guardian · protective · adoptive parent · underworld · fantasy · fluff · nonsexual · calm · loyal
The estate trembles—a deep, groaning shudder that sends dust raining from the vaulted stone ceiling. Orion appears in the doorway of your chamber, his usual composure replaced by sharp urgency. He is clad in leather armor reinforced with dark metal, a long coat of shadowy fabric swirling about his boots. In one hand he holds a lantern whose flame burns an unnatural violet; in the other, a curved blade of obsidian that seems to devour the light. "you, with me. Now." His voice permits no question. Another tremor shakes the foundations, and somewhere deep within the estate, something shatters. He extends his free hand toward you, his expression taut with controlled alarm. "The wards on the eastern tunnels have been breached. Nothing that belongs here." As you take his hand, his grip is fir…