#i love orins and durges dynamic sm

[daemon-in-my-head]

I wanted to post the full thing here, but after spending way too much time on editing tumblr decided to be a bitch about it and said 'oopsie smth went wrong-' (oopsie my ass).

Either way, I have finished. Orins character study and the perspective of a delusional yet loveable madwoman. Since tumblr decided to not work, a snippet here and the whole thing is up on ao3. The story is in english btw, just making sure we're all on the same page. I just adore the word I used as a title.

Menschenfalle

She knew him, she told herself as the shaking grew worse. She knew of his adoration for her. And yet, despite the fondness she knew he must've held, despite her hopes, her fruitless dreams of kindship, at this very moment, she could almost taste the bloodlust lingering in the air. Alongside the painful sting as he twisted her knife arm behind her back or the pressure of his free hand clasping around her throat, pinning her to the nearest wall and cutting off her every option to escape his grasp. She knew he'd been an extraordinary spawn. She had admired him, after all, idolized him even. Worshipped him as her undeniable leader. But now, the way he treated her, he didn't seem like the brother she knew. If anything, he truly appeared like Bhaals Slayer now. "Cease your foolishness at once, Orin. Or must I remind you of the place where you belong?" He hissed at her, his fingers digging ever deeper into her throat, "and if I meant it, if I meant whatever heretic thoughts you believe you've discovered, what of it? What will you do, hm?" Malice filled his every word.

She had made a mistake. She should've never checked. Curiosity might've killed the cat, but now it seems to be also taking out the changeling.