DOYA: possessive

(Oya) Possessive

//all usual disclaimer! it's just a character piece :)

Possessive: It's an adjective. Oya was possessive, but only to things of great value. Her golden sculpted Desert Eagle was of great value and you would have to pry it from her cold hands. It wasn't so much the fact it was indeed, a golden gun and the rarity of its design made it a fabulous piece to own. It was the sentimental value that made it priceless. The gun was a gift from her father on his deathbed. He himself, received it from his best friend after the latter died and insisted on giving it to his only daughter. The memories tied to that shiny and lethal object made it impossible for her to even lend it to Dean. So he never asked. Same as she never asked about driving Baby because she knew how much important the Impala was for Dean.

Possessive: It often goes hand in hand with the fierce need to protect and preserve her loved ones. Oya valued her relationships and the people she allowed in the wild place that was her heart. They weren't too many, she could count them on the fingers of one hand but they were more than enough.Dean, Sam, and Castiel were among the people she was the closest to. She could give them the world if they asked for; She would fiercely protect them if it came to that and beware her wrath if you tried to take them away from her. They were her family, for better or for worse and like a wolf who found its pack she would defend hers until her last breath. While fairly independent in her relationships, there still was this territoriality that never missed an opportunity to cause her troubles. She never shied away from a battle. She usually was the first one to punch whoever tried to take her loved ones away from her -or simply desire them-. Just Ask Dean and the many incidents caused by his violent angry little gremlin!

Possessive: It defined her. To some extent, it was healthy for her to be territorial because that was the only way for you to know that she truly cared. And she did. She was observant, she paid attention to details and she had the memory to go with it. Oya usually didn't forget. But like all things, too much of it could become a problem. Sometimes, she was afraid to lose her loved ones. She was afraid that being who she was would drive them away but even more that Death would snatch them from her. Those fears were rooted deeply in the life she had before. The deaths she had to witness, those she couldn't prevent. She was aware of them and tried to keep them in check. But the fear of being abandoned again was driving her. And relapses and mistakes weren't off the table.

Yes, she was possessive. If there was a flaw to trump them all, it would be her possessivity because it was forged by fear and rooted in tragedy. She had a desire to keep around her the people she loved and ensure their happiness and existence. She was possessive and stubborn enough to rather sacrifice herself than see any of them die. She was possessive to the point of protecting her newfound love with her teeth and nails if it came to it.

Oya wasn' very t proud of being that possessive. She knew it could get in the way in her budding relationship with Dean or frankly any other person. Hell, her possessivity had her chase an angel to send it back to Heaven. An angel who could have been extremely powerful to the point of smiting her to nothingness but she still went after it. That possessivity had her chase after the Asanbosam who possessed her brother and killed her mother in front of her. She traveled all the way to America and nearly got herself killed because she didn't want Dean to be hurt -among other reasons-.Possessivity had her verbally assault a woman who tried to woo Dean because she couldn't handle the idea of losing him to someone else.

Thing was... This relationship was above any other ones and she couldn't afford to lose this one.

He was a newfound love in the chaos that was her life.

And boy that was hard to love him, hard to let him love her but it was worth the effort. He was worth everything.