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//since SOMEONE DECIDED this was now a human au. tyrants.
Onision watched idly as others came to the scene of Bast's bleeding body, brown hair messy and unkempt from lack of sleep. How dare they act all sad? How dare Thea act this way? "I can't do this." Oni suddenly stood up from his place on the ground, pulling his leather jacket closer to his body when he saw Hazel lower herself to cry for her.. Lover? Friend? Oni never got the chance to ask his adoptive brother about the relationship between the two. Well, it didn't matter. Not anymore.
Bast had left them, and Oni wasn't going to sit around and mourn. He would never mourn, not anymore. A single blue eye glanced back at his groupmates before the teenaged boy uneasily attempted to walk off, a hand tugging distractedly at his hair. He needed a drink, he needed to go to Tanglewood and ask that Delilah woman for weed or something. Anything. He didn't want to remember this happened. He didn't want to believe it.
But death was so normal, wasn't it? Not for him. He was cursed, cursed to live for thousands of years and live while everyone else he ever cared about, died.
"..O vere modo sol facit, me spernit. Hoc sanctum est."
translation: Oh, how the sun truly does despise me. This must be holy punishment.
//since SOMEONE DECIDED this was now a human au. tyrants.
Onision watched idly as others came to the scene of Bast's bleeding body, brown hair messy and unkempt from lack of sleep. How dare they act all sad? How dare Thea act this way? "I can't do this." Oni suddenly stood up from his place on the ground, pulling his leather jacket closer to his body when he saw Hazel lower herself to cry for her.. Lover? Friend? Oni never got the chance to ask his adoptive brother about the relationship between the two. Well, it didn't matter. Not anymore.
Bast had left them, and Oni wasn't going to sit around and mourn. He would never mourn, not anymore. A single blue eye glanced back at his groupmates before the teenaged boy uneasily attempted to walk off, a hand tugging distractedly at his hair. He needed a drink, he needed to go to Tanglewood and ask that Delilah woman for weed or something. Anything. He didn't want to remember this happened. He didn't want to believe it.
But death was so normal, wasn't it? Not for him. He was cursed, cursed to live for thousands of years and live while everyone else he ever cared about, died.
"..O vere modo sol facit, me spernit. Hoc sanctum est."
translation: Oh, how the sun truly does despise me. This must be holy punishment.
[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG
ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
© ceilidh