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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.
It was sad to be taken from ones parents at such a young age, having to fend for yourself and learn how to live until you're big enough to take care of yourself. Onision had made it his job to take care of the house he lived in, refusing to let the place he was born be left to rot like the bodies of his mothers that were either six feet under or dissolved into the atmosphere. It was such a massive boulder put on such small shoulders, but Oni was determined to do this. He had to.
When Feyre mentioned her parents names, Onision shrugged his shoulders. He had never met much of his family, only his parents and a few of his siblings. Margaery had never taken him to go see the other Mikaelson's, just like Suiteheart never took him to meet the Folie's. He didn't know what to say to her statement, in all honesty. What should he say without sounding like a total asshole?
He stopped his shuffling through his pile of blankets, a snort escaping his nose as dust particles made their way up his nostrils. He sneezed, the feathers on his head falling off accidentally. When Oni saw the twin feathers on the pillows, he scooped them up desperately fast, brushing them off with his tail before he placed them back behind his ear, where they belonged. Home.
Related? Onision could assume so. If she was the daughter of his (great) uncle and aunt, that'd make her his younger cousin. Second cousin? He didn't really know. He'd just call her his cousin. "It seems we are. We're cousins." Oni spoke calmly, a bit too calmly for his own taste, as he turned to sit down on his pile of blankets, holding the picture frame of his family to his chest. He gestured with his tail for Feyre to come sit on the bed with him, however not looking at her directly.
"I've never met them. All I know is that they are Mikaelsons, like my mother Margaery was." Onision meowed, scratching behind his ear, careful not to yank out another piercing again. His closed eyelid fluttered for a moment, before Oni got to work on tying his eyepatch over the scarred eyelid. He didn't want to scare kids with his scars, even though he thought he looked badass with them.
"Where do you sleep? Surely Bastille gave you a place to stay? If not, you can stay here.. Not like I have anyone to share this huge ass place with." Mumbled Oni, his ear twitching again as he waited for a response. Her presence seemingly calmed him in moments, his past annoyance and frustrations nearly gone at this point.
[/td][/tr][/table]When Feyre mentioned her parents names, Onision shrugged his shoulders. He had never met much of his family, only his parents and a few of his siblings. Margaery had never taken him to go see the other Mikaelson's, just like Suiteheart never took him to meet the Folie's. He didn't know what to say to her statement, in all honesty. What should he say without sounding like a total asshole?
He stopped his shuffling through his pile of blankets, a snort escaping his nose as dust particles made their way up his nostrils. He sneezed, the feathers on his head falling off accidentally. When Oni saw the twin feathers on the pillows, he scooped them up desperately fast, brushing them off with his tail before he placed them back behind his ear, where they belonged. Home.
Related? Onision could assume so. If she was the daughter of his (great) uncle and aunt, that'd make her his younger cousin. Second cousin? He didn't really know. He'd just call her his cousin. "It seems we are. We're cousins." Oni spoke calmly, a bit too calmly for his own taste, as he turned to sit down on his pile of blankets, holding the picture frame of his family to his chest. He gestured with his tail for Feyre to come sit on the bed with him, however not looking at her directly.
"I've never met them. All I know is that they are Mikaelsons, like my mother Margaery was." Onision meowed, scratching behind his ear, careful not to yank out another piercing again. His closed eyelid fluttered for a moment, before Oni got to work on tying his eyepatch over the scarred eyelid. He didn't want to scare kids with his scars, even though he thought he looked badass with them.
"Where do you sleep? Surely Bastille gave you a place to stay? If not, you can stay here.. Not like I have anyone to share this huge ass place with." Mumbled Oni, his ear twitching again as he waited for a response. Her presence seemingly calmed him in moments, his past annoyance and frustrations nearly gone at this point.
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