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Onision seemed to tense when Brynhild snapped back at him, before giving him a note and a picture frame. Unlike Bryn, Oni was taught to read at a young age by his mothers. His paw grazed over the picture frame, a ghost of a smile showing up at the corners of his mouth as he brushed dust off of the picture of his family. Margaery and Suiteheart were so beautiful in this picture, so pure. He was a mere asshole of a young child here, one who tried to fight the sun and lost.
Little Icarus, he always was.
His soft voice spoke not long after, a certain warmness to it that he rarely ever seemed to show as gentle Latin was spoken from his lips. [abbr=Death is perpetual night; half blind. Morachus is thus disinclined. To die, in lonely shadows twined.]"Mors nox perpetua est; mori proinde. Non suadet sibi nyctalops Morachus, In solis titubans ne eat tenebris."[/abbr] His voice cracked as he spoke the rather dark poetry, laughing softly at how stupid he sounded reciting the only latin poetry he had ever read. How pitiful of him.
"Thank you, mom." He whispered softly under his breath, shivers running up his spine. [abbr=One day I'll catch the sun, and give the whole world to you both.]"
Et accidit quadam die ut sol capere, et ad te et ad totius mundi."[/abbr]
//translations:
1. Death is perpetual night; half blind
Morachus is thus disinclined
To die, in lonely shadows twined.
2. One day I'll catch the sun, and give the whole world to you both.
Onision seemed to tense when Brynhild snapped back at him, before giving him a note and a picture frame. Unlike Bryn, Oni was taught to read at a young age by his mothers. His paw grazed over the picture frame, a ghost of a smile showing up at the corners of his mouth as he brushed dust off of the picture of his family. Margaery and Suiteheart were so beautiful in this picture, so pure. He was a mere asshole of a young child here, one who tried to fight the sun and lost.
Little Icarus, he always was.
His soft voice spoke not long after, a certain warmness to it that he rarely ever seemed to show as gentle Latin was spoken from his lips. [abbr=Death is perpetual night; half blind. Morachus is thus disinclined. To die, in lonely shadows twined.]"Mors nox perpetua est; mori proinde. Non suadet sibi nyctalops Morachus, In solis titubans ne eat tenebris."[/abbr] His voice cracked as he spoke the rather dark poetry, laughing softly at how stupid he sounded reciting the only latin poetry he had ever read. How pitiful of him.
"Thank you, mom." He whispered softly under his breath, shivers running up his spine. [abbr=One day I'll catch the sun, and give the whole world to you both.]"
Et accidit quadam die ut sol capere, et ad te et ad totius mundi."[/abbr]
//translations:
1. Death is perpetual night; half blind
Morachus is thus disinclined
To die, in lonely shadows twined.
2. One day I'll catch the sun, and give the whole world to you both.
[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG
ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
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