BROKEN HEARTED AND LOST && feyre

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.
FIREBALL && ASCENDANTS
6 MONTHS OLD
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.

Onision felt like he had no more tears left to cry, as if he had cried all of the water out of his small body in such a short span of time. Perhaps it was time to stop mourning in secret, especially since he didn't mourn in public anymore. The recording which Bastille had found left behind by Suite was the only thing Onision had left of his mothers besides the large amount of pictures that were left out of his family. A family of vampires, Oni was from a long bloodline of vampires. Both of his mothers were vampires, and Oni had been the one to inherit the god forsaken werewolf genetics as well. Margaery had supposedly crushed the werewolf genetics, but it obviously failed. Oni was still stuck with a second form, one that had a name now.

Oni had been curled up in his bed, blankets thrown to and fro all around him as he had always done when he was stressed out. When he was stressed, he could never keep anything neat. His house was a mess, he hadn't gotten the motivation to clean it. His family was almost completely gone. He hadn't seen any of his littermates around. Bastille was the only one he had left. He had to protect him.

Maybe it was the awful pain in his head, but he had decided to keep the door open to let some air into the house. It's not like people didn't come to his house a lot anyways, especially when all of the pictures were set out there.

Onision had been listening to his mothers voice on the recording tape on repeat, Suiteheart's soft singing of the lullaby which had sent him into deep slumbers easily as a young child- younger than he was now, at least- slowly calming the leaking tears that had dripped out of Oni's single blue eye. His bandage had been taken off of his scarred right eye, the empty socket closed as to not scare anyone, leaving only the freshly healed scar of three claw marks over his eyelid.

With a soft sigh, Oni listened to his mothers voice, waiting for sleep to claim him finally.

[member=2131]Feyre[/member]

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[Feyre]

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Feyre knew that she shouldn't be here.

The ancestors whispered warnings into waiting ears, a strange sensation - crushing and suffocating - blossoming in her chest as white-capped paws carried her closer and closer to the open door. She paused at the opening of it, breath catching in her throat, before she succumbed to her unyielding curiosity and crossed the threshold, a sigh of relief slipping past pale lips as all that tension all but dissipated. Obviously this was Onision's room, that fact best explained by his resting presence in the middle of it, but Feyre could not shake the undeniable familiarity that tackled her as lavender eyes swept over photos that were scattered around the room.

One, in particular, caught her attention, the tiny ragdoll releasing a gasp as she drank in the sight of her mother and father smiling with an unfamiliar chocolate point. [color=#3f5351]"Mom? Dad?" Inquired the child quietly, teetering forward to pick up the picture and investigate it further, expression contorting until it resembled something akin to sadness. Regret. Embers danced across her pelt, eyes flashing amber as a swell of magic nearly consumed her. Feyre darling, hold yourself together. You're in the company of a practical stranger. There it was again, that strange voice. She couldn't ignore it though, not when it was trying to help her, and so she forced herself to calm, keeping her tone neutral as she decided to disturb the resting Oni. [color=#3f5351]"Why do you have a picture of my mom and dad? I don't understand. I don't even have pictures of them... What?"

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.
FIREBALL && ASCENDANTS
6 MONTHS OLD
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.

Hah, as if Onision could sleep tonight.

As the sound of soft pawpads made their way into his room, into his home, Onision tensed, his chocolate fur blending in with the brown bedsheets of his sleeping place. Not that it helped, really. It seemed Feyre knew he was there anyways, and at her saddened expression, Oni stood up immediately, limping over. "What? That is my aunt and uncle. You must be crazy, kid." Oni grumbled, smoothing his paw over a picture of Suiteheart and Margaery together, Onision and his littermates sitting at their paws. Of course, Oni had a grumpy frown on his face in the picture, as usual.

Unlike Feyre, Onision felt no sense of familiarity to this female. Only intrusion, a calm intrusion in his life. That's exactly what she was. Calm, yet her presence seemed to burn with this fierceness that made Oni flinch at times. He wished he could be confident, he wished he could bring his parents back, he wished he wasn't alone.

Onision was snapped out of his daydream when she stared down at the picture of his aunt and uncles, and Margaery herself. "That's my mom, Margaery. She died shortly before you came to the Ascendants." He explained calmly, maintaining a neutral expression on his face despite the tired bags under his eyes. Suiteheart's voice still rang through the house from the recording, and Oni tensed up when he realized this so.

"Ah- I'm sorry, I'll turn it off." Oni cursed under his breath, searching around for the familiar voice recorder.

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[Feyre]

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Feyre was silent for a second, eyes fluttering shut as she processed the discovery she had just inadvertently made. [color=#3f5351]"My mama's name was Emilia... my father's was Elijah. I only remember their names and their faces, nothing else. I went to sleep and was protected by the witches before I ever got to really know them," She explained quietly, gaze not once leaving the image. She was doing her best to burn it into her mind, their picturesque happiness something she didn't realize she desired until now. There were so many things she didn't know, would never know, and the spiraling uncertainty of her own life left her feeling horribly frustrated. But at least she had this. Them.

She steadied herself with another breath, deciding to listen to the comforting sound of Oni's mother's voice. [color=#3f5351]"You don't have to turn it off," Feyre extended shrugging, [color=#3f5351]"I think I'd keep it on forever if it were my mama." She had searched the other side for her parents countless times, begging and pleading with the ancestors that did heed her call only to be given half-answers and vague excuses. She had given up on pursuing them now- they really were gone.

[color=#3f5351]"Um.. So... Are we related?" She inquired, pursing speckled lips as she finally brought her gaze up, the burning lavender shade focused intently upon her cousin now. [color=#3f5351]"And do you know anything else about my mama and father?"

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.
FIREBALL && ASCENDANTS
6 MONTHS OLD
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It was sad to be taken from ones parents at such a young age, having to fend for yourself and learn how to live until you're big enough to take care of yourself. Onision had made it his job to take care of the house he lived in, refusing to let the place he was born be left to rot like the bodies of his mothers that were either six feet under or dissolved into the atmosphere. It was such a massive boulder put on such small shoulders, but Oni was determined to do this. He had to.

When Feyre mentioned her parents names, Onision shrugged his shoulders. He had never met much of his family, only his parents and a few of his siblings. Margaery had never taken him to go see the other Mikaelson's, just like Suiteheart never took him to meet the Folie's. He didn't know what to say to her statement, in all honesty. What should he say without sounding like a total asshole?

He stopped his shuffling through his pile of blankets, a snort escaping his nose as dust particles made their way up his nostrils. He sneezed, the feathers on his head falling off accidentally. When Oni saw the twin feathers on the pillows, he scooped them up desperately fast, brushing them off with his tail before he placed them back behind his ear, where they belonged. Home.

Related? Onision could assume so. If she was the daughter of his (great) uncle and aunt, that'd make her his younger cousin. Second cousin? He didn't really know. He'd just call her his cousin. "It seems we are. We're cousins." Oni spoke calmly, a bit too calmly for his own taste, as he turned to sit down on his pile of blankets, holding the picture frame of his family to his chest. He gestured with his tail for Feyre to come sit on the bed with him, however not looking at her directly.

"I've never met them. All I know is that they are Mikaelsons, like my mother Margaery was." Onision meowed, scratching behind his ear, careful not to yank out another piercing again. His closed eyelid fluttered for a moment, before Oni got to work on tying his eyepatch over the scarred eyelid. He didn't want to scare kids with his scars, even though he thought he looked badass with them.

"Where do you sleep? Surely Bastille gave you a place to stay? If not, you can stay here.. Not like I have anyone to share this huge ass place with." Mumbled Oni, his ear twitching again as he waited for a response. Her presence seemingly calmed him in moments, his past annoyance and frustrations nearly gone at this point.

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[Feyre]

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Feyre had been given to the witches far before she was able to make any real and meaningful connections to her parents. She loved them, as a daughter should, but knew nothing other than the fact that they were both deceased now, their souls either fragmented and lost or recycled and sent back to Earth for redemption. Sometimes, she liked to believe that she missed them. Truly missed them. But deep down inside, the little witch knew that that was far from the case. If anything, she possessed a vague interest in them, her knowledge of their names and faces the only thing she really had and proper cause for her to merely be intrigued by the existences they once lived. It hadn't occurred to her that they had been the ones to give her to the witches, frightened by what could happen if her magic became too overwhelming. Unbalanced. Even if she did discover truth, she didn't think she'd be bothered. Life was better this way.

It was strange that this individual was her cousin though, especially given the fact that he showed no signs of possessing any magic. [color=#3f5351]"Do you not carry the witch gene?" Feyre suddenly inquired, frowning. If they were truly related, wouldn't he have the same abilities that she did? Or was there something she was missing? She sighed, deciding to instead focus her attention on his words, lips pursing ever so slightly. [color=#3f5351]"I have a small room where I keep my candles and my books and my spell stuff, but otherwise, I sleep under the Great Oak. I don't like being inside for too long, especially at night," She explained quietly, moving to join him on the bed. His offer was appreciated though, especially given the fact that it could rain at any time and she didn't want to catch a cold. [color=#3f5351]"Thank you... I guess my ancestors were right when they said that I would find family here."

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ASCENDANTS
- FIREBALL
6 MONTHS OLD

PHYSICALLY varies
EMOTIONALLY hard
MENTALLY easy

DEMIHOMOSEXUAL
HOMOROMANTIC

TSUNDERE ASSHOLE
SHORT-TEMPERED
VAMPIRISM
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Oni was shocked that she had even asked him if he had witch genes running through his veins, merely giving her a quick frown before he shook his head to answer. "No, I'm a vampire. I also inherited some werewolf genes." Oni meowed, unwrapping his bandage around his waist, the healing scars from his fight with Thea bright red in color. Thankfully, they were pretty much healed now, with the exception of the puffy scars. "So you could say that the only magic that runs through my veins is Aloysius himself." He added promptly, his gaze distant and distasteful. He didn't want to talk much about the stubborn wolf, especially with how blood-thirsty he could be. He couldn't even control him when he shifted.

It was an odd feeling, finding family members he'd never met before. It seemed the Mikaelson family was rather large, an abundant amount of members lounging around the clans. Some he had never greeted, and some he didn't want to. Bastille was only tolerable because he was his older brother, however adopted. It didn't matter, though. He was family, and Onision had always kept to his 'protect all family members' mindset. He felt it was only right to welcome Feyre into the family. After all, she had Mikaelson blood running through her veins.

She sleeps under a tree? God, that must be uncomfortable. Well, he wasn't one to speak either. He had slept outside for a while after his mothers had died, too afraid to face the fading scent of Margaery and Suiteheart's presence. The smell of the two were nearly gone now, leaving only the earthy, burnt-ash smell of Oni's presence in the house. His fur smelt of dark chocolate faintly, but one had to get close to tell the difference between the smell of the house, and Oni's own scent.

"You're free to come in here anytime. It's not like.. I have any company over anyways." Onision meowed, examining his claws dramatically. He didn't want to make it seem like he wanted her to stay. If he got too close, she'd die eventually. He had to maintain that distance. He had to get stronger, strong enough to protect Feyre and Bastille and his littermates- if he ever saw them again.

However, it was nice to have more relatives around, he supposed. It was going to get noisier, but he'd have to live with it. "The spirits led you here? Explain more about that." Oni asked curiously, settling down on his blankets finally. He loved to hear about magic, fairy tales, anything, really. He didn't like ghosts, but some spirits weren't too bad.

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ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE

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