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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
Onision was a terrible son. He picked favorites, loved one person more than the other. One could say it was true that Margaery was the favorite out of his two mothers, maybe it was because she was around more often. Maybe it was because she was first to greet him when he was released from the dark, scary observatory.
He was terrible for feeling this way.
Oni was stuck feeling this way, the deep remorse he felt when Suiteheart had been swept up into the waves of the ocean. Maybe it was destiny, that both of his mothers died together, in some way. They both made the decision, little did he know. He didn't know much of what was happening. Why did they both leave?
Onision knew, faintly, that if Suite went, Margaery would too. Home, something Onision never really understood. For a creature who could live for hundreds of years, home felt so far away. The Fireball felt like something was missing inside of him, like the very smell of his own house made him sick. He couldn't be here anymore. He had to get out.
If immortality was a curse, Onision had no damned idea of it yet. What killed him inside was the fact that he knew, he knew that he was doomed to live a long time. Doomed to watch his boyfriend die before him, doomed to have his children follow that same fate. Maybe it was a curse.
Onision laid outside of his house, unwavering as the voice of Margaery faded through his head. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid to. He was afraid, terrified, of falling asleep, and the sounds of his mothers voices leaving his head forever. Afraid that he would never hear them again, and so he remained awake, tired eyes staring at the moon above him.
Faintly, he hoped that his mothers were satisfied. He had to take care of his siblings now, it was his job. Just the thought of this was so unappealing to Oni right now, though. He just wanted to remember the sound of his mothers voice, to hear it like a record playing on repeat. Over, and over, and over again.
[/td][/tr][/table]He was terrible for feeling this way.
Oni was stuck feeling this way, the deep remorse he felt when Suiteheart had been swept up into the waves of the ocean. Maybe it was destiny, that both of his mothers died together, in some way. They both made the decision, little did he know. He didn't know much of what was happening. Why did they both leave?
Onision knew, faintly, that if Suite went, Margaery would too. Home, something Onision never really understood. For a creature who could live for hundreds of years, home felt so far away. The Fireball felt like something was missing inside of him, like the very smell of his own house made him sick. He couldn't be here anymore. He had to get out.
If immortality was a curse, Onision had no damned idea of it yet. What killed him inside was the fact that he knew, he knew that he was doomed to live a long time. Doomed to watch his boyfriend die before him, doomed to have his children follow that same fate. Maybe it was a curse.
Onision laid outside of his house, unwavering as the voice of Margaery faded through his head. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid to. He was afraid, terrified, of falling asleep, and the sounds of his mothers voices leaving his head forever. Afraid that he would never hear them again, and so he remained awake, tired eyes staring at the moon above him.
Faintly, he hoped that his mothers were satisfied. He had to take care of his siblings now, it was his job. Just the thought of this was so unappealing to Oni right now, though. He just wanted to remember the sound of his mothers voice, to hear it like a record playing on repeat. Over, and over, and over again.
© MADI