Orignal Fon Master Ion

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akashicgale:

Sync’s head snapped to the side when Anion struck him. A cold fury rushed through his bones–however, that was quickly replaced with a smug sort of satisfaction. Anion had struck first. He’d made him angry. Good.

Sync readjusted his mask (it had gone slightly askew when he’d been hit) and looked over at him with a small smirk. It had felt expectionally good to see the look on Anion’s face. “What’s wrong, Fon Master? Is the truth too much for you?”

“Van had a problem with keeping garbage around. He didn’t dispose of Asch’s replica, after all. I was a useful tool to him, that’s all it was. If you think I was Van’s friend then you’re vastly uninformed. He may have taken me out of Mt. Zaleho, but it was my decision to join him.”

Anion knew that Sync had taken pride in making him angry. He needed to change tactics. So he decided to turn on his sickeningly sweet Ion charm. A smile appeared across his face. 

“The truth? How about this for truth? Yes, you made your decision of your own free will, but there was only one good choice. You had the decision to either burn or join Van. Did you hear the screams of the other replicas as they burned? Is that why you joined him? Because you were too scared? Too scared to die like the worthless piece of trash you are. Face it, replica, you’re not just weak, but you’re also a coward. You are right and wrong about one thing though. You’re just a tool, but you’re a useless one.”

[cruelfonmaster]

Domestic Living || Closed RP

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shirleyxfennes:

Wow, he certainly had high expectations. Shirley would love to give him a son. But what if on the first try she has a daughter? After all she came from a family which only had two girls. Herself and Stella. His words made her feel more comfortable. Yeah, he was right. She would be a fine mother. Books would help greatly, and talking to other mothers would make her feel better about this.

“I won’t tell them where we live. I’d never risk all the work you did.” Watching as he leaned across the table, feeling the kiss upon her forehead she smiled. “No, I want to do it. I want to have a child right now. I can’t promise a son on the first try, but it might happen.” She took up her spoon and ate her food.

Shirley was right. Even this was one thing he couldn’t control, and that made it difficult for him since he enjoyed having control over the smallest thing. With the except of Shirley. Of course, there were still rules he expected her to follow, but other than that, she was free to do as she pleased. He was her husband not her master.

“I know we may not get a son on the first try, but one can only hope. Whatever the case may be, I will still love them.” He didn’t think about it until now, but what if the fomicry he went through messed up his reproduction system? What if they wouldn’t be able to have a child at all? This troubled him greatly. He wanted a child at all costs. It never hurt to try.

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akashicgale:

Sync recoils away from Anion’s touch, repulsion coloring his masked face. His skin was crawling where he’d been touched and he resisted the urge to wipe at it. It wouldn’t change anything–Anion was him, after all. He wasn’t going to contest any allegations of being an imperfect replica. It was the truth and he knew it. 

“You’re wrong. You died–disappeared–whatever you did. And the successful replica took your place. You were replaced. And no one outside of your group of conspirators noticed. Not even your idiotic ex-Guardian figured it out. She died a pathetic death trying to avenge that replica.” 

Anion’s hands curl into fists at the mention of Arietta. He had left her behind, and that was his own fault. It was for the best though. He couldn’t have taken her with him. That didn’t give his stupid replica the right to speak about her that way. Unable to curb his anger, he backhands his replica across the face.

“Stupid trash. Garbage shouldn’t speak. They belong in the fire to be burned. I don’t know what Van saw in you, but I don’t see anything in you. I can kill you where you stand and will feel no remorse. I’m not Van. I’m not Mohs. I’m not your friend nor your enemy. I am your original. I made you! You will show me some respect and especially Arietta! Are we clear?” he growled

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akashicgale:

“That’s funny coming from someone so replaceable no one even noticed he was dead. And it was my decision to ally myself with Van. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was trying to destroy the Score, I would have left long ago.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Apparently my intelligence didn’t make it into the replication process with you. Another reason why you couldn’t replace me. You see, I am not replaceable. That is why Van, the bastard Mohs, and I tried so hard to make the perfect replica of me. As a bonus it was an attempt to overturn the Score. I practically cheated death---seven times!” Anion touches his replica’s cheek. “Pity you didn’t come out perfect. You had so much potential. If only you weren’t so weak.”

[dragonroleplaystarters]

Affection Starters!

“Your hair is so soft…” 

“It’s too cold! Get back here…” 

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” 

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!” 

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working!” 

“Surprise tickle attack!” 

“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.” 

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” 

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 

“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.” 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

“Ssh, you’re safe. I wont let go of you.” 

“What, does that feel good?” 

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” 

[akashicgale]

Sync isn’t quite sure why, but he suddenly feels as if his day is going to go south very soon.

[cruelfonmaster]

“Well, if it isn’t the saved trash. Still alive I see. I never thought of Van as a pack rat.”

[syncthetempest]

Brothers

[cruelfonmaster]

Anion had spent the whole night watching Sync. He had nodded off every now and then, and actually fell asleep sitting up for a good hour or so. It was early sunrise when Sync finally stirred a bit. He was looking a lot better than he had before. It brought a small smile to his face when he saw that his baby brother was okay.

However, it was short lived when Sync started to cry. He looked down at his hand and mentally cursed. Sync had seen it. He quickly hid it and gently grabbed Sync’s hand. He shook his head and smiled again. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It was an accident. I fell and hurt myself is all,” he lied. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll ask Natalia to fix it up, okay?”

He didn’t want his little brother to worry about him. Sync had enough problems as it stood. The poor boy couldn’t live a normal childhood. He spent his days wandering the streets with Anion–begging for food and shelter. That was no life. Anion sighed. The more he thought about it–despite his better judgement and lack of trust–maybe they should stay with Largo and Natalia….just for a couple of days until Sync was better. Then, he would see just where the road would lead them. “Sync,” he sighed. “I have some good news. I’ve decided for a little while….we’ll stay with Largo and his daughter.”

[syncthetempest]

Sync blinked big, teary eyes up at his hero, his protector, and searched for the truth of the situation in those eyes that were so similar to his own. He scooted a little closer, still exhausted, and wrapped his arm around Anion’s middle. Just as warm as he always was, and smelling infinitely better after a bath, but there was something just unmistakable about Anion. Sync was convinced he could find his brother in a pitch black room.

“Please get fixed,” he said quietly. Normally there was so little he could do. He was weak, little, barely able to keep up with Anion most nights. It was no life for either of them to live. When he pulled back, it was to see Anion contemplating something. Nearby Sync could hear the soft breathing of the two others and his heart seized with hope.

And Anion did not disappoint - Sync’s eyes opened wide and he grinned sunnily up at his big brother. They would be safe. Anion could rest easy, and they could eat meals, and be in a building away from prying eyes and rough fingers. He giggled and buried his face in Anion’s chest, body shaking with his laughter until it inevitably turned into coughing. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm down.

“I’m okay,” he reassured Anion when he had enough breath to get the words out. “We can really stay? Where no bad guys are?”

He looked down at his hands and turned them over as if seeing them for the first time. “Can I do the pretty lights like you now? And protect you?”

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“I will,” he promised. He flexed his hand slightly. It was sore, but it didn’t hurt. However, for his brother’s sake, he would get it healed. Though, he rather it didn’t. This life of his was no longer just his anymore. He had a little brother to watch out for. He had Sync to care for which meant that Sync and Sync’s requests take top priority above all else.

The boy smiled at his brother’s excitement. His joy faltered for a moment when Sync broke into a coughing fit. He wasn’t completely reassured that his baby brother was okay, but he didn’t show his worry. Instead, he just nodded and answered Sync, “Yes, we can really stay but just for a little while. Just until we can find a place of our own, okay?”

‘Don’t get too attached’ went unsaid. One, because it would upset Sync. Two, because he knew his brother would get attached anyway. It was just his nature. Especially having lived in a loveless world for so long. Natalia and Largo were the only two people to take them in and show them such kindness. It was terrifying, but deep down, it made Anion a bit pleased. 

This was the first time in a long time he had seen Sync so happy and smiling so big. This was something entirely new. That’s what scared him though. You could never trust people. What if this was all a trap? A beautiful lie? How he hoped it wasn’t for his brother’s sake!

Ruffling his brother’s hair, he shook his head. “No, not yet. You’re still very weak. It’s dangerous to your health. Besides, I still need to teach you how to use it properly. Controlling the seventh fonon can be dangerous.”

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Domestic Living || Closed RP

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shirleyxfennes:

A child? Well maybe it was a good time as ever to try to have one. “I do agree, yes.” Hmm, the only thing is she had little to no experience about raising children. But she did know some things. And could she be a good mother? At a time like this she kind of wished her sister was here. Stella knew more about raising children, and taking care of them.

“Anion, you are very certain you want us to do this? I am not against it and I do want a child with you. But…..i’m a little scared.” Scared because what if their child inherited her traits, she was a Merines after all. Shirley was also scared because this would be her first time ever carrying a child, and taking the step into motherhood.

So many things began to race through her mind. “What if I am not a good mother? How do I know what to eat when I am carrying our child?” She decided to not ask anymore questions. Looking back to her bowl of food, hoping that her husband would answer her questions.

“I don’t say things if I don’t want to do them, Shirley. I want a child--a predecessor. Mostly a son.” He raised a brow at the mention of her fear. Scared? Of what? Trying for a child? Caring for it? He would never admit to it, but deep down, he wasn’t feeling much better about this. However, when he was dead set on something, he always followed through.

“You’ll be a fine mother. It shouldn’t be that hard. We can pick up some books on pregnancy and child care, and I am sure some of the mothers in the nearby village can help you. Just don’t tell them where we live. I’ve worked too damn hard to keep us under the raider.” Not that Shirley didn’t know that already, but he always liked to remind her just in case.

Anion took another bite of his food and sighed. “If you don’t want to do it right now, fine. However, I prefer if we tried as soon as possible. A child would be good for the both of us.” He leans across the table to give his wife a kiss on the forehead. “Now, eat. You shouldn’t waste food.”

[cruelfonmaster]

*crawls out of the abyss* Hello, I am not sure if anyone remembers me. I have been gone for so long. Anyway, I am going to try to bring Anion back if anyone is interested. How has everyone been?

[cruelfonmaster]

Starter Call

Like for a starter with my little brat.

[cruelfonmaster]

Domestic Living || Closed RP

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Shirley felt insulted by his words. Like crap! Okay. Okay yes, he was right. She couldn’t deny that her food had tasted so horrible when they first got married. It’s not her fault that back home, Senel never even let her near a stove or cook any meals. Why? Because there was always fear she’d burn down the house. Shirley then smiled, and nodded. She would make sure to keep up what she was doing and not change anything.

However his question, now she just sat there and stared at him. Shirley quickly turned her face away from him. “S-sorry.” She hadn’t meant to stare, it was just his question kind of shocked her. She then turned back to look at him, tilting her head a little. “The next stage, um.”

Wait. Next stage, he couldn’t possibly be thinking about that. “When you say next stage, do you mean us having a child?”

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Anion smirked at her reaction. “Damn, Shirley, don’t sugarcoat it,” he said with a laughed. “But, yes. I do mean that we should try having a child. It’s about time we start, don’t you agree?”

He wasn’t sure how to raise children exactly. He was hoping Shirley at least had some knowledge about raising children. Sure, he knew how to teach children how to read and write and stuff. He had done it before. However, he knew nothing about the diaper changing and all the patience it took to deal with the little rascals and brats. 

However, he did want to at least leave someone behind to take care of Shirley. Someone to look out for her when they grow up. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure how much time he had left, but he did want know for sure that he wanted to leave behind a prodigy.

@shirleyxfennes

Scold my Muse for doing something stupid.

[syncthetempest]

Brothers

[syncthetempest]

Natalia watched as Anion turned his back on her and rested on his side of the other bed. She knew he was hurting - it was plain from the look on his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the shaking in his hands - but reaching out to him would probably only end up with getting snarled at. His knuckles had been bloody and bruised, and she wanted nothing more than to reach out gently and cradle his hand. How could someone hurt such children? She wasn’t even that much older than Anion! At least, as far as she could tell.

She curled back up on her bed and kept her eyes on the boy’s back until they drifted shut. In the morning, she hoped everything would look better.

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The moments of peace that Anion managed to get were mostly when he was too exhausted to keep fighting the sleep his body needed. Sync watched his older brother through half open eyes and frowned at the bloody knuckles and fingers he saw. Had Anion gotten into a fight? His older brother more often than not stepped in to defend the two of them, but Sync hated it when Anion got hurt. It seemed to happen more and more, and he couldn’t do much to help.

At the moment, he couldn’t even sit up, even though he did feel much better than just the day before. Apparently this wouldn’t be a quick recovery. His frown deepened at that - wouldn’t it be better for Anion to just leave him behind somewhere? Go out on his own? Anion deserved to have a better life where he didn’t have to fight to find food or shelter.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled, lips trembling a little, and pushed the small plushie against Anion’s chest. He wanted to do something for Anion’s hand too, but there was nothing he could. “I’m sorry, Anion… don’t get hurt anymore…”

[cruelfonmaster]

Anion had spent the whole night watching Sync. He had nodded off every now and then, and actually fell asleep sitting up for a good hour or so. It was early sunrise when Sync finally stirred a bit. He was looking a lot better than he had before. It brought a small smile to his face when he saw that his baby brother was okay.

However, it was short lived when Sync started to cry. He looked down at his hand and mentally cursed. Sync had seen it. He quickly hid it and gently grabbed Sync’s hand. He shook his head and smiled again. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It was an accident. I fell and hurt myself is all,” he lied. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll ask Natalia to fix it up, okay?”

He didn’t want his little brother to worry about him. Sync had enough problems as it stood. The poor boy couldn’t live a normal childhood. He spent his days wandering the streets with Anion--begging for food and shelter. That was no life. Anion sighed. The more he thought about it--despite his better judgement and lack of trust--maybe they should stay with Largo and Natalia....just for a couple of days until Sync was better. Then, he would see just where the road would lead them. “Sync,” he sighed. “I have some good news. I’ve decided for a little while....we’ll stay with Largo and his daughter.”

@syncthetempest

[cruelfonmaster]

Domestic Living || Closed RP

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Shirley took a bite of her own food, thinking it wasn’t going to taste good but it actually did taste very delicious. And she smiled when Anion complimented that it tasted good, and that she had done a good job. “I’m so glad. I was actually worried, so i’m happy that you like it.”

She took a few more bites, but almost dropped her spoon into the stew when she heard his question. It surprised her. Why? Why would he ask her such a question like that? It was very random and not something Shirley expected. “How come? Because I found you to be an interesting person that I came to care deeply about. You may have your little outbursts here and there, but I love you no matter what.”

[cruelfonmaster]

“Your cooking as certainly gotten better. No offense, but it kind tasted like crap when we first got married. You’ve come a good long way these last couples of months. Just don’t change anything, okay?” The main problem with Shirley’s cooking was that it was cooked differently every single time--even when it was the same recipe. She either didn’t pay enough attention one time or too much that she got impatient and took it out early.

Anion looked up at his wife. It suddenly become dead silent. She had stopped eating and was just staring at him. “Don’t stare. It’s rude,” he remarked. He shook his head at his answer and gave a small smile. It was so like her to say that. He gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, well....it was a stupid question forget I even asked......So um, Shirley. I was thinking that since it has been a couple of months that maybe we should start advancing to the next stage of our lives.” He was slowly dying. Now was the time to ask. 

@shirleyxfennes

[northernroleplayer-blog]

JUST SO EVERYONE IS CLEAR

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BUT

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[cruelfonmaster]

Permanent Semi-Hiatus

Until further notice, this blog is going into permanent semi-hiatus. I am beginning to lose muse for Anion, and I am just consumed by work to really be on here. I may actually pass the blog on down to my cousin who still loves the game and actually runs a couple of rp blogs on here. Anyway, I will either put stuff in queue or reply directly when I’m not busy. Until then, I appreciate all of you who continue to put up with me. It means a lot.

[cruelfonmaster]

Domestic Living || Closed RP

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“It’s something really really good.” It was something her sister used to make, and hopefully her husband would like it too. Shirley had to do a lot of tasting and stirring as well as making sure she remembered the right ingredients to put in this meal she had prepared.

As soon as she served the food in two bowls, Shirley came back out of the kitchen and over into the dining room. Setting the one bowl down in front of Anion, Shirley set the other down beside his and took her seat. “It’s a stew that my sister used to make Senel and I. Now it might not be as great as my sisters but I hope you enjoy it.”

[cruelfonmaster]

“Well, it smells good so hopefully, it will taste good,” Anion commented before taking a bite. It wasn’t that bad actually. It was one of things that actually tasted good for a change. “It tastes good. You actually did a good job on this one.”

He ate the food quietly, but his head wasn’t as quiet. He had so many things he needed to tell Shirley, but he just wasn’t ready to. Being married changed him, true; but he still was himself. He found it hard to trust people with things even the ones he was close with. It was hard, and it angered him to no end. “Shirley...why did you marry me?” Anion asked randomly.

@shirleyxfennes