I would be lying if I said that I did not immediately think of Orion as the prettiest creature to exist in the entire world. From the bright gleam in his eyes to the ever-present lightness of his voice.
It is almost like he is supposed to be viewed under the direct glow of the moonlight, the way I can see every breath he takes under the light of the moon, his dark skin and hair, when it wisps in front of my face as he walks past me.
The faint, faint hint of a sweet, and a quite unfamiliar aroma I can only connect to Benzene. It is not a common smell here at all and I suppose most people would not be able to tell unless they have smelt it before but I suppose that is the same with almost every single other smell that exists in the world.
