my black swan - onision

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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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Mikaelsons were a long line of vampires, destined to live thousands of years and never die unless their soul had been ripped from their body. No mortal being could ever do that, so Onision was stuck in this world for thousands of years then, he supposed.

When Victor replied with the question, avoiding his own, Onision fell for the tactic, deprived from communication after all the months of just.. Working, leading, following. "Yeah, I'm Russian-Latin." Onision rumbled softly, glancing around with a single blue iris before motioning with his tail for the husky to follow him. "Come on, you idiot. They'll kill you if they see you." Oni growled stubbornly, too stubborn to admit that he actually wanted the company, enemy or not. This guy wasn't a threat to him, and even if he was, Aloysius could take care of him for his Host.

"You joined and then left. Didn't stay long, did you?" Oni grumbled, sitting beside the Starpool idly. The glowing water was eye-catching, but he ignored it to turn to Victor instead. "Why are you even this far out, man? You should be back with those alcohol-drinking fuck-faces." Oni grunted, his tail thumping against the ground.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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