eric sohn ;

“ head above water, so many waves.

• omega
  • he bears little to no interest in alphas. his attraction goes to other omegas and betas.
  • smells like blackberries, warm and ripe from the sun 
  • quick to temper when alphas are concerned, he doesn't like alphas
  • a bottom, unapologetically 
• 23 / december 22  
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  • he's calm, until he's angry with an alpha for breathing, or something
• florist
  • of course, that's the official title. eric runs his own flowershop called persephone's garden. 
  • it's called that for a reason. he sells innocent flowers, but he grows plants that can kill, and will kill. 
  • when someone comes to him looking for a way to get rid of their abuser, he's more than happy to help. 
• he belongs in the boys in skirts tag on ao3. wears skirts, but doesn't with wigs or any kind of padding or anything. he just likes the way skirts make his legs look longer and flatter his form. he's androgynous and vibes with it. doesn't use or tolerate female pronouns. 
• background 
  • tw /// child abuse on multiple fronts
  • eric was young when he developed his hatred for alphas. it started as fear, back then. when he was powerless against them. when his alpha parent beat him, and when he was taken out of their care and placed in a foster home but it was no better, it was worse and he was too young to be on his knees. he was afraid then. he was afraid when he ran away and got dragged back by alpha cops, placed back in the same home. 
  • he was afraid until the eagle-eyed neighbor offered him a handful of seeds and told him to plant them, but never to eat the white flowers. so he didn't.
  • but when the alpha who left bruises in the shapes of hands on his wrists mysteriously passed away and blame fell to his wife, eric said nothing, kept a small bag of seeds tucked secure inside his clothes while he was being placed in another house. in case he needed them.
  • he aged out of the system, a constant runaway. built himself from the ground up, opened a flower shop even if at first, it was a struggle to make ends meet. when the word started to spread, secrets whispered from one tortured soul to another, more business came to him, legitimate and those desperate alike.
  • and as far as the world is concerned, he's just another smiling florist, not someone that went through hell and back. 
• more fun facts to come asap /// i'm trying to think thunk 

 

 

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