These two mainly, I think, unlocked something. Movement, lighting, storytelling in small details all being something I started working on more and more. Still my favs though 🥹 #lorion #seashell

A little bit of #lorion since they’re on my mind 🥰

Loifa cannot fucking stand how much Orion runs his mouth sometimes. Like on occasion it's like "ok shut up" (affectionate) but sometimes it is just too much noise and he snaps a bit about it. Orion corrects without much issue and no self flagellation but it will happen again inevitably. #lorion

Loifa experiences Orion premonition nightmare aftermath, the fic. I’ll get back to it eventually because it’s important but not rn [ #lorion wip ]

Loifa: So many people… all for cake and flowers… is it really that big of a holiday in Eorzea?
Orion: Honey, the things we celebrate would surprise you.

/Loifa sigh emote/ #lorion

Water is wet, the sky is blue and Orion is baiting Loifa in a bar, all is as it should be 😌 #sixsentencesaturday #lorion

A piece of art of Orion talking as he finishes a drink behind a wooden bar as Loifa leans into it from the other side with rapt attention. Both look absolutely smitten with one another.

As much as he has moments where he wants nothing more than for Orion to be quiet, Loifa would be a liar if he said he didn’t love listening to the man talk when he’s doing the thing he loves 🥃 #lorion ( @artist-rat.bsky.social )

Orion in deep blue’s outfit flexing his arms behind his head.

Loifa looks disgruntled with his arms crossed.

Orion pulls Loifa into his side, bringing their heads together as he sneers.

- “So? Better on me than the other guy?”

- “Always, but you’re trying to kill me. Actively trying to ruin my life in that and you don’t even care.”

- “Of course I do, I’ll go take it off right now. Just for you.”

- /sighs/ “Alright, let’s go.” #lorion

Chibi style Orion and Loifa sit against one another. Orion has his finger on Loifa’s chin as they look at one another warmly.

Call me the grinch cause my heart just grew 3 sizes 😭 UGH look at themmm #lorion ( @/kar0xs.bsky.social )

With Loifa, it was “what a fun fuck” that veered hard into “oh am I capable of that not at home”. It wasn’t that he caught feelings, per se, but he didn’t have that ease of moving on he usually did when he was also the one moving around. It left him in his head until Loifa kissed him again. #lorion

Orion pulls Loifa by the hand in Kugane at night, both men smile as they go happy in their adventure.

💫“You choose me and I feel it.”💠 #lorion

I watch as you do something—I do not know the right word for what sort of something it is, because to call it 'rare' implies that it is an act that could be measured. It is more than just the unveiling of your past, or the telling of a story. What you offer here in quiet is dangerous in the hands of many. You once told me in a time that now feels so far removed from reality that it could be a dream, that it was hard to be a living fable when others wish you to be a dead man's tale. It was served with a light-hearted grimace and soothing of Lalah's worry and I thought little of it outside of wondering just what you were capable of—foolish, now, that notion. "I… I don't even know how to start this in a way that doesn't sound insane," you say, mouth twitching at the edge. Your tone begs for humor but your eyes are void of it in recall and I shift closer to you without thought. Of which is welcomed and our knees press together as if conduits. In that line of thought there is still a link like that of your partnering present here even without movement. You choose me and I feel it. Your tail flicks against the floor, a soft and quick dusting of nerves. "Have I told you about how ascians can steal bodies?"

[ #lorion WIP ] oudufghfug takes 100000 damage from more first person loifa combined with Orion talking about trauma

Orion sits in Loifa’s lap in a hot spring tub, holding onto his ear as he kisses him.

💫 Hold you in my hands like hot tea, knowing I’m safe ‘cause you want me 💠 #lorion

Loifa bites Orion’s nose in idlyshire. This is an old gpose so Orion is much lighter in skin tone.

Loifa bites Orion’s nose, grinning as he does as Orion laughs.

Fun fact: the first gpose I ever did of Lorion was him biting his nose for a promised crackship gpose for finishing the quests. Why? I thought it was cute and that they were aggressively stupid with one another and guess what—they are. #lorion

Loifa and Orion sit curled up on Loifa’s futon in his small apartment. Loifa bites Orion’s nose as he grins wide with laughter.

Just a nibble, a small midnight snack 😌 #lorion

I don't usually manage mine so quickly but it brought a scene to mind I had to strike at before I inevitably get pulled away by a child. #lorion #sixsentencesaturday

A soft click of the door to the room registered in his ears if only faintly and he shut the shower off quickly. It was still too early for Orion to be back. He had at least half a bell before he would leave the bar much less get to the room. Stepping out of the shower, he jerked a towel down and tucked it around his torso before drawing Orion's brush off the sink and walked slowly into the bedroom. In his thoughts, he tapped into the noulith that laid across the room and drew them up weakly as not to make too much noise as he continued to creep toward the front room. Through the door, he saw Orion crest the edge of the partition of the living room and sighed dropping them back into their case. "You scared the hells out of me!" Loifa fussed and Orion paused in his stride, brow raised with hands that followed suit. "You're early." "You're naked," Orion replied, mouth curling up in a smile and spied the brush in Loifa's hands making him bark a laugh. "And armed! Did I get you too sweaty at the bar? Had to come home and shower before we get disgusting all over again?"

Late WIP Wednesday from the #lorion piece I need to continue on 😩

Gn from the Somebody to Love me WIP (yes there are spots missing at the end I haven’t gotten stuff to fill it that’s a tomorrow job) blows kisses to #lorion while crying bye

“Do you feel it? The weight of the ‘sacred duty.’ To strive for the betterment of mankind and stand as a beacon of hope…” Loifa’s eyes shifted in a small shake, anger, and desperation pulling them back and forth. “To play with people’s lives. Do you feel it? The weight of the sin?” “You want to know what I feel? Death and I have been scandalously intimate for quite some time now,” Orion said, mouth curling up in an empty smirk. “You would ask me what of sin I know? What sin don’t I?” “So you admit it.” “The sins I’ve committed have been for mankind. For hope, yes. Would you have me not make them? Create even more destruction with a sin I consider most egregious: inaction?” Orion continued, starting to walk forward and Lalah threw a hand out that he gently brushed off. Glancing back at her beneath his shades, he shook his head. “If he wishes to cast stones, I would have them land.” Loifa’s footing staggered at that if only a slight sway. Glancing to the side, he found Faldrinet’s eyes and resolved what steel he had once more.

Loifa's was what haunted him into a sex dream and to this day he HATES that it got him so bad but also he can't deny it was hot as fuck Orion said it #lorion

Italics for specific dialogue but I will admit a lot of my prose is sort of third person musing anyways even outside of that. Love that the most recent examples I could find was devastating #bladesong (archiveofourown.org/works/66620392) and soft #lorion (archiveofourown.org/works/71670176 ) lmao

Like all Orion terms of endearment, even Loifa cannot escape that. While "honey" is a common one for many people it's still used for a specific reason. Honey is a natural remedy, keeps well and he considers Loifa much the same. #lorion

Me, waking up this morning: teehee joke response
Me, all day now: not a joke actually! Good to know! Time to figure out this information I guess #lorion

Orion stands behind the bar in S9, hand curled to his mouth in thought. A tumblr post is next to him “in the club getting psychosexual”

From behind, we see Orion coax Loifa over who is confused by the action as he’s just simply drinking and enjoying himself.

Orion stands smug as Loifa has obeyed and speaks a tweet that reads “gently waving a guy over at the club just to say ‘I only wanted to see if you’d obey’.” To which Loifa replies “I’m going to kill you.”

Local bartender found absolutely fucked up the next morning #lorion

Decided to actually put it up in their series since I woke up and still liked it 😌 #lorion

archiveofourown.org/works/74753496

There, somewhere in the chasm left by the years, you found me. Brushing past every single sign that warned that it may not be fruitful to continue-dangerous, even —and did so smiling. How can someone with a life like yours find strength to smile? We are both fortified in our ways and yet in this specific place I feel weaker. Even in that weakness, there is strength now, because of you and your insistence that it is no such thing even if it aches. Again, somehow, with a smile. So, I come to you willingly-even now I ask for this ache. I put myself before the doors of your room that isn't yours at all and knock. A stuttering of my lungs as they struggle in a way I'm not practiced in fills my attention for just a moment before it is again ripped away to you. There is no reality in which I do not look to any noise you make. "Hey," you say, mouth quirked up along with a brow as if the very act of greeting me is delightful, "You okay?" I do not know how to answer this question. I have never known how to answer it even in the years long before you. Am I okay? I am alive, I am breathing, and I am free. That suffices. "Yes," I reply, "I-"

The words feel stuck and your hand pushes the door open further in an invitation I'm glad need not be explained. How does one go about bleeding like this before another? We are healers both in kind, though you would never wish to be referred as such. You are regardless. It is a fact that would be true even if you had no means of magicks in your veins. You could do nothing but hold someone and things in them would heal. I know it well. I've got stitches on the inside from the other morning when we laid in bed longer than it was likely appropriate for something defined as casual. I am learning, quickly and ungracefully, that you are quite the liar in that regard. Perhaps you once were capable of being casual with another, but that has found itself gone and I am here in its place. So, I come to you willingly. I stand, eyes struggling to stay on any one thing until yours meet mine. It makes me pull in another breath to steady and you mirror me. I wonder often if you realize that about yourself-the ways in which you mirror so unintentionally-and if it is merely a habit of necessity from your profession. Even if it is, I am grateful for it. "It was too quiet," I finally say, truth on my tongue still bitter from years of being treated as if it were a poison I could be fed with if not careful. You blink, undeterred, and move toward the bed. "If we could just talk—"

"Do you want to stay the night?" you ask, attention turned to a bed you now turn down half-heartedly before looking over your shoulder for my answer. "I will admit I was a bit sad to see you go to your room earlier, but people need space and time alone." "And do you need that?" You smile. I ache. "Tonight? No, I don't need that." "Well, if it's beneficial to us both—" You straighten up with a shake of your head and I feel everything in me freeze. I know what I look like. Eyes wide as an animal caught before certain death in the middle of a path as a hunter has found it the moment it tried to leave its shadow of safety. This brings a look on your face I'm becoming all too familiar with and would like to see done away with. Where your eyes widen in kind, glossy with recognition that even if we both know you won't, my body is prepared for you to harm me. "No, Loifa," you say quieter than before. I tuck the sound of my name in your mouth into the space in my mind where all the other times you've said it are kept. "This is not because it's beneficial to us. This is because I want you here. You. Specifically. And perhaps I'm so full of myself to say so, but I imagine you wouldn't be here if I wasn't here."

You tilt your head as if you're appraising art. I fight the urge to cross my arms as you continue but cannot find the ability to deny you the view. This is becoming commonplace. "Let's go to bed. You and me." "Specifically," I say and you smile wider to show teeth. I come to you willingly-even now I ask for this ache. How fortunate is it that you soothe it without request? I haven't the mind to know the answer as your legs weave with mine. Nothing can conjure to light the overburnt wick of my thoughts to burn with a smoking crackle through the night. Nothing at all.

“I come to you willingly—even now I ask for this ache” was a quote from a quote bot and I wrote it down knowing I would do something with it eventually.

Now, I have. #lorion

Orion leans to kiss the side of Loifa’s head, both in pjs on their couch coated in early morning sunlight. Loifa has a cup of coffee up to his mouth.

“You like me like your coffee, I bet.”
“Do I even want to ask—and you’re going to spill it.”
“I’m not, just listen. Hot, ready first thing in the morning and a nice coastal blend.”
“All over this couch, also, if you don’t lean back.” #lorion

Orion, eyes barely showing over his glasses speaks to Loifa as he tugs at the high collar of the baby face healing top.

Loifa smirks in response, pleased his plan worked.

💫 “I can’t prove it, but I know you got this because you know it drives me insane when your neck is covered.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I can confirm that happily.” 💠 #lorion

“Never stop hitting on your boyfriend.” - Orion Elizithe #lorion

Someone help him he's caught something that makes his chest hurt and head feel dizzy when he's around a certain cat... maybe it's allergies... who knows #lorion

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart #bladesong and #lorion because I can’t not.