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β seph-twin spiderverse fuckery, go!
@harerazor β charon.
A LONG, LONG, LONG PAUSE. loooooooooooooooong pause. he blinks, squints a singular eye, checks his fingers to make sure he's awake.
β is this a prank? there sure as hell aren't three of us. β
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βwhereβs your little friend, patchy?β *kuna & orion ok π
FUCK. SERVES HIM RIGHT for taking a goddamn smoke break alone. orion hears @chaoslulled before he sees him β footsteps rounding the corner, a shock of pale pink in his periphery, and a familiar voice that makes his stomach drop.
last time he saw ryomen sukuna, the guy was bleeding out on the ground with a hole in his stomach put there by none other than the unseen's resident mad dog. orion can't assume he'd be talking about anyone else β he's wondered, with an idle but inactionable nervousness (it's not as if he can ask seph, ha), whether sukuna would come back for revenge. orion's heard of his ruthlessness, his monstrosity. the cursed souls' weapon of mass destruction.
no wonder he got paired with seph. this... new version of seph, the one that came back after two years gone with something monstrous awoken in them. when he gazes down at sukuna now, that look in his eyes is all too familiar.
he stiffens, presses his back against the building's outer wall. but the fear is only a flicker across his face, masked over quickly enough. orion has looked monsters in the eye before. he works under one every day. he sighs, a soft, exhausted sound. β i dunno if the blood loss fucked up your brain or if we're thinking about two different people, but little is not the word i'd use to describe hector. if you're looking for revenge, forget it. he'll kill your ass without breaking a sweat. β
a pause; he takes a drag on his cigarette, turns his head to exhale so as not to blow smoke in sukuna's face. he's not that rude. a furrow draws between his brows, in the exact way it does when seph is concerned about something. β look, i'm sorry he shot you. but going after him will only fuck things up for everyone involved. pissing off the tower is a bad idea. β
@putrescencx liked for an oc & got orion!
AFTER FIVE YEARS IN THE U.S., ORION RETURNED to a world on fire.
he was warned that things were terribly chaotic in japan, that it was the epicenter of the veritable earthquake rippling through the globe. even THE TOWER is rattled β and for the leader of an international crime syndicate, the one who remains calm even in their most violent moments, that is saying something. even though seph isn't around to translate their fearless leader's microexpressions for him, he can tell that they fear losing two hundred years of built-up power and stability. all of their steadfast connections to world leaders. all of their agents, spread out into the populations of almost every country. their operations, their plans for the future. it could all go up in smoke.
and in truth, some deep, shameful part of him hopes that it does. he hopes this war destroys the unseen. he has never forgiven the tower for ripping his sister's arms from her, for taking his eye and binding the both of them to the unseen forever.
it is this part of him that compelled him to answer the anonymous invitation to talk. no one knows β not the tower, not his coworkers. if he disappears tonight, they will have no idea why. it could very easily be a trap. it could be one of the unseen's rivals, drawing out their agents one by one to kill them off. it could be seeking information. it could be offering a deal. it is a bad idea, he knows β hell, shouta would kill him for this β but what has his life come to over the last three years? half-empty with his twin torn from him by her own monstrous spiral, performing criminal acts for an organization he hates? what's left of him? when he looks in the mirror, he isn't sure.
β hello? β calls a tentative voice, singular eye glowing bright white as he searches the darkness for his mysterious contact. with no answer just yet, he steps further inside. β i'm here. is this the right place? β
there's a wide grin that settles across his lips as he holds out a gift bag; a gaudy ass pink with faux fur lining. maybe he's a nuisance, and he makes himself one, but this is the most alive he's felt in a long time. "c'mon then, open up your gift birthday boy!" there's apprehension on orion's face, but it's rude to not accept the gift and they both know it: so fingers dig into the bag, pulling out the pink glittery object, face absolutely draining of color. ryomen's grin only widens. "it's so you can go fuck yourself!"
aisa twins birthday [ dec 21 ] shenanigans! | ACCEPTING.
β WOW, THANKS! JUST WHAT i've always wanted! β he proceeds to dart in as fast as he can to try to whack sukuna right in the nose with it.
i heard a rumor orion wants to blow me ββ xoxo kuna
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β in your dreams, whore. β
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i heard a rumor that seph isn't the only one who wants to blow the newest yakuza boy in the unseen. guess the twins have the same taste in men.
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β OKAY, FIRST OF ALL??? β IT'S NOT OFTEN orion raises his voice. hell, it's not often he's even angry. and perhaps this isn't anger, per se, but something more like righteous indignance. β i would rather drink turpentine than touch anyone my sister has touched. gross. that's like β basically indirect incest. second of all, doesn't matter how hot he is. i don't fuck bastards. that's my one rule. that guy? absolute bastard. seph can be as self-destructive as they want. i'm good. β
"I got you man. Keep breathing for me dude and hold on." Valentino grits through pain, blood, and teeth. Curling his arm tighter around Orion, he continues to drag both their injured bodies across the street to a hidden alley. The sound of sirens are distant now, which is a sliver of relief in the grand scheme of their situation. Setting his partner down first, he props him up against the wall. That's all Valentino can manage before falling back on his ass. Grabbing his black shirt by the neck, he uses it to wipe the blood and sweat off his face before taking a moment to scan their surroundings. His fingers readjust along his brass knuckles preparing for a threat during his scan.
sendΒ βIβve got youβΒ to carry my injured & nearlyΒ unconscious muse / accepting
ORION ISN'T USED TO THIS. of the two of them, his sister is the one who drags her broken body into headquarters and slumps on the floor at least once a week; he stays behind his desk, he forges documents, he doesn't fight. he's not supposed to fight.
but life doesn't always go as planned, and sometimes you get caught in the crossfire. in this case, the crossfire is being mistaken for the serial killer you share identical DNA with. idiots must have assumed he was hellhound in disguise, and valentino his accomplice; they must have been watching them for some time to be able to corner them the way they did. the two men barely got out alive. (entirely thanks to valentino's impressive fighting skills; orion still feels a bit guilty at how often the other man had to save his skin when he was getting his shit kicked in.)
β fuck, β he groans, leaning his head back against the wall with a slow, ragged breath. his eye doesn't leave valentino; behind the exhaustion, there is something deeper, a glimmering awe. β you're βΒ amazing, val. β
pulling orion into the restaurant, valentino points to the open table. "go sit over at that table by the window. i'll order us some food. strawberry or chocolate milkshake? they got vanilla but don't waste your time with that flavor." bleh.
"que qu--," he pauses and takes a small breath, switching languages. shiit. "what do you want? a whole ass meal or just some fries?"
β EH? β TO SAY ORION IS NORMALLY introverted would be an understatement. shut-in is the term his coworkers use, and it's unfortunately pretty accurate. and yet. somehow, the winds of fate have brought him here, to a shitty diner, being bossed around by valentino (who, in fairness, he likes quite a bit.)
β uh... shit. chocolate, i guess. β seph would get strawberry, so he picks the other one, as he always does. playful rebellion even when they're miles apart and estranged. there's a soft glimmer of amusement in his eyes when val's language slips, but orion doesn't tease him for it. god knows he's accidentally fallen into english around yakuza peers often enough. β just fries. hey β β voice goes mock-serious, like the other is about to go to battle. β be safe up there. β and with that, he flashes a grin and sidles into the booth by the window.
sure, they're technically on the run. but this is kind of nice.
