☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea! 🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)
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Eva knows how to make people hurt....She knows where to hit, what potions can make a person feel like they are being eaten from the inside, and how to make people fear crossing her. The ways to damage they body so a person thinks they are dying, but are barely shedding any blood. She of course, keeps this hidden because it is not a part of herself that she likes and also brings connections to her family that are meant to be under wraps unless absolutely necessary.
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Oh yes, Eva has been hurt deeply by a love of her life before. (Drabble bellow)
“Unchiule! What is going on?” Eva huffed as she was tugged by the wrist through the throng of yurts that the family and allies lived in. “I need to get this powder to Can you at least let me do that?” She demanded as her uncle kept silent and pulled her towards a yurt on the outskirts of the rest... the black yurt... “T-This must be serious...” Eva mumbled. Gabriel as an older man, with grey strands peppering his side burns and in a few wisps of his almost pitch black ruby hair. Wordlessly he pulled his niece into the punishment yurt, only then releasing her wrist. He stepped aside with arms folded, his piercing green eyes staring at the one accused, who was currently tied to a chair, a guard at either side of him. “Micharu!” The young woman gasped, running to kneel in front of him, taking his face in her hands to examine is already swelling eye and broken nose. With a throaty growl, Eva stood and turned to her elder, “How dare you? What could my betrothed have possibly done to find himself in the shadow yurt?! Untie him right now!” “I cannot do that, little bird” Gabriel’s deep tones came out soft, full or remorse, though the hate in his eyes grew every brighter as he continued to stare at the young man tied up, “He has broken a bond and must be punished.” “And what bond is that may I ask?!” Eva’s own arms folded to match her uncle’s posture.
“...Yours little bird...”
Those words hit like a tidal wave of ice on Eva’s anger, filling her chest with stabbing pain... hers? her bond.. how... “T-That’s not true...h-he and I.. we are to be married in the spring and-” “Seems he could not wait till spring to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh,” Gabriel cut her off, “The two men there? they are witness of what he is accused of...” Slowly turning herself back to face Micharu, it was hard for her to take her eyes off him enough to look at the two men standing on either side of the chair... Togda... and his son Varu... Emarie’s father and brother. “They caught this fox in the hen house so to speak. Laying in bed with Emarie after weaving lies of calling off your engagement and ... and marrying her instead....”
It was cruel, and he knew it, to be so blunt about what had occurred, so straight forward. But Gabriel also knew if he did not, his little niece would come up with any kind of excuse in her head to heal her heart, and not believe that her fiancé was the filthy pig he was.
“That’s not... h-he wouldn’t.... I....” The redhead found it hard to speak... hard to breathe, around the lump in her throat that would come back with a vengeance every time she tried to swallow it down. Her body moved, though she didn’t remember trying to, to stand in front of Micharu, “Look at me...” even her voice didn’t not sound like her own... “Look...at.. me.. now”
Like a cowering dog he did, his breath shaky and lip quivering as the pain and anger started to come off her aura in waves. Hell aura or not, those eyes spoke enough for him to know his life was in her hands.
“Is it true... tell me by vow of your own blood, if what you are accused of is true” The darkness that flowed through her words promised pain if he lied, and anguish if he told the truth. Either way, there was no escaping the payment due for his actions.
“I was not going to c-call it off.. I.. I just... I was a fool and....” It sounded painful for the young man to talk, probably from the cracked ribs, or perhaps the need to breathe through his mouth since his nose was smashed. He lowered his head in shame and started to blubber, words of sorry on his breathe, with some hope his pitiful state would touch on his fiancée’s kinder nature.
Quietly, Eva pulled off her engagement ring and laid it in her palm, rolling it around, the admiration she had for it before replaced with disgust. She brought it to the fire pit tossing it in and making eye of where it was in the hot coals, she needed to remember where it was as it was touched by the flames.
“So you laid with another... defiled another, while your heart was given to me” She returned to in front of the accused, “You confess?” More simpering and sobbing was all that came with the shaking nod.
Her hand tingled from the slap she gave across his head, and was displeased by the small grunt of pain she got.
“Ține capul sus!” she barked the command with acid on her tongue. To which Varu was quick to obey, grabbing Micharu’s hair and yanking back so he was looking up at the angered daughter of the Forsyth blood. Perfect; it was a better angle. Forehand, backhand, back and forth Eva slapped the man who she had loved with all her might. The sobs and wails of pain didn’t seem to satisfy. Even when she felt the sickening crunch of his already broken nose across her palm and the blood that seeped out of it wasn’t enough. She wanted a scream, pure anguish; the pain in her heart needed to be felt by his flesh.
“Unchi Gabriel.” her voice was calm, low and full of a strange lull, “the tongs?” She turned back to the fire, kneeling down and hunting with her eyes for that engagement ring that she had left to nest in the coals. Wordlessly he handed her the fire pit tool, watching with solemn eyes, and yet a proud smirk on his face. Picking the glowing metal out of the fire, Eva gave pause. It looked so pretty, glowing like an ember of her hate. “His hand... would you?” She looked over at her uncle who gave a small nod, walking over to the culprit of his niece’s broken heart. Pressing his thumb into MIcharu’s wrist he hand his hand raise palm up. No amount of thrashing or saying her name was saving the young man as he stared at the glowing ring being hung over his hand. “Micharu,” She said in melancholy sigh, “I am afraid I must decline your proposal.” She let the ring free to fall onto his waiting hand. The screaming did not give her pause, the smell did not make her regret. No, Eva made sure as soon as the ring touched his hand to close his fingers around it, forcing his fist to embrace the hot metal. A sneer of disgust left her lips as he vomited from the pain, only then did she take a step back and let his hand go limp.
“Now, he has dishonored your family...” she said to the two men who had helped keep the dishonored one from resisting, “I leave the rest of his fate to you, in accordance to tradition.” she bowed her head quickly and made a march out of the yurt.
“Well done little bird,” she didn’t want the praise though, didn’t want any more words or touches... her feet picked up pace, faster and faster she walked away from the yurt, till it was a full on sprint away, her heart pounding and hot tears falling.
It kept going, till she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees, and it didn’t matter that she was surrounded by the women of the clans who followed after her, nor did it matter the words of comfort they gave. All that Eva could find the strength to do as she wept, was let out the scream of a freshly damaged heart.