he’s A Private Person || Accepting!~
🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret
“Let’s explain something, first... My blood family is downright disgusting. They experiment on and destroy their children. Ripped off my arm and leg and fucked some other shit up while they were at it.”
“I’m ninety-five percent sure that their claim about ‘making the perfect soldier for the Family’ is bullshit. They’re just a bunch of fucking sadists. And-fucking-yet, our ancestors took the time to learn how to manipulate souls. So being a fighter, being a soldier? It’s in the DNA at this point. Passing down from soul to soul.”
“I don’t want to be a soldier. I don’t want to fight. But I can’t break from it. My soul was manipulated from the start of my damned bloodline to be a soldier for those bastards. Something about me being a true heir. They’re insane... Still, nothing I can do about my soul. But at least I can choose to fight utter cunts like them, instead of who they wanted me to.”
👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
“Alright, so I... Get bored a lot. Not much for a retired old woman like me to do between, er... jobs.” Cough. “So I do a lot of shit to pass the time. Sometimes I watch a shit ton of movies or shows, and I’ll admit... Embarrassingly, I really like those animated Tinker Bell movies. Filled with that childlike wonder I’ve heard so much about, I guess.”
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
“No. For fuck’s sake, no! Why would you— Fine. Christ on a bicycle, I wish I could get wasted. Okay. Fine.”
“I’m scared that I... I don’t know. Somewhere, deep down, I’m still a Silver. That they’ll come and get me one day and there won’t be shit I can do about it. That they’ll turn me into whatever fucking monster they had planned up in those blueprints. Fucking... Making blueprints for children who haven’t even been born yet, those motherfuckers...”
“But there isn’t just that. It’s.. Hard to talk about.”
“There’s this... well, I guess you could call her a woman. When she’s inclined to be one, that is. But, uh... A while back, and I mean a while, she sort of. Kidnapped me. Some bullshit feud between her family’s and mine, and she wanted to please her mum by making some example of me in some ritual blah blah blah.”
“Trouble was, her mother didn’t give a shit. Also didn’t give a shit to tell my kidnapper that she wasn’t interested. Long story short, she kept me there for ten bloody years... or what amounted to it in that place, I guess. And, I... Y-you’ve probably heard of that syndrome kidnapped people get. Yeah. That.”
“And she fell in love with me, too. I stayed with her for ten whole years through every torture session she threw at me, through all the burns and slices and lashes and my bloodline’s name carved into my only fucking flesh arm. And I still loved her, and she loved me. Wasn’t until she chose some poor new ‘toys’ that she started to realize how fucked it all was, and how her mum had basically wanted her dead for eons. Actual eons. Not a metaphor.”
“But what I’m scared by is that I... I think I still love her.”
The question mark one implies you were gunna ask smth specific lmao