⚠️TW Bloody nose⚠️

It’s not a comfort character unless you project you’re trauma onto them!

It’s my blog, I can post whatever I feel like posting….

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Anyone want an extensive knowledge of my childhood trauma?

A White Rose (Pt. 5)

(This series is created using the prompts from @summer-of-whump)

Continued from here

@sparrowsage

CW: Blood, funeral, broken nose, dehumanization, beating

Shea was at the funeral. Nicholas had ordered him not to cry— he said it would cause a scene— but Shea was having trouble obeying. At the reception after the burial, Nicholas pulled him aside.

“I see tear stains.” He remarked.

“I’m sorry, sir, please forgive me…” Shea dipped his head.

After a moment of silence, Nicholas said, “No.” He took Shea by the arm and pulled him into a side room. “Look at me.”

Shea was getting used to that command. Master Wilson had never allowed Shea to look him in the eye, but Nicholas seemed to find it disrespectful when Shea didn’t look him in the eye.

Nicholas punched Shea in the face, sending him stumbling backwards and onto the ground.

Tears of pain streaked down Shea’s cheeks and his vision clouded as he felt blood dripping from his nose. He didn’t try to get up.

“Hm.” Nicholas said. Shea could hear him walk closer. “I always wondered how it would feel to make you bleed.” He picked Shea up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against a wall. Shea gave a sharp cry as one of his wings hit the wall at a wrong angle. “Do you want me to stop?”

Shea took a shaky breath. “S-sir, I wish for you to d-do what you see fit… I-I disobeyed an order. If this is my punishment, I won’t protest it.”

Nicholas scoffed. “You can’t stay strong forever. I’ll break you if it’s the last thing I do.”

Shea was confused by that. He wasn’t strong. He was weak. There was nothing to break— Shea knew he was as good as worthless— especially to Nicholas.

Just as Shea’s vision started to clear, Nicholas punched him again. This time, Shea felt his nose crack. He tasted blood as it poured down his face. Shea winced as he felt Nicholas pull his hair.

“Why is your hair so damn long?” Nicholas shoved Shea into the ground. “It’s like you’re asking for people to drag you around with it.”

Shea wheezed as Nicholas kicked him in the ribs and then pulled him back to his feet by his hair.

“Clean up. You’ve got blood everywhere. All over the floor, too. Rejoin me when your done.”

“Yes, sir.” Shea breathed, trying to catch his breath.