#orpheus triple texter confirmed

[orpheusaoide]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖/ @ohartemis​​

[ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟐𝟑 ] 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ?¿ [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟐 ] 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟕 ] 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬! 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭!!! [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟒𝟓 ] 𝑶𝑹𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑼𝑺 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

A gentle crimson finds its way onto Orpheus’s cheeks as they sip away at some too-strong drink through a too-small, too-thin straw almost certainly made for stirring. Perhaps it is the influence of that very same too-strong drink that compels Orpheus to keep pressing send, an amused smile tugging at the corners of their cheeks. Three text messages and a calling card, then followed up immediately with an image of an animated dancing cat. That’ll get her attention, they think, gaze glued to the little SENT accompanying each message, willing it to turn to READ. It felt as though it had been ages since last they saw Artemis, the Heteraidia effectively cornering them into a state of chronic busyness. They had enjoyed it, at first, enjoyed how it fueled their ego, made them feel important. Now? They wanted nothing more than to be forgotten — not forever, no they could not bear forever, but just for a few hours. Just long enough to breathe, just long enough to rest.

It felt only natural to seek out Artemis — Artemis, her very name synonymous with things like friend, ally, twin flame, and confidant . . . They could not lend too much thought to the topic, now, without reducing themself to a tipsy, blubbering mess. So, they waited, ignoring notifications of text messages and social media insights with the flick of a thumb, all while mulling about the Aegis back-stage. 

They were unsure of how long had passed since their first message sent when they see her, just across the way. “Artemis!” They call, smile apparent in their tone. “There you are. I’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere.” They approach her, all smiles and sunshine; drink in their hand reduced to the mingling of melted ice cubes and a few drops of alcohol, and the stir straw left hanging out of the side of their mouth, soothing their fixation. “Did’ja get my messages, come to hang out for a little while?”