A memory. "There would never be another night like this."
since i've read Ororon's story about the night he spent with the Fatui and Capitano and tried fire-water, drinking as one of them, and later asked for the recipe on how to make it i've been thinking about it
u know, like a normal person.
anyway this takes place after months of trying to make fire-water on his own, honing the craft and learning through mistakes on how to make the perfect one he could call 'Astral Mist'
it's while doing this -chasing after a taste he wants to replicate, longing for a night he will not forget, of companionship and ease, that i think he realises the longing extends to a person he will never talk with ever again.
im once again absolutely normal about this :)
ALSO a silly extra
ororon i see you and i love you and all your weirdness. 🤝takes one to know one.







