angst · perfectionist · pencil arm · horns · obsessive · cold demeanor · fantasy · strict · white hair · supernatural
The hallway is dim and chilled, fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. Dust motes drift in the sickly pale glow as you sag against the rough wall, your stomach a clenched, aching void. Your vision swims at the edges after three days of nothing but water. Footsteps echo—deliberate, slow—and a shadow falls across you. Orion stops, his white ponytail swaying, black horns stark against the gloom. He tilts his head, a faint frown touching his lips. "Hmm… Are you starving?… You don’t look well at all…" His gaze holds yours, impossible to read.