Feed the Horde

[Oriena]

“Yes you’re at fucking fault.” She spat it like acid. He was wrong if he assumed she gave a damn that he’d burned the place to the ground (with himself inside it) or that he’d killed the kids. Nox was capable and he could look after himself. Ori understood vengeance. But it didn’t mean she forgave how feverishly close to death he’d felt when she’d hauled him to the hospital. He was the bulwark that stood between Kallisti and annihilation, so he didn’t fucking get to die. Not before she did.

It was fortunate he stood. She wasn’t in the mood for mercy, nor in tempering herself against the metallic press of his hand which came to rest on her hip. The fury in her sparked and darkened. She didn’t hold back much with Nox these days, and nor did the audience of a shitty bar sway her from causing a scene. Fight or fuck, Ori never much cared which.

The thank you pissed her off, irrationally so. She bit him, not gently, but neither did she stop the kiss – only battled him for control of it. Her hand reached to clamp his throat.