Aro humanlife headcanons? please and thank you!
Hello dear anon! As it turns out I have plenty of human Aro headcanons and I have attempted to write them out in a coherent story through my second blog (now deleted). Sadly, I decided I couldn't pull off something like that, yet. I suppose you can find the few chapters through my reblogs probably under the tag #museverse but i dont rec unless you are dying to know what is happening. because I'm going to write it as I normally would and post a longer and better version of that same story on ao3 (soon. pls be patient with me, im so fckn busy im dyingg)
But until then, have just a lil summary :)
Sweet and mistreated, hopeful and desperate, Aro.
Just a couple of years before Christ's birth, Aro was born in the city of Tyre, today's Lebanon, carrying witch-blood in his veins through his mother's mother. He was the third in line of his siblings, and the second son.
His full name, that his parents only ever called him by a few times, since the little boy turned out to be a lot to handle and they had to call out the name a little too often, is Aranaro (as taken by a kylliki headcanon and a post I cannot find unfortunately) and it supposedly, literally means "The second son". The shortened version came to the parents immediately, Arno.
His older brother passed away when he was 5 and when Aro was 3, leaving his parents broken and emotionally destroyed. Aro looked a little too much like him, and soon after the little boy passed, the parents couldn't handle Aro and his always smiling attitude. They sent him to live with his grandmother, who was staying just on the outskirts of Tyre for about a year, until they felt well enough again.
There, Aro picked up a lot of his grandmother's mannerisms and tiny little gestures. She always looked at him with a knowing smile. She knew the boy would grow into power some day and planned to show him everything she knew.
When Aro returned home, his younger brother was beginning to speak, and he couldn't pronounce his big brother's name. In his furious attempts, the baby boy managed to call out an "Awo" with much difficulty. Growing up, his little brother switched to "Aro", and it stuck.
Another baby brother came into the family and now Aro was 6, and very much capable of taking care of him -with his older sister's help and supervision- and finally his mother could go back to work.
With both parents missing from the house long hours, his grandmother moved in to help out. She kept teaching Aro about herbs, and small spells, easy tricks how to heal most injuries.
He carved a little lion out of wood for his little brothers, cutting his finger terribly, but he didn't care because of how excited they were. (read more about this little lion here)
At 11, a black cat showed up in his life for the first time. His grandmother had smiled proudly, this was a great sign.
When Aro was 12, his mother gave birth to another child, this time a girl, and Aro, with his twelve years of life experience and ever present excitement, cared for his little sister all day long.
At 15, his father took him with him to Egypt, where he traveled for work. A year later, his father returned, leaving Aro in Egypt with the promise that he would come back as soon as possible. Aro knew it was an empty promise, but didn't speak up. The next day after his father left, a black cat showed up at his door, and he took her in with some relief. Of course, his father never returned.
In Egypt, Aro worked with leather, turning out to be quite good at it. But it was too hard on his hands, and it hindered his abilities at performing spells.
In Egypt, he also met his wife, with whom he had 3 children of his own, and one that wasn't either of theirs.
Aro sent letters back to his home, along with money, but they never wrote back to him. Only his sister wrote to him just a few times through the years and Aro received the letters with a terrible heartache, cherishing them nonetheless.
When he was marrying this Egyptian woman, Nefi, who he loved with his entire heart and who loved him back just as much, he had sent a letter to invite his family too, but confessed to her one night that he was certain they would not come. He was certain they wouldn't even respond, not even to this important event in Aro's life.
There was a rumor traveling among the locals and spreading further into the Roman Empire, day after day, that there was a witch in Egypt who supposedly could cure any and all illnesses. But the witch didn't always agree to help. No one could figure out how this witch chose who to help and who to not.
Aro was counting the years, and when he knew his little sister was about to turn 15, he sent a package to her, gifting her her first pair of golden hoop earrings.
He never wrote back home again.
Soon after, when he was 27, his human life was brutally ended and a series of unfortunate events and constant heartbreaks began.
