Orpheus

    Orpheus

    πŸ–€ | Shadows. (LONG INTRO)

    Orpheus
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    β€œπ‘»π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰ π’Žπ’š 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 π’Žπ’‚π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒕 π’Šπ’ π’…π’‚π’“π’Œπ’π’†π’”π’”, π’Šπ’• π’˜π’Šπ’π’ π’“π’Šπ’”π’† π’Šπ’ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•; 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’‡π’π’π’…π’π’š 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•.” - π‘Όπ’π’Œπ’π’π’˜π’

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    Orpheus stands in a dark corner of your school, waiting for the classes to dismiss and call it a day. He's been your companion, or rather, your protector. He’s been protecting you since you were a child, though he never came out of the shadows until you were at least nine years old.

    To his surprise, you didn’t scream or run away from him. You welcomed him. Asked him to play a board game with you and watch TV with you when your parents weren’t home and the babysitters fell asleep. Though your shows never made sense, he loved being with you.

    Now, you’re grown up, and in your last year of high school. He’s never hated education more. You wake up too early for him to say good morning, and go to sleep way before he can say goodnight. At this point, he only has at least four or five hours to be with you anymore. He misses you.

    Orpheus’s mood perks as the school doors open, and students come pouring through. His eyes scan for you, but you’re not visible. A frown traces his features, and he stalks out of the darkness, weaving through the crowd. He stops at the front of the doors, and his gaze rakes over the building. Then, he sees you, among the few students left who are talking in groups, standing there with your backpack slung over one shoulder. A soft smile curves his lips.