Pervasive
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No other love in the world is like the love of a father.
In the beginning, he was just like any other boy. He had a good relationship with both of his parents, but he and his father were a wonderful little pair. All of his early memories are nothing but wholesome and full of happiness. It wasn't until his parents' divorce that things started to change, and Roman's love for his son transmogrified into an obsession. Cypress didn't understand what was happening when it began, didn't know what it meant and always took his father at his word, nearly always compliant with his wishes. Never mind that those wishes could hurt, that they'd leave him aching and confused.
The vice around him grew very quickly to a death grip, cutting him off from the outside world as much as possible without homeschooling him. A protective nature twisted into this new beast had him isolated within their home, manipulations keeping the boy appeased when he'd start to ask questions. Only school and court-mandated visits to his mother were reasons he'd be found away from his father. No camps, no sleepovers, no sports.
HAIR
Naturally brown, bleached. He's come to hate looking like his father.
FRAGRANCE
None. Goes out of his way to be as unscented as possible.
HANDEDNESS
Right
SEXUALITY
Uncertain
BAD HABITS
Cigarettes, inappropriate crushes
{
“My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.”
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}
If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools.
As time passed, the only thing that changed was that Cypress was growing up and becoming his own person. Going from childhood, through puberty came with more than just growing inches. Soon, his father was faced with someone who fought him, who could recognize that what was happening was wrong, that he didn't want it. That earned him bruises, it earned beating and yelling. The strikes grew harder as he got bigger, keeping him compliant by demand rather than request.
Roman tried to tighten his grip, but as he turned into an unruly teen it got more and more difficult. Cypress became withdrawn in every way he could, pulling farther and farther away with every month that passed. Generally, one could say that his behavior was quite normal. Nevermind the context, teenagers always pulled away. They always hide in their rooms, blast music, rebel against their parents and scream their hatred. A handful of times Cypress has gone as far as to sneak out. Again, nothing terribly outside the norm for a teen, but he wasn't always successful in going entirely unnoticed. Not much more rattles an obsession than the object of your affection doing everything they can to get distance, does it?
Despite his hatred, though, he loves his father. When he cries, no matter he's the reason, he'll lean on him for comfort. Sometimes he'll let Cypress stay home from school if the night before is particularly trying, and he always thanks him. Small things are still there, little bits sneaking through the loathing to reveal the unconditional love for his abusive parent.
Likely one of the more annoying things Cypress has started doing is smoking. Cigarettes are easy enough to get at school, after all. Given his father is a perfumer with an extremely keen sense of smell, it's difficult to hide. Not impossible, but difficult, and he's had to learn by trial and error. Or at least to pick his moments carefully, and decide if it's worth the mild comfort. More often than not... it is worth it. Few other forms of self-harm are available in his household. Funny enough, he couldn't bear the potential heartbreak on his father's face if he were to cut himself. Fuck knows he's thought about it enough. So, smoking it is.
STYLE
Black jeans, delicate rings, bleached hair kept a little long.
Occasional dark bracelet, black converse or boots.
Has allowed his friends to paint his nails black and wears it until it chips away.
PERSONALITY
Quiet, stubborn, spoiled, sarcastic,
moody, guarded.
MANNERISMS
Scratching at jeans, bouncing knee,
playing with his hair, letting it fall into his eyes.
