AUTHORS NOTE-

This is really awful and I hate it and RAAAHAGGHGHHG but I wanted to post smthn soooo
Also this isn't proofread, as per usual because I'm a lazy bastard

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For a while, Ominis thought that his hatred towards his family couldn't affect him that badly. Sure he tears up a bit when Solomon calls him "son" but that's just a small thing.

However, when he hugs sebastian and the arms wrapped around his waist start to make him twitch, he starts doubting himself.

It reminds him of his mother's cold hands holding up his tired freezing body as he casts crucio for the first time. His throat burned as sobs still made their way out of his small shaking body. His whole body was covered in sweat, his cheeks wet with tears as they pattered against the tile below his knees.

Her hands were wrapped around his ribs as his shirt jagged and poked into his already overstimulated body. It had taken a long 10 minutes to try and even get him to hold his wand, his mother whispering into his ears, telling him it's what he has to do. He gripped his wand with both of his small hands, pressing the tip to his head to try calm himself down. He remembers his father yelling from behind him and his mother, telling him to "get on with it".

He regrets apologising.

He remembers pleading to be let go, get into his pyjamas and sleep away the horrible memories of the night, only to be met with his mother's hand slapping his head, nasty words laced with poison were spat but Ominis chooses to forget them.

The pain of the curse casted on him still rattled in his body. His bones ached and his head felt like it was slowly cracking in half, scabs opening themselves, and the feeling of his guts moving made him nauseous. The pain made him tired which is why his mother is holding him up as his knees graze the ground.

It hurt to sob but he couldn't stop.

Eventually, after painful minutes, he casts it. He didn't cast it out of anger, he casted it out of desperation for his own pain to stop, but his family don't have to know that.

After he weakly casts the spell, hitting his target, he drops his wand and is pulled in for a hug by his mother. With his back against her chest, she mumbles into his ears "oh my beautiful son, oh my beautiful, beautiful son..."

He remembers feeling his feelings get pushed to the back of his mind and his ears ringing to drown out the praise from his parents.

But soon enough, he pulls out of the hug and is back to the present, Sebastian's soft voice soothing him.

Maybe it does affect him.