Whumptober 2024

Day 9: Obsession | Frame me up on the wall to keep me out of trouble.

[Living Weapon OCs but in a royalty setting, like Eleanor is a queen, and Frostbite (Austin) is her own, personal, guard that she treats like an object. A living weapon. A pet. And the friend group is there, investigating some rumors.]

"My queen, I am terribly sorry for this interruption, there is a group of travelers that requests an audience with you immediately." A butler said, bowing low, his voice sly and smooth as velvet.

"It's quite all right Dominique. Do me a favor and fetch my guard dog while I get ready." The queen, Eleanor Rose, said primly as she stood up and brushed off her dress. The butler got a rather scary smile.

"Why, of course, M'lady." Said Dominique, very pleased at the opportunity to make Frostbite despise his own life even more. As he came out of the low bow to leave, Queen Eleanor stopped him.

"Oh, and Dominique? Do be a little careful. We can't have these travelers think we abuse our own staff." The queen sounded bored as she waved him off.

"Of course." Dominique said, turning and leaving the room.

"My, what will I wear?*sighs* Elsie! Come here, dear." Queen Eleanor called. A maid poked her head into the room.

"Yes, M'lady?" She asked, her voice a chirp, as always.

"We have unexpected visitors. Please find me something suitable to wear." Queen Eleanor asked, and honestly? She sounded like she couldn't care less.

"Of course, M'lady! I'll get right on that!" Elsie said, stepping into the large room and heading over to the walk-in closet.

"Hmm...now what... oh, Niamh ?" Queen Eleanor called, another girl who had been pouring tea looked up.

"Yes?" She asked, setting down the tea pot and straightening up, a hand on her hip.

"Can you please collect some First-Aid supplies?Dominique went to fetch Frostbite. He hasn't been in the best condition since his last training exercise, but I doubt Dominique will show much sympathy." Queen Eleanor drawled. Niamh stiffened, seemingly angry about something, but she quickly schooled her expression.

"Of course. Your Majesty." She said, before taking a quick bow and walking out the door.

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Frostbite was curled up in a corner of his "room" (cell), trying to find the most protective position, that didn't jostle his leg too much. It was definitely broken, there was no way it wasn't, he let out a small whimper as another jolt of agonizing pain shot through his leg. Why couldn't it just stop?? Then the door banged open and he wanted to groan as he heard the sadly familiar, measured, steps of Dominique Delgado.

"Good day, mutt." He sneered. Frostbite really wasn't in the mood for this today. Or any day. But especially today.

"Well? Aren't you going to stand to greet your superior?" Dominique asked, venom dripping from his words, before he lashed out and kicked Frostbite. Right. In. The. Leg. The one that was broken. Frostbite screamed in pain, doubling over himself into an even more curled up position, only to find out that, too, hurt. Bad. Dominique just tsked, like this was some trivial thing. Probably was to him..

"Tsk, tsk, did I find a weak point, today?" Dominique said, and Frostbite really didn't like his tone.

"Your Handler, The Queen, has requested your presence. As it turns out we have some unexpected guests. Get. Up." Dominique almost growled that last part, kicking Frostbite again and earning another heart wrenching scream (if you, ya'know, had a heart. To feel sympathy.)
That's about when Niamh came storming through the door, First-Aid kit held tightly in one hand, the other curled into a fist.