#𐫱 ORIN › 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆

[wasntfaira]

❛ nothing i do is for you , darling. unless father requires it. ❜ orin doesn't need the acknowledgement to get the satisfaction of the act -- SHE'D TRICKED HER ! proved she was better at something. father would notice ; eventually. &* while she does not care much for the drow's attention specifically , as their father's chosen , her attention was bhaal himself's attention. so she steps closer , pale eyes widening as a sickly sweet smile tugs at saccharine lips. curiosity killed the cat , after all. ❛ ON A QUEST ? ❜

of course it was her. the mephitis aura of the changeling should have been so obvious, and yet the drow did not detect it somehow. she continues to watch her pallid movements - the way her hands flail and the over-exaggeration of her voice had always made her eyes glaze with a dour expression; orin truly did have a flair for the dramatics. ❝ truly you did not need to go through all of that just for me, dear sister? ❞ cold ruby lips cease the opportunity to snicker via mockery with a single brow raising in its stead; she was annoyed and narrowly trying her damnedest not to give her kin any sort of satisfaction in the matter. ❝ as moved as i am, i really have places to be going. ❞  people to see. things that don't involve you.