10-21-2018, 04:30 PM
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ONISION M.F.
— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED
the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old
physically varies
easy to piss off
demihomosexual
homoromantic
tsundere asshole
dating alexander
were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old
physically varies
easy to piss off
demihomosexual
homoromantic
tsundere asshole
dating alexander
were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
//Face claim is Cole Sprouse!
You see, Oni was a little shit- really, he acted all tough but he was terrified of ghosts. He had been one of the few who were suggesting the whole haunted house thing because well- he claimed he wasn't scared of anything. Which, uh, is a big fuckin' lie- because well, Oni was easily scared if something caught him off-guard.
Brown, messy hair had began to be fussed with and tugged as Oni walked up behind Titan, his eye patch covering his scarred right eye, his single blue one just obvious with nervousness. Onision liked having absolutely nothing to do with spirits or ghosts or demons- they scared him. So why did he suggest- and dare- everyone to go to this haunted house?
The world may never know.
It was automatic- a reflexive response- a defense mechanism, for Oni to laugh, however bitter it sounded. It sounded choked, obviously faked. "Why not? Do you need me to hold your hand and go with you, man?" Oni suggested snarkily, his palms hot with anxiousness as he idly rubbed them against each other. He had chosen to wear a pair of black ripped jeans and a sleeveless, grey and black hooded shirt. He wore a pair of black vans, all of his piercings lining both of his ears. He chose to dress more casual- his usual 'wannabe punk rock' attire.
Leaning on the balls of his feet, Onision patiently waited for a remark in return, tugging at his wavy brown strands.
You see, Oni was a little shit- really, he acted all tough but he was terrified of ghosts. He had been one of the few who were suggesting the whole haunted house thing because well- he claimed he wasn't scared of anything. Which, uh, is a big fuckin' lie- because well, Oni was easily scared if something caught him off-guard.
Brown, messy hair had began to be fussed with and tugged as Oni walked up behind Titan, his eye patch covering his scarred right eye, his single blue one just obvious with nervousness. Onision liked having absolutely nothing to do with spirits or ghosts or demons- they scared him. So why did he suggest- and dare- everyone to go to this haunted house?
The world may never know.
It was automatic- a reflexive response- a defense mechanism, for Oni to laugh, however bitter it sounded. It sounded choked, obviously faked. "Why not? Do you need me to hold your hand and go with you, man?" Oni suggested snarkily, his palms hot with anxiousness as he idly rubbed them against each other. He had chosen to wear a pair of black ripped jeans and a sleeveless, grey and black hooded shirt. He wore a pair of black vans, all of his piercings lining both of his ears. He chose to dress more casual- his usual 'wannabe punk rock' attire.
Leaning on the balls of his feet, Onision patiently waited for a remark in return, tugging at his wavy brown strands.
all you give me is a heartbeat —
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