HOLD YOU HOSTAGE && disappearance

[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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//So due to me having very little muse for my boy, I'm going to have him lured into the sea by a siren and disappear temporarily. Bc that sounds cliche and I love it. Oh, this is also human au but still apart of his plot.

The night was quiet, not a sound to be heard other than the soft hum of crickets outside. It was a sound he welcomed, a sound he had taken comfort in since Alexander had died. He could still feel his boyfriend's presence, could still smell his scent lingering on the blankets and around their shared room. It was fading with time, but Onision savored it. Forever.

The sound of a deep, lullaby-like song seemed to fill the air of the Ascendants, lulling Onision out of his sleep. The vampire had slid out of his and Alex's bed, shifting the blankets off of his body as the brown-haired male slid open the door, disappearing down the hallway. It was enrapturing, the sound of a man's beautiful singing. Who was this? Was it Alex?- No, he had never really heard Alex sing, it wasn't him. Oni admired the sound of Alex's voice, but this was.. Different. It was like he was spellbound.

Slow steps carried the male out into the chilly night air and through the woods, halting only when the singing had come to a stop at the edge of an waterfront. How far had he ventured? One could never know. At least, Oni couldn't. What he saw was a male, silver hair in all its glory. He was young, his lower body concealed by the water. "Alex.. Shit- no, Alex." Oni tried to shake away the sight of the being in front of him whom had lured him here. Multi-colored eyes stared down at the creature, unable to fight back against the lure of a siren's song.

His muscles twitched in defiance, but his body never moved.

Onision had been pulled into the water soon after, the song moving into a soft hum as bubbles rose up to the surface.

Oni had disappeared.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[W]isker

[sybil.]

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As a vessel for the gods and a random assortment of spirits, Sybil knew quite well the ins and outs of death. The woman practically waltzed the line between life and death, acting as a doorman of sorts. She let the living peak into the afterlife and she let the dead play with living, breathing souls. Her work was tireless, but it wasn't something she despised. It was nice, being the buffer. It made her numb to most things (which was a relief).

Sybil had no attachments to this world - none that she remembered anyhow. Her previous lives held many attachments to this realm, and the final version of herself had lived and died here, in these waters. The fragment of the soul they all shared, her fragment, had been lost to time, outcast by a vengeful goddess. That placed her here now, with no recollection of anything, past or present. Sybil was disconnected from herself, and even then, she caught faint glimpses of who she had been.

She had no attachments, so the siren's call was of no worry. With eyes of stormy horizons, she watched Onision walk to the water, to his death. Visions of walking hand in hand with a young boy crossed through her mind alongside images of the Sun and Icarus. It was perplexing; something inside of her wanted to reach out, to prevent what was sure to unfold. And yet, she stayed rooted to the ground.

The soothsayer watched in veiled horror as Onision was pulled under. A final vision exploded in her mind: she was walking into the sea with outstretched arms, welcoming the waves that would steal her breath away. Sybil watched the bubbles crest the surface of the water, alluding to where Oni had disappeared.

The woman reached into the pocket of her robes and pulled out a golden coin. A prayer was murmured and then she gently pressed her lips to the token before tossing it into the water. Payment for the afterlife.

Oh, how the gods could be cruel.