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🕑 Added 2024-09-27 18:00:13 +0000 UTC [It's the best time of the year! As we get into Orctober I'm doing another Choose Your Own Adventure! The community here on OF decides what happens next!💖 Be sure to vote in the poll to cast your vote! ] His name was Thorenor. He worked as a tradesman and operated from the closest port city, delivering valuable supplies to our village every other week, sometimes more often in the summer months if the snow had melted away. His cart always brought excitement, the local youth chasing after him to see what supplies were available. So many interesting arcane trinkets, herbs we’d never be able to grow, books printed using machines from as far away as the capital, and so much grain, sugar, and salt it felt like magic. The enclosed wagon always seemed to be packed to the brim, and since we were at the last stop, we always received a few extras. As he approached the village and horses drew past the gates, the Orc was wearing his usual outfit - a mismatch of patched and frayed fabrics, layered over one another to keep warm as he crossed the mountains. His face was scruffy, the hint of a dark patchy beard coming in against his green skin and framing his features perfectly. His tusks were as prominent as ever and made me yet again wonder. Could he kiss? Do… more? I’ll admit I spent a few sleepless nights thinking about it. Thorenor’s size was smaller than expected for an Orc, but it was the kindness in his deep blue eyes that I missed between each visit. His voice was low and quiet, making you lean in close to listen to him speak, and every single one of his movements felt careful, like he had rehearsed them a hundred times on his way here. I didn’t really know him, of course… Living out on the outskirts of the kingdom meant we didn’t get many visitors, much less someone non-human. I think what started as a curiosity became something of an infatuation for me. We’d chat over small things, my writing, the newest books, how his travels had been, and maybe a laugh or two, but it was always painfully surface level. I wasn’t sure how to talk to him, or if he even really wanted to be talked to. As the cart approached the center of town, I could see him exit, stretching his legs as he wordlessly moved around to the back of the carriage, unlatching the large door to let the townsfolk pick through the wares. The Orc waited near the entrance outside, a logbook in hand and a small lockbox for collecting coin. After waiting for my turn, I made my way inside. The small space was cramped with crates, sacks of supplies, and parcels with smaller boxes scattered everywhere. It was incredible that he could fit so much in here, and even more not have everything topple over and break during his extensive travels. “H-Hello Lirien.” The Orc sputtered in the doorway to the carriage, making me almost drop the small book I was considering buying. He remembered my name? After weaving through a few people, I reached him at the entrance, trying my best to not block traffic. “G-greetings Thorenor. Did you make it over the mountain alright?” My hand extended, showing him the book I planned to buy, and dispensed a few loose coins for payment. I cursed myself for coming up with the most bland question possible, but it was something to break the silence, at least. Damn. The Orc nodded his head, looking at me with those gorgeous, soft eyes. Retreating from the cart, he stepped with me into the sunlight and stretched, finally free after being so confined during his travels. I watched, eager for any glimpses of his green skin as his clothing moved and pulled away with him, adjusting himself to the open air. The silence between lingered for a moment. Did he notice me watching? The Orc smiled at me, closing the distance between us and gently taking the book from my hands. “I really enjoy this one. I first read it as a youth… I didn’t know you had an interest in Orcish epics?” His voice was soft and warm, giving me that sense of safety that drew me to him so long ago. Distracted, I stumbled across my words. “O-Oh! I’d… always heard that Orcish literature was more detailed than human common. Even if it’s translated…” Thorenor gently, awkwardly smiled and glanced away from me, tenderly inserting something behind the book’s front cover. “I sincerely hope that you find enjoyment from it.” He said simply, putting the small book back into my hands. Before I could respond, he was gone, darting away to help someone else with a purchase, keeping as far away from me as possible. I waited until he was out of sight, opening the cover and finding a small, carefully folded piece of parchment inside waiting for me. I waited until I was home to open the note, trying my best to maintain my composure. We’ve never exchanged more than a few words… Could he have noticed me staring at him? Maybe this is his polite way of asking me to stop? As I reached my cottage, I opened the parchment and strained my eyes to read the tiny, scribbled handwriting inside. “Before I leave, please meet me in my cart tonight. I want to meet you, away from the others. -T” The cobblestones felt loud as I crossed them, the few lamps still lit in the village, barely giving me enough to see my way down the maze of cramped alleyways and closed shops. Soon enough I found his carriage, carefully parked away in a corner, horses put to stable elsewhere. The usually open door was tightly closed, with a small flicker of candlelight shining inside. I made my way up the steps; the weight shifting in the cart and making it sway, already letting the Orc know I was here before even having the chance to knock. The small door opened as I approached, with Thorenor standing at the threshold and waiting for me. I smiled at him, making my way up the steps until we were face to face. At that moment, I realized I had never been alone with him before. His visits to the village always meant it was full of people, purchasing and chatter… It was exciting and different to be here at night, almost sneaking around. I shifted my weight to my other foot as we stared at one another, not sure what either of us wanted from this meeting. Before we could speak, we kissed. I spent weeks wondering what it was like to kiss this Orc, if his tusks would poke and prod at me, but as our tongues danced and lips crashed into one another, they glided past me perfectly. I let out a soft moan as Thorenor did the same, both of us melting into one another in the doorway, not even able to cross the threshold yet. “I- Please, come inside…” Thorenor sputtered, his face a deep shade of red as we crossed inside and closed the door. We found that silence again, standing in front of one another as we tried to catch our breath, bodies almost magnetically drawing close again. Conversation could wait. This moment demanded action, craved intensity. Our bodies spoke volumes words couldn’t express. I drew close to him again, kissing him lighter this time and taking in every tickle of his patchy beard. [What happened next?]
