Onism

Chapter 19: Wonderstruck, in the arms of a god.

"And you shall have him. I promise you that Mr. Mikhailovich."

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When Sonechka opened the double door his red puffy eyes widened. His emerald globes sparkled like raw gems under a stream of light. He was everything I would ever need.

His small figure scrambled towards me immediately, his bare feet scuffling against the wood floors.

My arms opened before I could conjure the thought. My fingers grasping at the cloth of his back.

' My brother, is here in the flesh. He's here in my arms, under my finger tips.'

I hoisted the green eyed boy up, my arm sliding underneath him and the other cradling his back.
I turned around and faced the blonde who had promised me my brother.

I licked my lips, my teeth sinking into the inside of my mouth.
Yuily had kept his promise...but it was also a matter if he'd been telling the complete truth earlier...

I looked Yuily in the eyes, my purple irises were most likely glowing.
I parted my lips my teeth flashing behind the purple painted flesh.

"Sonechka did these nice men save you from that mean murderer?"

A small sniffle was heard as Sonechka further burrowed his face into my neck. I watched his body language closely, should there be a sign he was lying I'd know.
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Cloud flames that swirled around the core of young Sonechka's soul brushed their limbs gently over it. Cooing at it in soft thrills, feathers bunching together to cradle the child in comfort.
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Sonechka in the silence of the room, murmured quietly into my shoulder. His tears could be felt through the clothes on my skin.
"Emmmmhmmm...They...They rescued us f-from that terrible man!"

Sonechka shouted into my shoulder, the young boy dissolving into a sobbing mess . I held his shaking shoulders, pushing his head further into my neck.
I looked back up at Yuily who still held the same gentle smile on his face.
"I see and these nice people have been taking good care of you?"

"Y-yes! They gave me food and some new clothes.....W-Wait they weren't nice to me sometimes!"
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My seething eyes shot up towards Yuily, my lips pulling back into a twisted snarl. Yuily immediately looked shocked his eyes widening with panic.
My sharp teeth strained against one another as I clenched my jaw. This guy was gonna die-.