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[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

The silent ambiance lured Alexandre into a state of vulnerability, but a time of peace and serenity. As his eyes fluttered shut, the word grew dark. Senses dissipated. A final sigh left him as his body sunk deeper into his sheets. Calm. Peace. Something that he hadn't known for a long time. Two months, was it? Perhaps longer? The feline didn't dwell on the thought, but instead let his mind settle into graceful trance of tranquility and satisfaction. Thoughts began to fester in his head. His mothers' warmth. Their soft tones and the things they said along the way. 'Mon soleil,' came Diya's familiar words. Her sun. The child that burned bright, fiery as could be.

Had his shining light and hot flames pushed them away though? Had his truth scared them? Two months. They had failed to rescue him for that long. His mothers had left him to succumb to Sojourn's torture, just as he was beginning to in the moment. He twitched in place. Shaking and falling down a mentally skewed hole, Alexandre's eyes shot open with a gasping breath. Orange hues darted around the jungle temple. He flipped onto his feet and pushed up into a tense position. His dark paws backed the cold, cobblestone corner at the sound of thundering footsteps coming his direction. A soft coo came from the entrance of the temple, tempting him closer.

"Alexandre, mon soleil. Madre and mama are here to check on you."

Mothers. His parents.

Alexandre stumbled forward towards them and attempted to let his face sink into Roxanne's shoulder, only to clatter to the floor. Wide eyes looked up at his mother. Her hallucination began to cackle wildly. A paw slid underneath his chin and the feline's head rose to lock gazes with her. Diya's white pelt moved closer to Roxanne, leaning into her wife's side with a smirk. "Not a step closer," she cooed.

Roxanne's grip pushed his head back, dropping him instantly after Diya's taunting words. Alexandre stumbled backwards and caught his fall. Dilated eyes looked up at the alabaster features of his mother's face, looking her up and down. This was... different? "W-why?" he questioned. "You are my mo-" "Were." He exchanged glances with the two before him. The edges of his eyes were beginning to water as he looked between them, awaiting for their cruel joke to end, only to be met with wicked smiles and slitted eyes narrowed in satisfaction. Dark smoke began to grow behind them, engulfing them in a black abyss. Reality was beginning to fade.

As he scrambled up from the sunken in floor, Alexandre continued to glare. Tears began to well in his eyes. "Why?" came his pleading mumble. The two apparated materialized closer, leaning in close to his face with teeth bared and eyes glaring down at him. "Did you see what you did to that poor feline, mon soleil?" Diya challenged. Alexandre trembled underneath their looming stare and merely shook his head. Shame. "You're a monster," Roxanne followed in suit with.

His head leaned in, almost pressing noses with Roxanne's own. "What was I supposed to do?" he croaked. "You stranded me for two months and left me to die." Orange eyes flicked downwards. Blood stains. Puddles of crimson lined the floor and began to crawl up his forelegs. He tried to move backwards and escape the dark encapsulating around them, but the dark liquid that donned his body kept him in place. With a ragged growl, he looked back up at his mothers. Breathing heavily, he let out a growl. "Then you replaced me," he remarked. "With her." A white pelt began to appear behind them. Heterochromia eyes popped out of Vayne's head, wide and staring in shock. The two females before him turned their heads towards her. The ragdoll shuffled in her spot, only to spit out one word. "Rightfully." With the last laugh in order, she turned quickly and ran back into the smokey darkness.

Another figure apparated from the darkness and stood behind his mothers' backsides with a smirk lining their maw. Roan. He tried to push past the females, only to be shoved back. Alexandre's jaw opened to plead for his help, but was interrupted crudely. "I'm afraid there's not much I can do for him," he repeatedly darkly. "You're too... weak." The medic craned his head. His expression remained snide. "You should have left him to die."

Alexandre's ears pinned to the back of his head. He attempted to move forward and reject his theory with snark, but the fluid below chained him to the stone below. His mothers began to cackle. Their diabolical laugh echoed in his ears, reverberating repeatedly with a torturous effect. As their wicked screams turned into a soft snicker, the surrounding felines leaned in. "You know what," Roxanne murmured inquisitivlely, looking briefly over at Diya and Roan. "We should have." In truth, he knew they were right. He knew that he should have died in that cave. He believed he should have.

Roan's dark gaze narrowed in on him. He put a paw to Alexandre's horns, pulling him forward and threatening him to speak. When met with only a growl and a tense stance, the medic smirked. "You'll wither away into nothingness if you just sit here," he taunted. Firm paws let go of his horns after making his point. Alexandre merely stared, desperately searching for a way out... but then she came.

"Then don't sit there."

Wide hues rapidly broke from Roan's locked gaze and looked into the dark fog. Who was that? Alexandre's eyes flickered to and fro, looking for the source of the lowly hallucination demanding his attention. The colored feline began to slowly shift forward with the liquid sloughing away from his forelegs.

"Do something."

As the crimson solution seeped downwards, the male's focus redirected back towards the group that stood before him. Narrowed hues stabilized onto Roxanne. The all-seeing voice's narcissistic, repetitive pleads fueled his envious rage. Feminine and filled with silver linings, she laid out all the reasons as to why they were no longer his family. Why he deserved better. Why he should be free to be the man he desires. To leave them in the dust without a trace or a care, just to prosper in self-worth.

The feline began to lurch forward. With every snake-tongued whisper in his head, the hold below began to break free. His head began to crane to the right. Stained canines breached out from his maw and bared in their direction. Unsheathed claws stroked at the floor below, awaiting their next words... only to be interrupted.

[i]"Now."[/i]

Hindlegs pushed off the floor and launched into the air. Claws like daggers attempted to grab at the hallucination's head, but phased through. Despite this, teeth tried to snag at the female's neck. Canines snapped wildly in the direction of Roxanne's jugular and aimed to rip out the feline's internal arteries. A harsh hiss left him when he came up empty.

Orange oculars readjusted to the world around him. The vivid hallucinations him were beginning to fade away, along with the darkness that proceeded them. Roxanne's gaze locked with him as her body began to dissipate. "You proved my point," she murmured. With another smirk and her brown paw giving one last cocky wave, Alexandre's mother faded away, as did the rest.

Before he had time to react, Sojourn's manipulation broke it's hold and her soul began to invade his body. A choking gasp left Alexandre. He couldn't scream. Not for them. Not after that. Wheezing and stumbling about into the moonlight, he exited the jungle temple, only to momentarily freeze.

'Sojourn.'

Except this time, it was no narrating hallucination.

"Just for a little while I'll show you what it is like to be free."

Unable to move, to speak, the male was stuck within his mind's palace. As Sojourn's control reigned over his body, claws gripped at the floor and a sigh of relief exited his (or her?) mouth. A soft laugh rumbled out. Alexandre was no longer in control, but his subconscious surely determined Sojourn's future deeds. The possessed male, quite frankly, held no qualms. If he were to die, then so be it. They wanted it, after all... Didn't they?

With the moon finally reaching it's peak in the sky, the jointed souls ran off into The Typhoon's territory. Nothing but ruffled bedsheets, a trait uncharacteristic of Alexandre, and signs of struggle were left behind.

// open now! + only alex can see the hallucinations... he will only appear to be gone. can be assumed missing temporarily!