#oc: horos ectorius
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bleedingichorhearts · 1 month ago
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𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝’𝐬
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𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Trying out the Soulmate Au! :D
𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Your soul is slowly withering, much to the Custodes frisson.
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TW // Yandere, Soulmate Bond Refusal?
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A soulmate and its bond was fragile. Something like a string of silk or a classic phrase “porcelain glass.” It could be snipped and crushed with ease; turned into paste. Ruining your chance of ever finding your one and only; your mate for life. It almost felt hopeless, merciless and unforgiving.
Well… at least it was for you anyway. You didn’t seem nor hear any problems from other people that have the same… weakness as you. You never heard the bonds failing them; rejecting them. You always seen the purity of the soulmate bond on the people and sometimes the Astartes alike.
Of course, there were sometimes where you saw your siblings having these “flings” of a bond. Some fake soulmate bond they would announce just because they were so eager to get laid, gain the wealth of this said “soulmate.” Eager for a very immoral relationship or just all three. It was sadly; all for play, but you know better than to judge a soulmate bond that wasn’t clearly even real.
You had a couple of these “soulmate” bonds quite a few times yourself. Each one leaving you yearning, broken and weak as the universe can’t decide whether to kill you or not. That, and you rather die than manage to get a bond from one of those damn playboys your stepsister brings in night after night, and that had happened before.
It’s would have been your “third times the charm” moment, but the charm was not all there, it never was. You were weak to bonds after having other two bond rejections that completely messed up your bonding factor. You can bond quickly and you can feel the bond more strongly than normal, and it doesn’t break easy. The bond connects too easy, and it doesn’t help that it takes a really long time for you to recover from a bond refusal.
So, to see your third bonded making out with your stepsister; which wasn’t all that surprising, and you should have expected it, but it still, in some way, hurt, and not really because he was making out with your stepsister, but because he didn’t even acknowledge you. He was too busy eating your stepsisters face off when she looked all to smug when she had spotted you, making a tiny show out of it.
You were… 25% (maybe lower) glad that one of the golden Custodes were with you at that time. Watching the whole ordeal behind you, never really interfering, and you didn’t either. You didn’t want to be bonded to someone that won’t even acknowledge you and give you a glance. So you just walked past them in the hallway, feeling that familiar of a rejected bond taking effect, more strongly too. Yet, you didn’t want to show that it had affected you so much. You didn’t want to give your stepsister the petty satisfaction that she craved for from you.
However, once you were in the private quarters of your room. You can feel everything crumble on you once again. How your heart drops and rips along with your shoulders. The heavy dread of not finding “the one” filling up your thoughts, suffocating you, drowning you as your vision flickers and fades in and out. It wasn’t by far your most brutal one as your first bond was the brutal one, but it still had a great effect on you.
You were glad (that 25%) when Celsus was there to catch you when you had suddenly fallen for a split second. Your vision blacking out, your knees buckling and you were finding it hard to breath. Your vision still going in and out while you find yourself tucked in the Shadowkeepers armored chest. Your body sitting in his lap.
“Breathe, little one.” He said so normally, so… tender. It had confused you while strangely, you felt comforted in his hold. You had felt somewhat safe and protected while this bond refusal continues to work its magic, making you weak, fragile, nearly uncomprehensive, at his mercy, and you weren’t sure if you like that or not. Being at the mercy of a being that was more… efficient than a baseline human, than a normal Astartes. Not only that, but he wasn’t even supposed to be holding you. Your family would definitely get jealous and greedy if he saw him coddling you, but it’s not like you could move. You tend to get immobile after a bond refusal as well, and become bed ridden. Your body as well as your mind trying to recover.
That, is when the Custodes suddenly get more protective and… stoic with everything around them and you. The Shadow Keeper refuses to leave your side or even your room. The Solor Watch doesn’t dare to leave the property, always setting up a perimeter over the land. Emissaries Imperatus doesn’t like to leave the area either, rather he likes coming in to check up on you and the Shadow Keeper. The Aquilan Shield and the Dread host would like to stay near you, and they do once you are up and about, but they don’t when you are resting. Instead, they are gathering… intel.
That can be a rather… trapping experience for you. Again, you can’t move because you are trying to recover from the bond refusal, but it still sucks. You are watched nearly 24/7, (not that you haven’t been watched 24/7 before…) you can’t get up and do the things that you would usually do, and you have to rely on the Custodes and maids to help you, not your family. They wouldn’t care a single penny about you. You can hear how they host more party’s when you are just trying to rest and recover; laughing and blasting music that you can feel through the frame of your bed.
You had… invited Celsus to your side with a twitch of your fingers on your 5th night of listening to that crap, getting a god awful migraine from the shitty music they were playing and it was driving you a bit insane. You need to invest in some noise canceling headphones or something… That is until Celsus abided your request, coming to kneel by your bedside. His armor somehow blocking the music with his bulk to make it sound more muffled. His red visor watching you, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze beneath the helmet.
You’re not sure if it was because you are injured from a bond and he is actually worried for you or it was simply just all a play, but in that moment? You needed something to stable your own sanity. You needed someone to grasp onto and guide you for just a second, even if they would just potentially disregard you later.
You just… you just needed someone to at least pretend to care for you.
You gesture for Celsus to get closer with your hand again. Your eyes looking over at him tiredly. Your breathing still unrhythmic. You weren’t sure if he would come closer to you, but you sure as hell won’t be able to pull him into your gasp. You were still to weak, he probably won’t even let you, but also you were not an idiot to not respect other people and things boundaries. You won’t push it.
To your tired hope, he does lean a bit forward. His armored form placing a black gauntlet on your bed. Being careful with his weight as your body moves towards him a little at the sudden drop of the mattress. You can tell he watched the sudden movement of your body with the slight tilt of his helmet looking down at you, a small, quiet rumble coming out of him. Sending a tingling sensation through you. Very different from the bass thud’s of the party.
Being brave, bold or incredibly ignorant. You slowly move your hand over his gauntlet on your bed. Gently tracing the obvious differences between you and him. How much bigger and well… thicker he was in bones, armor, skin. Your fingers tracing the design of his gauntlet, slowly feeling between his armored fingers and then barely being able to grasp at it because you were at an odd angle and he was very, very much bigger than you. You were sure they would just snap your fingers then your neck in a millisecond…
You grasp at his gauntlet a bit more, giving it a tug, asking him to come a bit more closer. Your drowsy eyes looking him over while his red, glowing visor never leaves your own when he moves a bit more forward again, nearly hovering over you. Casting a bit of a shadow over you even though it was already dark. The shining, full moon from the open bedroom window doing him some justice to make him look more like a knight in shining armor.
Giving him a once over, and with all the strength that you had left from trying to recover. You pull yourself up and wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug. It was a little awkward considering your arms can’t even wrap around him probably, but hey. At least you’re trying. You’re trying to heal, and if it must need some risks to be potentially killed by him… it might just be better fate… it would be quick.
You were going to take that risk for now.
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bleedingichorhearts · 3 months ago
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𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐎𝐂’𝐬
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This some of my descriptions of my ocs.
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𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤:
Celsus Varon:
Gender: Male
Age: Third Oldest. (Around 2,000+ years old.)
Occupation: Shadow Keeper
Eyes: Central Heterochromia, the center of his Iris is a deep, blood-like red and fades out to a brighter, but still a deep red, dead/sleepy shape.
Hair: Short, soft black hair; usually faded and clean shaven.
Skin & Body type: Cool bronze skin, Muscular Mesomorphic body, thighs/butt juicy and squishable.
Height: 8’5ft
Notable Features: Small scarring around his eyes & overall face. Has small ones here and there on his body too.
Atlas Ectorius:
Gender: Male
Age: Tied with Horos (Around 4,000+ years old.)
Occupation: Aquilan Shield
Eyes: Complete Heterochromia, his left is a vibrant gold while his right is an ocean blue, hooded shaped.
Hair: Medium, wavy, white, undercut hair. Clean shaven.
Skin & Body type: Light bronze skin, Muscular mesomorphic body with a little fat to nibble and grasp.
Height: 9’5ft
Notable Features: Has many battle scars, but his most notable/seeable one is the right of his lip that drags down to his neck, leading continually downward into his armor.
Pythios Erős:
Gender: Male
Age: Sits around with Celsus. (Around 2,500+ years old.)
Occupation: Dread Host
Eyes: His eyes are like looking through vibrant bowls of golden honey, hooded shape.
Hair: Short, dirty blonde hair; either messy, textured or faded. Clean shaven.
Skin & Body type: Light bronze skin, Muscular Endomorphic body with eye-candy arms and hands.
Height: 8’7ft
Notable Features: Very scarred up arms and body with little scratch marks littering his face. A more remarkable scar crossing horizontally with his eyes, almost making him ‘blind.’
Horos Ectorius:
Gender: Male
Age: Oldest one out of the group. (4,000+)
Occupation: Solor Watch
Eyes: Complete Heterochromia, his right is a vibrant gold while his left is an ocean blue, almond shaped.
Hair: Medium, wavy and white; usually messy, but nicely cut. Has a power beard with walrus mustache.
Skin & Body type: Light bronze skin, Muscular Endomorphic body with a little fat as well, more to his stomach.
Height: 9’5ft
Notable Features: A lot of scars like Pythios with his notable one being the two that slash over his lips, threatening to silence him. However, he does have a missing left hand; replaced by an Iron Hands loyalty.
Sabinus Ventura:
Gender: Male
Age: Second Oldest. (3,000+)
Occupation: Emissary Imperatus
Eyes: Icy blue, dead/sleepy shape.
Hair: Short, jet black hair; sometimes textured or tight. Clean shaven.
Skin & Body type: Light bronze skin, Muscular Mesomorphic body with a slapable butt and wondrous hands.
Height: 9’0ft
Notable Features: Rather clean for a man like him however, just because his face is clean doesn’t mean his body isn’t. He has scars all over, nothing that I can explain just yet.
𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝:
Ruslan Fallen:
Gender: Male
Age: Old, going somewhere around 500-1000+?
Occupation: Mercenary/Fallen Angel/Master
Eyes: Right, deep green eye with his left blind.
Hair: Medium, straight, platinum blonde hair that is usually put up in a lil’ ponytail. Has the Executive beard.
Skin & Body Type: Fair bronze skin, Muscular Endomorphic body with bootyfull thighs.
Height: 8’1ft
Notable Features: This old man had some scarred lips, and a long, right-angled scar going down from his nasal bridge onto his left eye.
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