Just another orphan by MURD3RMYST3RY on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

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The first part of the comic is a flash back of what Moonsea's body is experiencing during the final part of CROSSROADS and Moonsea's introduction to BLOODMONEY : )

Moonsea does not remember, but Jun and Setekh know.

7/469 Acorns MYSTERY'S ACORN JAR - RATTLES THE CORNS-

Characters: Moonsea and Setekh Underwood(personal NPC) is owned by me , and Jun is owned by Lorespinner !

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It didn’t matter how many times Jun tired. They were never able to get through the door to see Moonsea. It had been this silent standoff for hours now. Jun just wanted to see them. They needed to see them more than anything.

Yet their Sol kept getting in the way.

“Mr.Underwood with all due respect, Moonsea has explicitly stated that I am an approved guest. So can I see her.” Jun deadpanned.

“No.” Setekh responded, crossing his arms. “We need to talk before I let you through.”

“Okay. Fine. What is it that we need to discuss?”

“Moonsea’s future.” Setekh frowns at them. Showing his disapproval of them in his space. “The bond that you have with Osiris dies **here.**” He points right at the ground between them.

“You have always been a distraction to his studies.” He proclaims proudly, as if this is fact. “Ever since you have come along she has been skipping her classes. Skipping their medication. She has left the den and has been gone for months. He shows up in your arms with your neck bitten by her and bleeding, with a record and two blights! Two! She is lucky she is alive!”

“It is my duty as her last living Sol, her flesh and blood, to prepare her for the cruel world she shall be inheriting from me. Every day her Phylakardia grows less visible and she knows nothing about how to maneuver in proper society. She will never find someone who is able to care for her properly. Someone who is able to AFFORD to keep her happy and healthy. Her record has scared most prospective suitors away from her.”

“And you? You are just another orphan. You have no bloodlines, no title, no celebrity, no gentry, no income. You will never be able to afford her treatments. You will never be able to house her with furniture fit for her size. Azalhai help you both when she wants kits and they inherit the family blight. You can work all you want, but you will never make her happy and healthy in the long term. You will. Never. Be. Enough.”

“She is here because of you. I lost her mothers, but I will not lose her. If you truly care for her you will turn around, and leave her life so she can stop chasing her ruin.”

The kit stood there, doing their best to withhold their fury. The pieces are slowly being put together. While Jun had a hunch of what was happening within the Underwood household, and Moonsea did their very best to hide it from them.

It was time someone finally put Moonsea first.

“Why are you so sure of what he wants?” Jun asked him, “Money and status aren’t everything that he wants. Have you ever considered that? Consider asking them?”

“I did. When his mothers were still here,” He responded, still standing on the door. “But now I must do what is best for him. Not what makes him happy. We both saw how close they were to getting Medusa.” Setekh pointed out, pinching his fingers, “All of those procedures done had cost so much, and if I were a poorer Folk they would have been sent to Azalhai mercifully by Matron Alice herself in that room months ago because it would have been all I could afford.”

Setekh kneels in front of Jun, staring them down straight in the eye. “And do you think we would live with ourselves knowing she had died because of lack of pay?” His own anger rose at their defiance.

He rose himself up, the albino folk looking down at the pastel kit in front of them. “Besides- I am doing the both of you a favor. Moonsea’s obsessive limerence with you has gotten extremely…**concerning**. I don’t want to hear another word of it.” Setekh shivers in disgust, turns around, opens the door then slams it in their face.