THE COURAGE OF STARS // o, injured joiner

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ASCENDANTS
- FIREBALL
7 MONTHS OLD

PHYSICALLY varies
EMOTIONALLY hard
MENTALLY easy

DEMIHOMOSEXUAL
HOMOROMANTIC

TSUNDERE ASSHOLE
SHORT-TEMPERED
WERE-VAMPIRISM
TAGS

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Onision tensed when Roman left, unknowing of what he meant by helping her until he stated moss and water. Moss and water, that was used for cleaning, right? Ah, her head. "Don't move." Oni grunted out, walking over to the pool to yank out some moss that grew around the edges, soaking it with water. Lifting the sponge out, he carried it back over to the girl and settled down beside her, his single blue eye glancing at her head before he gently attempted to start cleaning the blood and whatever head wound there was.

"So you don't remember anything? That must suck." Oni meowed while he was working, the awkward silence too much for him. While he was an asshole, when found in situations like this he couldn't help but be nicer. Maybe Margaery rubbed off on him too much before she died.

[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG

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ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!

© ceilidh