T R A V I S GRAVESON
what you gon' do
zzzzzz.zzzzzzzwhen there's blood in the water?
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Travis wasnât sure what exactly he expected to hear from Rosie and Neden, but what the siren revealed was a thought that lingered at the back of his mind for awhile that he ignored and just hoped would go away. He was now being held accountable for his actions, the things he ran away the first time for. Travis wasnât sure how long he could just hide out at Rosieâs, sort of hoping that a miracle would happen and everyone would just forget about what he did and such. But now a public trial, and that it was upon Rosieâs shoulders. He wouldnât want anyone else up there judging him, but he knew it wouldnât be easy for her. Travi wasnât sure how to react to the news, luckily Rosie kept talking and the others joined in the conversation, giving him time to just sit down with his thoughts for a moment.
Trav stayed quiet for most of the conversation between the group, just sitting idly. He didnât show a physical reaction to Evelyn Evelyn saying he fucked up nor what the punishment would be if, when, he would be found guilty. He wasnât scared of death, never one to fear what laid on the other side after a man closed his eyes for the last time. But he was still trying to come to terms with the monster he is, not the vampire side of him, but the side of him that used to be a hunter. Maybe this was the retribution for his sins and the consequence of his actions catching up to him.
It wasnât until Travis looked up and noticed the others staring at him that he realized they were talking to him, as he lost in his thoughts for a bit. âSorry, Iâm just... thinking.â Travis said as he ran one of his hands over his face and through his hair. He could just run again, but if he ran now, he would have nowhere else to go. The Branded would know about his traitorous actions by now, plus being a vampire wouldnât be easy to hide from them, and if he ran from Greythorne, he assumed news would travel about the hunter and he would be exiled from any other villages. Either way, he was now a deadman walking, waiting for judgement.
âI need some time to myself.â Travis said abruptly, not really noticing, or caring, if he interrupted anyone. He stood up and made his way into the basement, closing the door behind him. The room Rosie set up for him he appreciated, but being closed off in the basement would give him more time to himself and away from the others.
After his feet shuffled down the stairs, Travis made his way across the basement and slammed his fist into the concrete wall, leaving a miniscule crack in the wall thanks to his vampiric strength. He turned around and slid his back down the wall until he was sitting down, one leg stretched out and the other bent with his arms around it.Travis let out some deep breaths and quickly wiped away a tear from his face. After all he had fought for, the friends he made, and the one place he felt welcomed, was now just crumbling down all around him.
Travis wasnât sure what exactly he expected to hear from Rosie and Neden, but what the siren revealed was a thought that lingered at the back of his mind for awhile that he ignored and just hoped would go away. He was now being held accountable for his actions, the things he ran away the first time for. Travis wasnât sure how long he could just hide out at Rosieâs, sort of hoping that a miracle would happen and everyone would just forget about what he did and such. But now a public trial, and that it was upon Rosieâs shoulders. He wouldnât want anyone else up there judging him, but he knew it wouldnât be easy for her. Travi wasnât sure how to react to the news, luckily Rosie kept talking and the others joined in the conversation, giving him time to just sit down with his thoughts for a moment.
Trav stayed quiet for most of the conversation between the group, just sitting idly. He didnât show a physical reaction to Evelyn Evelyn saying he fucked up nor what the punishment would be if, when, he would be found guilty. He wasnât scared of death, never one to fear what laid on the other side after a man closed his eyes for the last time. But he was still trying to come to terms with the monster he is, not the vampire side of him, but the side of him that used to be a hunter. Maybe this was the retribution for his sins and the consequence of his actions catching up to him.
It wasnât until Travis looked up and noticed the others staring at him that he realized they were talking to him, as he lost in his thoughts for a bit. âSorry, Iâm just... thinking.â Travis said as he ran one of his hands over his face and through his hair. He could just run again, but if he ran now, he would have nowhere else to go. The Branded would know about his traitorous actions by now, plus being a vampire wouldnât be easy to hide from them, and if he ran from Greythorne, he assumed news would travel about the hunter and he would be exiled from any other villages. Either way, he was now a deadman walking, waiting for judgement.
âI need some time to myself.â Travis said abruptly, not really noticing, or caring, if he interrupted anyone. He stood up and made his way into the basement, closing the door behind him. The room Rosie set up for him he appreciated, but being closed off in the basement would give him more time to himself and away from the others.
After his feet shuffled down the stairs, Travis made his way across the basement and slammed his fist into the concrete wall, leaving a miniscule crack in the wall thanks to his vampiric strength. He turned around and slid his back down the wall until he was sitting down, one leg stretched out and the other bent with his arms around it.Travis let out some deep breaths and quickly wiped away a tear from his face. After all he had fought for, the friends he made, and the one place he felt welcomed, was now just crumbling down all around him.
T R I S S GLASSER
unless i am myself,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzi am nobody.
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âNo. Whatâs causing this, the demon?â Trisstana replied outloud to Zada questioning if she was okay. When she said it was silver it took a moment for the mermaid to remember she was technically a witch now and that silver was one of the things that witches didnât exactly agree with. She let Zada lead her into the kitchen and pull the burned hand until cold water, letting out a small mumble in a yes tone to being asked about the injury.
Triss kept her hand until the water as it did make it feel a tad bit better as Zada said she would ask Phoenix. She was glad for how quick thinking Zada was, and thankful to have met a woman like his outside of the river waters. Over her life, the small pods of Nixies were close knit, becoming a family of sorts, but Triss never found one she felt comfortable with and enjoyed traveling down the water and through different rivers. But being with the beautiful mermaid, she felt a connection, something she assumed the other Nixieâs felt with each other in their pods. But she felt terrible putting Zada through the current drama she was entangled in even if it wasnât her fault.
Trisstana didnât realize she was staring at Zada until she heard the trail end of her asking if it still hurt. âI mean. The water makes it feel better.â Triss said looking back at the water. But there was something else that seemed to bother her. âThe water. It feels different. I⊠It doesnât feel as natural as it normally does. Now it just runs off of my hands instead of flowing around me.â She paused for a second, turning to look back at Zada.
âYou know, the connection one has when swimming in water and letting themself be one with it and letting go. I⊠I donât feel it anymoreâŠâ Trisstana trailed off. She knew it was because of the body she now inhabited, but she didnât like it. She never had the thought of what it would be like to live without water, and the feeling she felt now was something that she hoped she would never feel again. Triss pulled her hand out of the water, rather deal with the pain of the burn than be reminded of not being welcomed by something sheâs devoted her life to.
âNo. Whatâs causing this, the demon?â Trisstana replied outloud to Zada questioning if she was okay. When she said it was silver it took a moment for the mermaid to remember she was technically a witch now and that silver was one of the things that witches didnât exactly agree with. She let Zada lead her into the kitchen and pull the burned hand until cold water, letting out a small mumble in a yes tone to being asked about the injury.
Triss kept her hand until the water as it did make it feel a tad bit better as Zada said she would ask Phoenix. She was glad for how quick thinking Zada was, and thankful to have met a woman like his outside of the river waters. Over her life, the small pods of Nixies were close knit, becoming a family of sorts, but Triss never found one she felt comfortable with and enjoyed traveling down the water and through different rivers. But being with the beautiful mermaid, she felt a connection, something she assumed the other Nixieâs felt with each other in their pods. But she felt terrible putting Zada through the current drama she was entangled in even if it wasnât her fault.
Trisstana didnât realize she was staring at Zada until she heard the trail end of her asking if it still hurt. âI mean. The water makes it feel better.â Triss said looking back at the water. But there was something else that seemed to bother her. âThe water. It feels different. I⊠It doesnât feel as natural as it normally does. Now it just runs off of my hands instead of flowing around me.â She paused for a second, turning to look back at Zada.
âYou know, the connection one has when swimming in water and letting themself be one with it and letting go. I⊠I donât feel it anymoreâŠâ Trisstana trailed off. She knew it was because of the body she now inhabited, but she didnât like it. She never had the thought of what it would be like to live without water, and the feeling she felt now was something that she hoped she would never feel again. Triss pulled her hand out of the water, rather deal with the pain of the burn than be reminded of not being welcomed by something sheâs devoted her life to.