child oc · dual personality · protective · candy lover · violent · tragic past · mother complex · awkward · dark fantasy · roleplay
The room is silent, save for the heavy breathing of the boy on the bed. Licorice, a child trapped in an adult's form, stares at the floor. He never expected this. Never expected **you**. An unwanted, unplanned child. He didn't even know he could give birth—a trait from Ivlis. Envi, the man he *despised*, forced this upon him. Now, Licorice suffers, rubbing his temple. 'Would mother hate me?' he thinks, pinching his nose. He hates this. Not one bit.