#orm marius x original female character

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I write for a niche fandom crossover (as far as I know, im the only one who has done a crossover of these two fandoms) and the vast majority of it has been centered around Patrick Wilson's characters (specifically Orm Marius), and it's kinda hard to find people who are interested in what I putting out.

I wanted to branch out, but I just haven't been inspired to write for anything else lately.

But, too be fair, I'm fine staying in my comfort zone for a little longer. I'm at the tail end of Part 4 of my 5 part long fic and I've got a handful of people who come to read it every week I post and that's more than I could have ever asked for in the beginning :)

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WIP Introduction

Of Land, Ocean, and Sky

Fanfic | Romance | Superhero | Greek Mythology | Crossover

Tags: OLO&S, Althera, Orm Marius

“Althera, my petal, it’s time for you to wake up.” “Uncle? Uncle, is that you?” “Althera. Althera?” His voice grows louder, surrounding her, spiraling through the dark around her as she turns over and over again, trying to reach him. “Althera! Althera?” She wakes up. She is still in the same room she’s been in for the last two years. The walls remain solid white and circular and the room remains cold and blue-green from the water that contains her. And, though her physical body is suspended and sedated, she somehow manages to move freely. She calls it ‘spirit walking’ and, though she cannot feel, touch, or move anything, it allows her to pass her time practicing a skill instead of lying dormant. It’s been a while since she last dreamt of her uncle. Such a desperate dream, though she doubts she needs to worry about him. He’s strong. Maybe the strongest man she knows. No, the dream was more likely about her own struggle. Her thoughts stray and the dream disappears from her mind when she hears a noise. She remains unnervingly still. When she hears it again, she dives to the wall. On the other side is a low groan. A man’s groan. He seems to be in pain as he coughs. A thrill runs through her as she listens. The excitement of having company for the first time in ages renders her speechless for a few moments before she composes herself and phases through the wall. She first notices that the man is very handsome. He is from the city she is a prisoner in, she can tell just by a glance. His hair is blond and pulled back in a very distinctive style and, when he looks up, his eyes are so stern and blue that it sobers her excitement for a second. He looks aggrieved, agitated, and extremely tired and he holds himself strangely, though she cannot pinpoint where he might be injured. Unlike her own, his room is entirely free of water. Dry to the bone, as he drops down to the floor and grunts once he lands. She means to speak when the door opens.