Doya: Words meant nothing

Words meant nothing. They were a short-lived white noise that lost meaning the second they were uttered. Fabrice loved to speak, he would endlessly profess his love for Oya, claiming her as his one true love. He slid a fancy ring at her finger, promising to love her for all eternity. He said so many things until she lost the ability to bear a child. Fabrice simply walked away. It didn't matter if it was the price she had to pay to save a life. It didn't matter if it was the /only/ way to save that child's life. All that mattered to him was that she couldn't have his children and therefore, lost her "value" to him. He walked away.

Words meant nothing for the African hunter. Promises were only as good as circumstances allowed for them to be kept. Feelings were only true when shown rather than told because one with a silver tongue would be able to charm you away, hide behind fancy words, hypnotize you so he could better break your heart. Oya wasn't a big fan of words when it went beyond the concept of family. She would be able to tell Sam and Castiel that she loved them because they were her family but anything that went beyond was simply shot down. Words didn't matter because words were white lies.

She didn't need to say what she actually felt, they knew, they always knew how much she cared because she showed them. The warmth she brought at the bunker, the constant texts to check on them, the cases she worked with them or the trinkets she brought from her hunts. They were in her thoughts, their safety, their well-being, their happiness. It was a cruel world they lived in, with an ungrateful line of job. Words didn't matter because they couldn't be trusted, but the action did. Action always did. He wore her necklace, never took it off and she noticed. She never pointed it out because there was no need for it. He would hold her arm when she was getting stressed out, he would pull her into a hug when she was having a nightmare. He would let her stroke his hair when he was upset, and when she would be awake during one of his nightmares, he would let her see how vulnerable he was. He trusted her. He trusted she wouldn't leave because she would feel overwhelmed. He trusted she wouldn't disappear like so many of them did. He trusted she would stay, regardless of the screw-up and the mess and the violence and the ugliness. She did stay, she will stay because action mattered more than words.

And sometimes she would feel a lot, so much so that she would need him to feel how she did. She would roll on her side and stare at him with her hazel eyes. She would hold him tight, as tight as she could so he would know that at this instant, all she had in mind was him. Them. and nothing else. He knew...

And it was all that mattered.