orion ondsinn despised his father. enough to take on a different last name.

he despised having to work for the neverseen, having to be trained every day by the higher up members of the cause.

he had telepathy first (his father wanted him to learn everything he deemed important: shattering memories, washing minds, tracking thoughts), then he had lessons in guarding his mind (especially from certain telepaths, including sophie foster), and then he had physical training.

elves weren’t trained to fight- they didn’t have the mental capacity for it. seeing violence would cause them to break… which is exactly why gethen had him training his psyche. and his physical capabilities.

you were a member of the black swan, roped in by your friends biana and sophie. unfortunately for you, you always seemed to end up in a battle with the one person you couldn’t fight- orion. he seemed too… sweet to be the son of one of the most notorious neverseen members.

you stumbled upon him when scoping out an area for the black swan to investigate.

he tilted his head in your direction, hazel eyes tracing over you.

he pushed off of the tree, adjusting the black cape slung over his shoulders, the neverseen eye symbol pinning it.

“sending you on manual labor again?” he mused.