hm. looks like he may have his other guardian to thank, then. that, or one of his godly abilities is being a giant.
either way, it seemingly works for him. orion finishes up his work, stepping away, eyes glued to notebook.
“i have my ways,” vague in his answer, he bites down a smug smile.
“i think you could vastly improve this. give it back when you’re ready and i will return it — credit where credit is due, of course.”
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stunned for a brief moment as she was left glaring at the other. opening the file to take a peak inside — ❛ woah. ❜ she started.
❛ did you steal this from the hephaestus cabin ? ❜
an eyebrow raises, mouth slipping into a flat line. “because i have no reason to lie to you. because i am one hundred percent sure that if you try and cross this bridge, it will fall, and you, directly into that ogre’s mouth.”
especially so when you realize that some of which is in this book, is indeed, happening now. plus, i cannot lie,” a sheepish chuckle, “i find the creation of the aliens in the book incredibly silly. have you read it before?”
amusement twinkles in his eyes, head turned to the side just slightly. he shakes his head, a sign of no ill — will. “no. never apologize for being excited. i enjoyed listening to you. please, i want you to continue, after i answer ——
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⠀⠀ thinking for a moment — curling
⠀⠀ the pages of her book lightly
⠀⠀ while trying to think of an
⠀⠀ answer to satisfy his curiosity,
⠀⠀ until she did,〝 more so i found
⠀⠀ jo very interesting. she’s, well,↷
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your own question.”. digits unfurl, move to close his book, the title flashing —— “oryx and crake” by margaret atwood.
“she’s such an interesting writer. i find her predictions for the state of the future to be incredibly ironic, ——
“a man who has grown taller than biologically expected, if his father’s height is anything to go by.” hand lifting brutus’ arm, comparing size. “may i take measurements?”
a nod of approval, hands placing cup down, curving under his chin. leaning forward, “a good read. is it the familial love that interests you? or the themes of identity and personhood?”
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⠀⠀ a small smile crept up to her face
⠀⠀ as she sits on the seat next to him,
⠀⠀ her hands opening the book to the
⠀⠀ page where she last left off as she
⠀⠀ looks back up at the other,〝 i love
⠀⠀ myself a classic ... little women. 〞
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