fingers before looking at Cayde through the reflexion again “Funny how that only happens when you’re around... Running your...” left hand starts making a motion towards her mouth. Her lips pulled in as she pretends to chew without teeth. It is a motion that remains half way through however as the woman’s muscular body leans back thoughtfully “Well, I was gonna say gums but I don’t think you have those. Do you?”

[cybled-a]

“hey, hey—” holds shiro's hand, firm but gentle. “put your fists down, bud. s’ok. it's just you’n me. it's us. that's all.” climbs onto shiro's bunk and drapes himself over his partner, purring loudly. though his words are mumbled, laced with static as he dozes off, they are undeniably certain; a vow: “anyone wants t’ get to you, they'll have t’go through me first. literally.”  /  @gaemblr

they got a lot of things right when they built their bodies. some things they even improved upon. the way the spine sits—as one engineer had explained with all the earnestness of someone decades his junior—had been modified to bear weight more efficiently. according to him, exominds were 20,000 years ahead of the evolutionary curve in that regard. 

but some things would never be better. like the cold rush of coolant through his body in preemptive response to the heat that accompanies sensory overload. he’s not sure that’ll ever feel right, feeling the cold hit before the heat has a chance to build. but before he can latch onto that terrifyingly existential thought in the middle of the haze of fear and desperation and fury that makes him lash out in his half dazed sleep cayde is there. and so shiro latches onto him instead, carbon fingers gripping back at cayde’s hand so fiercely that he’d bruise the other were he still made of flesh. they aren’t flesh anymore though, and when cayde settles his considerable weight on top of him shiro isn’t afraid to wrap his arms around the exo tight, to press his palms hard against his copilot’s sides, to focus on the steady thrumming vibrations echoing from cayde’s chest into his. 

“ anyone wants t’ get to you, they’ll have t’go through me first. literally. ”

cayde mumbles it and only then does shiro start to loosen his grip, cyan optics flickering dimly. what’d i do t’ deserve this, he thinks distantly, and then, teasingly to himself, huffing slightly under cayde’s weight: or maybe i’m cursed. 

it takes some doing, and on the narrow bunk it isn’t easy to accomplish, but even against cayde’s purposefully dead weight shiro manages to get them both on their sides with cayde’s back against the wall. legs tangled, he nuzzles his face between the dark crook of cayde’s neck and shoulder. the fear he’d felt—visceral and cold—has faded so fast he’s not sure he can remember what it felt like, not with the heat emanating off of cayde in slow waves. soothing in the way only a drift partner could soothe. so shiro melts, and blurs, and pulls himself as tight as he can against cayde. murmurs, salient and wide awake against his copilot’s sleep-slack jaw:   “ they can go through me instead. i’ll take the hits. ”

[morghulis]

“  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.  ”   /   @gaemblr

most days when she wakes up she doesn’t feel like she’s aged, even though it’s been a couple centuries since nim brought her up. most days she looks forward, and forward, and forward again, and ignores the press of the years on her shoulders. 

but lately she can’t sleep. and when she does, all she dreams of is green fire and the sound of people dying around her. truly dying. their light cleaved from their bodies by blades that denied all logic but their own. the sword logic. 

there’s a handcanon on her ship that she’s yet to show cayde. an old thing, from an old tale. ugly and terrible and hers, now. 

arya shakes her head a little, as if she were shaking away buzzing flies. her grey eyes are dark as oil slicks when she meets cayde’s gaze ; they’re sunken and tired and she knows she looks like hell but she doesn’t care anymore. 

“ nim’s keeping me on my feet, ”   she answers stubbornly before turning back to the sword in her lap whose edge she’d been honing. in a half joking voice, she continues to speak.   “ don’t know why you’re so worried. it’s just fallen i’m after. what’s the worst they can do to me? ”

kill me? she doesn’t say it out loud. doesn’t want to feel the disappointment she thinks might seep out of cayde if she talked like that. either way, it’s not the fallen she fears anymore. it’s that green fire, and the sword that could cut through light itself.

[lrdfel]

@gaemblr​      /     unprompted .

The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.

      ace was of saccharine words , sweet and full of a love he’s never previously known , it scared him . everything scared him , yet nothing scared him . he , who has been struck down time and time again , he who watches his back at all times , he who would kill his own to save his secrets        ——       only with this ace would his heart burst forth and tumble from its cavity . only him , previous warlord who would never bend to lord felwinter , could make him weak . 

       and he did not know fear when it came to the gentle touch of his love , of sweetened words and embrace of honey and fluff . so he rests his head . and he feels okay . 

[orphidian]

laughing kiss for that casual orin & andal intimacy, pls n thank u uwu   /   @gaemblr

when he leans in to kiss her—a quick duck of his head that makes their teeth click awkwardly against each other—orin forgets the joke he’d told her almost entirely. something witty and dry, something about warlocks and titans and— the rough shape of it slips from her mind completely as their lips finally find that perfect angle, the laughter that had been bubbling in her throat dissolving beneath the solvent of their tender intimacy. punchdrunk she leans into the kiss, lips parting with his to deepen it. still soft despite the sharpness of her cutting teeth lurking just behind, a predator’s mouth disguised by kindliness, by the gift of words and the shaping of them. a gift like yours could end wars. 

andal understands that, in some strange and indelible way. understands how she feels half wasted in this walking life of perpetual war, out of place. settling nine out of ten conflicts with the unyielding end of her hammer and the scorch of her unfailing light. her skills are more than the cruel and graceless destruction she metes out. but no one speaks and so she cannot weave together negotiation, cannot begin to tether the unobtrusive sanctity of language to something called peace. instead she kills, and it leaves its own indelible mark.

not that either of them have voiced these things out loud. it’s practically heresy in this era of struggle. peace is not improbable. it’s impossible. take up your sword. 

none of these thoughts come close to orin’s mind when he kisses her out of her laughter though. only, oh, and he tastes good, like mint and menthol. finds that when it ends, when he presses his forehead to hers, their noses skimming against each other, she would like for it to continue. his eyes are almost bright enough to match her own, and dart between hers searchingly. 

“ you’ll have to tell the joke again, i’m afraid, ”   she says half breathless and pulls away. smiles wryly.   “ i got distracted. ”

[mercysought]

@gaemblr​​ . @cybled​ . ❛ Time is a thief of memory. ❜ / cayde ! owo . the dark tower . selectively accepting

   “A funny thing for an exo to say...” her brows furrow and yet a smile forms on her lips. Surprise still clear on bright green eyes. Out of all impromptu visits, she was certainly not expecting him. Out of all the possibilities of what might happen on that day, meeting Cayde-6 hadn’t even been in the top ten “Or perhaps especially so.“ 

   “At least you’ll still be able to hold your wits after multiple head injuries. Or in your old age. Though...” she pauses, glancing up towards Cayde-6 with a raised brow and a half grin. How old was he? One could ask the same thing about Shiro, she supposed. Who knew how truly old they were when their lives could vanish so quickly and be recuperated just as fast. Old age. She snorts, they would never know what it was to see their wrinkles sink into their skin, or the creeping fear that dementia might just be around the corner “I suppose exos will never know the true meaning of the term, hm?”

And how lucky that was. Though, one might wonder if it was truly such a thing, she guessed it depended from individual to individual.

She had had time to think about it: It made perfect sense why they mostly kept to themselves or amongst their own kind, and also why they left and stayed away for such long stretch of time. The pad that she had been using to write things is softly placed down on the desk alongside the litany of papers and pens. Among the chaos, her cigarette case looks worn when it is surrounded by such stark, white and carefully kept environment. Just beyond her left side, a small case with a stamp rests against a case filled with ink. Old fashioned, one might say, but hand written letters and notes to the right person had all sort of effects that electronical mail could barely touch.

Maxima’s shoulders shrink as she gets up from behind the desk “I’m afraid the extent of my knowledge when it comes to your kind starts and ends with Shiro-4.“ 

And, if one was to be frank, these details were certainly not the type of things that Maxima was focusing on when it came to points of interest. The woman dressed in white walks beyond him, looking out to the corridor and then back to the interior of the room. Left hand pulls the white sleeve up, revealing the analogue wrist watch. Fortunately she still had some time. Green eyes return to Cayde-6. He was likely there to see him. A small grin forms on red lips, wicked, lighting up her eyes. Her back is turned to him as she returns to her desk “I imagine that you are here to see him?” 

[cybled-a]

@gaemblr didn’t ask for this started but oop! here we go!

Sleep is such a funny thing for them now. Shiro wonders at times if they really need it, or if—like eating and drinking and fucking—it’s just a leftover human condition to keep them from going insane. That’s what they tell them anyways, the egg heads that study them every waking hour of every single day. Disassociative Exomind Rejection. Nasty stuff.

In the dark Shiro stares at his carbon black hands and feels his chest heaving with the leftover ferocity of his dream and has to stifle a bubbling laugh. Why am I breathing so hard? I don’t have lungs anymore.

“ Cayde. ” His analog whisper half muzzy with sleep still cuts through the quiet like a knife, vocalizer spilling golden light across his palms. He swings his legs out of bed and stands, eyes level with the top of the bunk where his partner, his closest friend, the man he’d walk through hell for ( or burn beside the exposed nuclear core of a giant mech for ) is sleeping. He briefly considers trying to climb in next to the other exo, as childish as the impulse feels, and tucks the thought away. Bed’s too narrow.

“ Had the dream again, ” he continues, a hand reaching up to none too gently shove at Cayde’s shoulder. “ Get up asshole, I know y’ had it too. Let’s go for a smoke. ”

[cybled-a]

"𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝚈!" 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝙼 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙾𝙽. "𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 - 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚅𝙰 𝙵𝚄𝚁 𝚁𝚄𝙵𝙵. 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽' 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙰, 𝙴𝙷? 𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚈𝙴𝚃?" 𝚁𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙹𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙽. "𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 '𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙰 𝙱𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴."   /   @gaemblr

jon shifts under cayde’s heavy weight, planting his feet to brace against the concrete with a faint huff. his arm wraps instinctively around the other hunter’s back beneath his cloak, a gloved hand pressing against his ribs as if waiting to grapple him to the ground. you can never really tell with the guy. and despite the annoyance of having his hair ruffled he grins, points of red showing at the tips of his ears. 

“ tyra helped me make it, ”   jon corrects, his voice soft and rough with embarrassment. leave it to his mentor to make him feel a rush of pride and chagrin all at once.   “ don’t think he’s makin’ any more iron lords though. and ‘young wolf’ is title enough for me. ”

he tips his head back a bit to squint up at cayde, eyes pale as smoke drinking in the bright blue of cayde’s optics.   “ you missin’ me all cooped up in this tower, huh? or are those new lights keepin’ you busy? ”

[cybled-a]

a fool dares to pick a fight with cybel, goading him with insults & the sith snorts as she enters the room. invisible force grips their throat, hoists them into the air— choking. all eyes are on her & she savours the attention before releasing her victim with a wave of her fist. "know your betters, worm. perhaps pick a fight with someone your own size." she slides into the seat beside cybel. "you're too kind, you know. if he came at me like that, he'd be paste, the idiot. & he'd deserve it."    /   @gaemblr

it’s not uncommon, this kind of treatment in the outers. for most people he’s a hulking droid with too many arms. some think him a cyborg gone too far, but only a handful know enough about his people to know what he really is. a sentient war machine. those people usually aren’t so kind. 

but he’s dealt with it long enough that insults bead together and roll off of him like so much rain against treated plasteel. no corrosion. simply indifference. 

the sith has no such indifference, and he wonders distantly, even as he sips his drink while the man goes flying away from them, if she has his self restraint. she doesn’t need any, he concludes, vermillion optics flicking from the man that had been trying so desperately to prove himself to his friends by picking a fight with the exo to her ; he smiles. 

maybe i like watching my good friend use her spooky wizard powers against my enemies,   he signs as he finishes off his drink, scooting over too make more room for her. he doesn’t mind her nearness, even goes so far as to stretch one of his primary arms behind her.   besides, it’s not kindness. it’s self preservation. i can only fight so many people and i don’t want to end up in a cell. i don’t have spooky wizard powers, y’know.

[orphidian]

chest heaves when he wakes, taste of sea-soaked sand thick on his tongue. andal clenches shaking fists, unfurls his fingers one by one. breathes slow and deep. fuck it. stands up, pads over to where orin's sleeping & lays down beside her, spooning her. presses his cold face into the crook of her neck. she smells of their last battle; fire, ash & unconditional victory & he lets her light burn his nightmare from mind & mouth. "did y'know you're th' perfect size for spoonin?" he mumbles.   /   @gaemblr

in truth she’d only been half asleep, blue eyes hooded and distant, the shape of some dream or memory ( or something in between ) swimming in front of her gaze. they always come like this, when she’s trapped in that half sunken place between waking and sleeping. smoke. teeth. red and gold rings—

he’s quick but gently, his arm sliding over her waist, his light settling in the center of his chest where it presses against her back. it’s familiar enough that the instinct to pull away nips at itself as she wakes up more fully, eyes glowing. she can hear the faintest tremor in his voice, can feel something kin to fear trembling in his arm where it dangles over her side. she shifts a little, finding a more comfortable position. comfort is always hard to come by when you spend most of your nights sleeping on the ground, in the wilds. but this? this is nice. this is good.

“ you’re practically twelve feet tall, you could spoon a baroness and still find a perfect fit, ”   she mumbles back, reaching up to press her palm against his jaw, soothing her fingers back around to the nape of his neck. her hand is a cradle of warmth, his cold skin leeching at it, so she smooths her hand over his cool skin till he feels warm too before settling further against his chest. fingers lace with his, eyes shutting. when she speaks again she whispers, as if there is some secret pact between them here ; as if the prophecies she sees stalk around their camp on too many limbs, drawn forth by spoken word.   “ do you want to talk about it? ”

[lrdfel]

@gaemblr​     /     no prompt .

if i was an iron lord, i simply wouldn't die. rip to felwinter but im different 

      -     so you have chosen death ?

[lrdfel]

@gaemblr     /    ace inquired:

Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.

      fingers twitched one by one, and soon hands would rise to take his helm off, as it dematerialized and orange eyes met with ace’s . he’d stare, long and hard at his companion    —–    and all at once, it clicked, and metallic plates would move in unison as inch by inch, instantly, emotion burst forth across his face . mesh lips parted . hands that used to be so rough now flitted to ace’s face, down his shoulders, down his arms        —

     felwinter’s hands tangled with ace’s. he lifted his chin and brought eyes back up to meet with his, and suddenly everything just made sense. the cow and the calf, his shotgun thrown over the wall, when ace turned to hide a smile, the smile that broke out across his own face. it all made sense. and it was like everything in the universe shone just a little brighter, here, gazing upon ace’s face and his everything. 

      “    show me how ,    “ he sounded breathless. he was an exo. “    i’m sorry    —     i’m sorry i never noticed it before . please , show me .    “

[lrdfel]

@gaemblr​    -    cayde-6.      /      starter call.

      “    if it isn’t who i think it is    ...    cayde . what brings you here  ?  another offer for a gamble ?   “

[orphidian]

                      𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ):   james

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):   14 october

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ):   triple libra ( idk what this means but it sounds fun )

FOUR ( HEIGHT ):   5′8

FIVE ( HOBBIES ):    viddy gaems, naps, tapping into my inner marie kondo to reorganize my friends/fiance’s living spaces, drawing, i sometimes write idk

SIX ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):   the redwall series, dark tower but only when i mentallly inject matty and vanessa’s takes into my visual landscape while reading, literally anything written by robin mckinley, their eyes were watching god, dune, the destiny cookbook

SEVEN ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ):    probably the mysterious vanishing of elektra by anna von hausswolff but tell me why this is stuck in my head 

EIGHT ( LAST SHOW WATCHED ): simping for kimiko in the boys

NINE ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):  i re read ecdysis and watch arrival (2016)

TEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  ophidian (snake imagery baked into orin’s story) + orpheus (the story of him and eurydice is just. wowee. the story of orin and her two greatest loves but she reverse unos)

tagged by: @tzdkh stole this from exo thanks exo tagging: @dcschain @cllgood @gaemblr @glorykill @adheros @exilegend + whoever else xoxo

[cybled-a]

so i was talking w/ @gaemblr about this and finally have some time to really sit down and type out my thoughts about cybel and his response to europa/stasis/the deep stone crypt and here we go this is me jotting down some notes and i’ll update his bio later: 

was among the first to land on europa to start helping out the eliksni trying to evacuate, also to help stop eramis’ plans  

acquired stasis. so far he’s relatively stable, but his patience is shorter and he snaps more easily. internally he feels something darker than just small irritations brewing but he’s not sure what to make of that and won’t talk to cetus about it 

walking through europa and having random memories triggered by the snow and ice, the rooms he once walked through centuries ago in another life, was incredibly disorienting and has contributed to his feelings of instability 

went into the deep stone crypt raid with sol and four other guardians. hearing bray’s voice was nothing short of triggering. used stasis throughout the raid and was more of a berserker than his usual controlled self. had a lotttt of feelings about seeing atraks as an eliksni exo  

which are causing him to have some increased discomfort with his own secondary arms but that he is talking to cetus about. it took him a long time to get used to having them when he first got them and to have some dexterity with them, and now those feelings of bodily discomfort/dysmorphia are returning and he has to wonder if there’s some hidden memories from europa this is all dredging up (re: the lore we read about bray trying to give exos extra arms) 

[orphidian]

𝙿𝚁𝙴-𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝟶.𝟸  /  @gaemblr  /  accepting

orin + cayde

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  orin is the good influence  /  orin is the bad influence  /  cayde is the good influence  /  cayde is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  cayde is orin’s childhood crush  /  orin is cayde’s childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited from orin’s side  /  unrequited  from cayde’s side   /  unrequited from both sides  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating on orin  /  cheating with orin  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  ??? /  siblings [ step ]  /  orin is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  orin is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  orin is a parental figure to yours  /  orin is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  cayde is taken under mines wing  /  orin is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

orin + ace

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  / friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship /  orin is the good influence  /  orin is the bad influence  /  ace is the good influence  /  ace is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.    childhood sweethearts  /  ace is orin’s childhood crush  /  orin is ace’s childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited from orin’s side  /  unrequited  from a ce’s side   /  unrequited from both sides  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating on orin  /  cheating with orin  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  ??? /  siblings [ step ]  /  orin is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  orin is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  orin is a parental figure to yours  /  orin is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  ace is taken under mines wing  /  orin is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  / developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

orin + andal

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  / friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship /  orin is the good influence  /  orin is the bad influence  /  andal is the good influence  /  andal is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.    childhood sweethearts  /  andal is orin’s childhood crush  /  orin is andal’s childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited from orin’s side  /  unrequited  from andal’s side   /  unrequited from both sides  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating on orin  /  cheating with orin  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  ??? /  siblings [ step ]  /  orin is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  orin is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  orin is a parental figure to yours  /  orin is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  cayde is taken under mines wing  /  orin is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  / developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies /  exes turned enemies  /  other .