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ONISION M.F.
— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED
the typhoon
- member
24 months old
physically hard
easy to taunt
demisexual
homoromantic
"tsundere asshole"
were-vampirism
peaceful powerplay permitted
possession & mental manip.
- member
24 months old
physically hard
easy to taunt
demisexual
homoromantic
"tsundere asshole"
were-vampirism
peaceful powerplay permitted
possession & mental manip.
He had lost his way, he realized. His mothers death, both of them- he remembered that, remembering the way his mothers disappeared to live with each other. They had left their children behind, leaving Oni to protect his siblings, or just.. to attempt to.
He had failed at that, too. Diya.. He remembered her face, her little smile. She looked up to him, and Oni felt his breath was taken right from his body. She was everything he wasn't. A bright child, someone whom knew what fun was, wasn't so headstrong and paranoid like Oni was.
He remembered losing his friends one by one, being dragged into a pond to never breathe again.
Until one day, he did.
It seemed the ocean had rejected him, the felidae laying on the soaked ground- smelling faintly of sea water. He remembered, vaguely, the shapes of creatures surrounding him. His soaked form held all of his previous belongings, the choker he wore bearing the shiny orbs that the Ascendants once called badges of achievement. The feathers attached so firmly to his ear, a symbol of something he couldn't quite remember.
Maybe this is where he would end, finally. No longer floating in limbo, where he wouldn't remember anything. But then again, his kind was cursed with long lives- whatever deity that had taken him was obviously one whom liked to hoard live bodies.
A sharp cough, water spitting up from his throat- vision blurry, Oni felt himself fade in and out consciousness.
He missed his family, but the man wouldn't admit such things aloud. They were somewhere. If he was here, then his mothers had to be, too. They didn't die. They didn't.
Maybe that was his naivety.
He had failed at that, too. Diya.. He remembered her face, her little smile. She looked up to him, and Oni felt his breath was taken right from his body. She was everything he wasn't. A bright child, someone whom knew what fun was, wasn't so headstrong and paranoid like Oni was.
He remembered losing his friends one by one, being dragged into a pond to never breathe again.
Until one day, he did.
It seemed the ocean had rejected him, the felidae laying on the soaked ground- smelling faintly of sea water. He remembered, vaguely, the shapes of creatures surrounding him. His soaked form held all of his previous belongings, the choker he wore bearing the shiny orbs that the Ascendants once called badges of achievement. The feathers attached so firmly to his ear, a symbol of something he couldn't quite remember.
Maybe this is where he would end, finally. No longer floating in limbo, where he wouldn't remember anything. But then again, his kind was cursed with long lives- whatever deity that had taken him was obviously one whom liked to hoard live bodies.
A sharp cough, water spitting up from his throat- vision blurry, Oni felt himself fade in and out consciousness.
He missed his family, but the man wouldn't admit such things aloud. They were somewhere. If he was here, then his mothers had to be, too. They didn't die. They didn't.
Maybe that was his naivety.
all you give me is a heartbeat —
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