YOU'RE JUST GRUNTS && bonfire & smores.

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

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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

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Let's get one thing straight. Oni didn't drink, mainly because everyone wouldn't let him. He had never drank once in his life, and he didn't plan to, due to the fact that drunken people tended to make Alexander a bit more nervous than the wolf usually is.

That didn't mean he wouldn't drink when Alex wasn't around, though. Not that he was going to tonight, totally not. But he still had bottles of vodka and scotch out on the ground as he pulled over a wagon full of marshmellows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Firework lined a firepit which Oni had made crappily and in a rush, fire crackling over the wood in menacing snap, crackles, and pops. Yeah, yeah. He could deal with the fact that everyone would probably hoard all of the chocolate, but he didn't want to share the marshmellows.

"I'm having a bonfire over here, guys. Smores and shit." Oni called out to his fellow Ascendants members, the fire not too far from the Observatory.

Oni just hoped he didn't burn his eyebrows off.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]This manner of camaraderie was, like most things within this clan, unfamiliar to Agathe. Very rarely did her sisters unite under her grandmother's call in order to participate in anything but war schemes, and when they did happen to come together under the guise of "peace" and "unity", the news that fell from her matron's mouth was never good. But she had quickly come to realize that the Ascendants handled themselves in a very different fashion, rejoicing in the benefits that one individual offered another and looking past the brute strength or skillset of someone in favor of their company. It was nice, she would confess, to not be looked at and seen only as her grandmother's ruthless heir and prized assassin... but she doubted she'd ever truly get used to it.

The fire smelled delightful though, and her troubles were quickly washed away as she helped herself to the necessary materials to craft the perfect s'more. She preferred the taste of blood and meat, but if indulging in one of these sugary treats would help her assimilate further into this group, than she'd eat a hundred if she had to. The alcohol, on the other hand, was something she eyed warily. They had been prohibited to get close to the substance, and she had dished out the brutal punishment to those who dared defy that almost sacred rule. She wasn't ready tonight, but maybe one day she would see why her grandmother was so incessant that they never drank.

Remembering her manners in that instant, Agathe flashed a smile (that was more a show of teeth than anything else) in Oni's direction. "Thanks." Simple and to the point- she didn't want to waste time when she could be eating, after all.