Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ─── MY MELANCHOLY BLUES!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME, ORION FELT GOOD ABOUT THE WORLD. The feeling she'd been searching for her entire life that she couldn't quite reach. Then when she was least expecting it, when she wasn't chasing it, it grew soft and gentle into her heart.
Sure, everything around her felt complicated and convoluted. Jackson still wanted the agility, power, protruding canines, and hazardous claws of a werewolf. Peter Hale was lurking about, possibly planning who his next victim was, and Derek was supposedly on his side, despite him killing his sister. Not to mention, the Argents were closing in on the werewolves, plotting something themselves. And yet, Orion felt an inexplicably fulfilling sense of euphoria.
Perhaps it was due to the winter formal on the horizon. Orion had been excited for the night of celebration since it was announced back in January. School dances, specifically the annual winter formal, had long been something she'd loathed. Orion always resented those that got joy from it, insulting them whenever she could, and always spent the night in bed watching reruns of The Nanny. It wasn't her fault──getting dumped at one when you're thirteen for feeling too much tended to do that to a girl. But this year was different, as it was her ticket to being a normal teenage girl again, and maybe because Orion enjoyed getting dressed up and dancing to good music.
Or, perhaps it was because of a rather tall teenage boy with a shaved head and speckled face that she couldn't stop thinking about. The one who caused her cheeks to flush and make her feel like a hundred butterflies had taken flight in her stomach. When it came to the issue of Stiles Stilinski, Orion had come to a conclusion...sort of. She felt something for him, something she'd only felt once, and that ended poorly for her. And that was all she knew.
Orion wanted this happiness, this pure exhilarating feeling, to last forever. But because of her curiosity and uncertainty, she couldn't help but feel as if it wouldn't.
It all felt like this peculiar calm before a roaring storm. A time of unusual peace and tranquility. Everything was quiet, and the air was gentle and relaxing. The clouds were heavy and grey of every shade but not destructive, not yet. The storm brewing above doesn't feel quite terrifying. There's no booming thunder and flashing bolts of lightning striking down, followed by increasingly tempestuous rain. There was only stillness in the air, only the calm. Until it wasn't. Something Orion was familiar with.
