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[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

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the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
12 months old

physically hard
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
polyhomoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
possession & mental manip.

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"I agree, you look a lot more.. Uh.. Less intolerable, with that rose on you." Onision barked as he walked over to the scene which his sister had also came to. With a huff of amusement, the akita walked over to the rose bush, his paw sliding over the petals idly. Margaery loved roses. Maybe he should take some roses to the Starpool- would that be nice enough for his mother? Her spirit was no longer here, but the sound of her gentle scolding still hung around in his head everytime he knew he was doing something wrong, something bad.

"..Host, They died together, leave it alone."
I know.

Onision mentally scolded himself as Aloysius' voice rang out in his head, snapping him out of his daze before he turned his multicolored gaze back towards the Seraph. "How's the hawk healing?" Onision asked idly, trying not to come off as worried or interested, but it was too late. He had been roped into these brilliant things called emotions. Wow, big deal, Oni.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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