#(it's more the way Oly's dad handles the rabbits)

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 18: Fever / Vomiting / Warm soup Characters: Morceau Oleander, Oleander’s parents Warnings: Emeto, references to animal abuse, detailed description of butchery (dead dove do not eat seriously please heed the warnings) Summary: After a rough day, Oly helps his mom make stew.

Oly's mind was still reeling.

He remembered his papa talking to him for a while afterward. At some point his voice had stopped being angry, but it barely mattered. All Oly could do since he'd stopped crying was sit very still and be very, very quiet. He didn't want to talk, or listen, or play, or do anything. Eventually his papa left, and he didn't pay attention as to where.

His thoughts kept circling back to what he saw at the butcher's shop, only to dance away immediately, leaving him feeling dizzy. He was sitting by the door—the door that he'd never been allowed in until today.

He'd been so, so excited—his papa was finally going to show him what was in there. Papa had told him to get one of the rabbits, but he'd gotten distracted—Mr. Bun had been talking, and then his dad got mad at him for taking so long, and... and...

Tugging on his hat, he shook his head and sniffled. No, no, he didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to remember what had happened—he just remembered that it was bad.

Where was Mr. Bun? Mr. Bun always helped him when he was upset, or when he didn't understand something.

Wiping his face, he got up and stumbled off toward the rabbit hutches. He looked into one, and a particularly big bunny pushed his way to the front, smashing his face against the door.

Please please please pet me and scratch me, he said, in that funny voice Oly's other family members couldn't hear for some reason. Please please.

Oly opened the door, allowing the rabbit to hop out, and shut it again. He sat down, obliging the rabbit by stroking his clean, white fur. Something about the action made him feel a lot better. "There you go," he murmured, and looked back into the hutch. When he couldn't see the small bunny he was looking for, he frowned, and strained to see into the other hutches.

He hadn't realized he'd stopped petting the bunny until said bunny stomped his feet. NO! Pet and scratch me more!

"Oh, sorry." He resumed stroking the rabbit's fur and scratching his ears. "I was just looking for Mr. Bun. Do you know where he is?"

You took him out, dummy! the bunny replied, flopping over onto his side and casting a look at the nearest hutch. And the big man took him away. He just came by and took some others, too. You should ask him.

...Oh, that was right. His papa had taken Mr. Bun, and...

No, no, he didn't want to think about the bad part.

The bunny hopped to his feet and stomped again. Pet me more!

And Oly did so, content to hold and pet the rabbit and not think about anything else for a while.

Eventually Eagle came to get him, scooping up the rabbit and telling Oly that he needed to help Mama with dinner.

Waving goodbye to the fluffy friend, he hurried over to the house. He still felt wrong, but maybe he would feel better after helping Mama. Being around Mama usually made him feel better.

The kitchen door squeaked open as he entered the house. "I'm here, Mama!" he said, and his mom turned to him with a smile.

"Morceau, would you like to help wash the veggies?" she asked, gesturing to a tall stepstool that had been placed near the sink.

"Sure, Mama!" Smiling, he clambered up the stool, reveling in the feeling of being momentarily taller.

And then the smell hit him.

Normally he thought nothing of it—the smells of the foods before they were cooked was just part of helping in the kitchen.

But now that smell—he knew that smell. He'd smelled it earlier, but he wasn't helping Mama in the kitchen. He was...

Slowly he turned to see his mom chopping up little pink pieces of raw meat.

But it... wasn't just raw meat. Or, it was, except... except...

There had been blood, like that one time when he'd pricked his hand on a thorn, but it was everywhere, there was so much, but it never touched the white fur. And his dad had been so angry, and the head and paws were gone and he pulled the fur off, and there was the bright pink beneath, and the smell, and there was still stuff inside that, the long, stringy stuff, and it smelled bad, and there was blood, and all that was left was meat, but the meat had come from—

"Morceau? Morry, what's the matter?"

Everything was blurry, and tears dripped down his face as he stared at the pot they were going to cook the stew in, then at the meat.

It came from rabbits.

Like Mr. Bun.

Oly, Mr. Bun had called, but he hadn't been able to keep up with his papa. Help me, Oly! OLY—

The voice had stopped when the cleaver came down.

Oly's stomach lurched, and he scrambled away from the counter, nearly tripping off the stool. His mama caught him before he fell, but he pulled away from her, collapsing onto his knees and retching onto the tiled floor.

The awful bitter taste burned his throat and mouth, but it didn't remove the smells of the blood and raw meat lingering in his memories. He sobbed between heaves, and his mama gently rubbed his back. She was saying something, but he couldn't hear her.

When his stomach finally stopped flipping, his mama wiped his face and gave him water to help him rinse out his mouth. Then she wrapped him in a blanket and carried him to his room, where she tried to ask him things, but he couldn't answer. Eventually she left his room, and he could hear his mama and papa talking, the conversation quickly escalating into shouts.

Some distant part of him remembered that he hadn't been able to help his mom wash the veggies, so dinner was going to be late. But... he didn't really think he was hungry anymore.

Or that he would be hungry for stew ever again.

[erigold13261]

butch oleander definitely saw the incident different to morceau's cognition of it

I am... very confused on this ask. Because I'll be completely honest, when I saw this in my notifications cut off before I could read the whole ask, I though you were calling Oleander a butch woman/lesbian (which depending on headcanons can be valid).

But I think you mean the bunny incident(s) from his childhood. Though I don't understand what you are asking/saying when it comes to "butch oleader" and "morceau's cognition."

WAIT! NO! I'M JUST STUPID! BUTCH IS HIS DAD'S NAME! OMFG! XD

Okay okay okay! I understand now! OMG I can't believe that! HAHAHAHAHA. lol, well, As you can see, I'm not the most informed about Morceau Oleander, so some of the stuff I am going to say might be wrong. (to the point I forgot Oleander was his last name instead of his first, which is where my initial thoughts came from)

But yeah, Butch definitely sees it differently. He was most likely just doing his job as a butcher and selling rabbit meat. He could have talked to his son about his job a bit more instead of just killing rabbits he got attached to, but maybe he didn't realize how attached Oly was and didn't understand the psychological damage he was putting his son through.

Another thing is that, again he's just doing his job, but he purposely make Oly watch to toughing up his son. I doubt he wanted to fully traumatize Oly, but the business of butchering requires you not to get attached to the animals, especially if you are also raising them. So Oly being forced to watch the bunnies get butchered is something he would have been doing whether or not he could handle it.

And then Oly/Morceau, not understanding why this was happening and it was just the way of life, only saw pure little animals he loved being slaughtered. So yes, Morceau has a vastly different take on the situation than his father does.

[jclvni]

𝐡𝐬𝐡𝐪𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝟎𝟑𝟑            𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧. ' ̖-

we got a little bit carried away but this is v2 of our jelimpia kids ( our first au kinda made us sad so we sent them to therapy ).  / @olimpiacroy​

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐩.

after a tumultuous number of months and years, olimpia and jelani kind of get their thing to work and then bam ! olimpia gets pregnant by accident. it’s their ( misguided ) optimism that makes them think that they can handle a baby. terminating the pregnancy would have been a tough call for olimpia anyway, keeping the baby seems like a natural decision.

the first kid is definitely olimpia’s ; jelani’s still trying to figure out if he has it in him to be a dad. olimpia never forgets to complain about how she’s doing so much. in true jelimpia style, the quips escalate, and then it happens. one night, she so much as implies he’s behaving like his father and he snaps. jelani mwezi, whose tongue is so readily dipped in poison, had not a word to say as he slams the door shut behind him and disappears. it doesn’t last long ( a couple of nights, more than enough to have fanni pestering olimpia to forget him ), but he returns, of course ; he knows where he wants to be, and it’s with oli and kai. it’s a rocky couple of years that drive them to go to therapy, get their shit together — they can’t be stupid 20-something-year-olds forever. 

the first two kids are born in europe but they move to tanzania before the youngest is born. it’s olimpia’s way of saying every past mistake is water under the bridge. all the kids are baptized in budapest though, it was not up for debate.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

the kids have names that the parents liked. malakiàs is the name of a prophet, olimpia wanted a biblical name and it was pretty. safiri sounded nice. safiri and malakiàs both kind of sound like gemstones ( sapphire & malachite ) so it’s an added plus. akina was a name with attitude and it sounded pretty too. all kids are croy-mwezis because jelimpia wanted the kids to have an obnoxious name probably.

𝐢. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 ( jordan bolger fc )

zodiac sign: sagittarius name meaning: ( biblical ) messenger ; god-fearing

olimpia wants malakiàs to be living proof of how her relationship with jelani is not as hopeless as people think it is. she has high expectations for little ki and is a very hands-on parent the first years of his life. jelani is a bit absent — there, but not really there ; being a dad is difficult on him and he isn’t quite there yet. but these are formative years for ki. he’s relatively young when he gathers that his dad is not like the ones on tv. preschool aged and already bitter, ki begins to act up. aggressive brawls in the playground, snarky just-under-breath backchat to his nanny. olimpia is sad, but jelani is crushed — after all, it’s much too familiar ! a rough twenty years prior, it was he who was throwing messy punches in the school yard. this was a reality check for him. he’ll seek help before turning drowning in the rabbit hole that transforms him into andrew mwezi-rhodes.

malakiàs has many names but the most common nicknames are ”kai” which is used internationally and ”ki” which is used by family. olimpia usually calls him malakiàs though because it’s a name she chose and loved. ki starts acting out the older he gets and eventually olimpia just gives up. she doesn’t know what to do and kind of sees ki as a lost cause. ki grows up to be an independent adult.

the shame is that ki is the smartest kid of the three. just a bit smarter than average. but he never  applies himself. he does the bare minimum in school. he gets average ( sometimes excellent ) grades, so he has no reason to spend time and energy on studying. 

ki has only one passion: american football. he was three when he attended his first match, club seats to a cowboys vs patriots game, sat on the lap of grandpa andrew ( a big money american with friends in higher places ). he was four when his grandfather gifted him his first football, complete with mini goal posts and a helmet. and how jelani envies ! he envies his ki, who at four years old has garnered more affection from the man that he has over two decades ; and he envies his father, who had ignited a little spark in those chocolate brown eyes that not even olimpia had managed. how dare he ? so he overcompensates. every game day is a game day. new jerseys for each game, signed by all the big names at post-match meet and greets. little league games were proceeded with a feast of ki’s choice ( all too often, mcdonalds ). he does what he feels is necessary to ensure ki would pick him over grandpa andrew. 

olimpia had long backed off, and jelani was never all that paternal, so his teenage years divulged in a rebellious streak. he most certainly has a fling with a zulu ( kenny’s kid most likely ) and he’s bffs with karla de braganca ( a fact, no one can contest this ). 

godparents: @imanv, @lcvcntc

𝐢𝐢. 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 ( addis miller fc )

zodiac sign: libra  name meaning: journey ; second

safiri was jelani’s redemption arc. he was planned, he was wanted & he was cared for. he was born five years after ki. safiri grows up wanting to fix the family. he sees the cracks in his parents’ relationship and the issues his brother has. safiri does everything in his power to keep the family together. family life is probably the main source of stress for him.

safiri is popular though. he takes after jelimpia the most: stubborn, social and so sure of himself. his squad is the it squad of instagram. had he been born in the 90s he would have been bffs with kendall and sofia richie. he’s the luka sabbat / fai khadra of the next gen.

his real bff is céleste d’orléans. ciel likes taking pictures and safiri loves posing. they do projects together and just click. safiri gets along with both of his parents but he’s definitely jelani’s child. 

godparents: @siljcs, @aurcls

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐀 ( tasha green fc )

zodiac sign: aries name meaning: solidarity ; summer

akina happens because olimpia needs a daughter. a bit less than two years after safiri. two kids should have been enough but no. akina is luckily a girl and olimpia is over the moon. olimpia tries her hardest to have the most iconic mother-daughter relationship one can hope for. akina definitely talks to olimpia about everything but olimpia can be a bit suffocating. 

akina is a late bloomer. jelani tells olimpia to take her to speech therapy when she’s almost two and hasn’t learned to speak. akina has always been quiet. she’s an observer with a million thoughts running through her head. she doesn’t really like the role she has in her family.

so when she graduates from high school she goes to live with the savari kids. she redefines herself outside of her family and realizes what she wants to do and that is art. after her gap year she applies to central saint martins to study textile design. she loves london and her new freedom. she sends postcards to her parents and lots of polaroids. social media is so uncool.

godparents: @fannicroy, @bastivvn