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Discussion in 'Silverwood' started by Tanaquil, Oct 13, 2017.

  1. Tanaquil

    Tanaquil The Unicorn Series

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    She could hear them. The words, the actions, all of it. Maybe she needed to hear it and that's why the magic wasn't letting her focus. Or it could have been that her senses were still too raw from what had happened just a few minutes ago, some part of her mind hoping to find some kind of sign of another meal. Most likely though she was just too confused, too muddled to think of anything much outside of what was going on inside her own head.

    She was genuinely glad that Raphael was helping Fenris after what she'd almost done. It gave her some sense of hope that one day she'd be able to do the same thing herself- or not. How long had it taken him to get to that point? How many decades would she have to avoid people before she could use her brain around the smell of their blood and the sound of their heartbeats? It wasn't as though she'd been terribly social; far from it. People left the chance for disappointment. But she'd still liked being among them, not locked away, watching them trying so hard in their imperfect world. Sometimes they could be so impressive.

    And true, Raphael was a much better mentor and guide than Jaive- but she might as well have been in a fortress in the desert with no way to leave. A surge of frustration rose in her and she shook her head, sharply setting the radio back down and sighing, brow furrowed. It wasn't safe, not for anyone- but that didn't mean she liked it. At least they weren't ready to fight though, and that was a good thing.

    Soon it would be just her and Raphael and the Peeve again. Best say what she could while she could. "I'm sorry again," she called from behind the wall, her words flippant as she tried to hide the sound of guilty regret in her voice. "Best of luck in the woods. With the outside beasts."
     
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  2. Raphael Santiago

    Raphael Santiago The Mortal Instruments
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    It wasn't as if the elf's smell didn't get to him. He had never in his life tasted elven blood, and of course his instincts were trying to tell him he should just bite into him right here and there. A simple encanto would've been enough for that. Fenris would've obeyed every command Raphael aimed at him.

    But Raphael wasn't some stupid, careless, selfish monster. It had taken him a few days, maybe two weeks - after Magnus had taken him under his wing, that was - to feel the first real improvement when it came to controlling his urges around mundanes, especially such who were wounded, bleeding, weakened and almost presenting no real threat for the much stronger vampire. Tanaquil could count herself lucky that Raphael was her sire, helping her through all of this; that Simon was there for her as well, sometimes knowing better how it felt like to smell blood as a freshly-turned, than Raphael did after six decades. She really didn't need to beat herself up for attacking Fenris. Two days - or nights, however you counted - were nothing in the immortal life of a vampire. There was a lot to learn still, most of it, only possible to adjust to with time. Back then, after his turning, impatience had been his worst enemy, and more than once he had gotten himself injured by trying to walk on holy ground again or by touching a cross. The small scar on his collarbone was the only reminder of that, but it was hidden under the crucifix that had inflicted it.

    Point was, Tanaquil was making progress and it really was understandable that she had attacked him. Raphael knew she would get over that phase too, and then she'd be proud of herself, more than Raphael probably - if that was humanly possible.

    The bandage applied onto his injuries, the elf inspected his arm again and then looked at the vampire. The clan leader could see thankfulness, paired with slight mistrust in the elf's eyes, and he took no offence to the latter. Distrust was helpful to keeping him alive.

    That was, when Tanaquil called from the living room, wishing their guest good travels and good luck. For a moment, he hesitated, but then Fenis replied: "Thank you. I wish you luck with your training." before taking the rug and cleaning his chest plate from the rest of animal blood. Raphael watched him, waiting for him to finish up and finally leave. The vampire wanted to get to Tanaquil, wanted to hug her softly and ask her how she was really feeling. And to tell her how much he was proud of her still. They could sit down with a mug of freshly drained, warm hare blood and talk about what just happened. If only so Raphael could encourage her again, making sure she knew he wasn't disappointed at all.

    Indigo on his shoulder had watched him patch up Fenris' arm, and now nudged him softly, knowing the vampire needed the assurance as well. He was doing fine. All sire feelings present, he still hadn't attacked the elf outright. He had at least given him a chance, which meant, he was getting better in controlling his protective urges too.

    "You can come by somewhen next month, if you ever need a place to stay for the night," the vampire suddenly heard himself offer.
     
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  3. Tanaquil

    Tanaquil The Unicorn Series

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    From the way they went quiet for a moment she could tell that they'd heard her, and well and good on them- and the reply was even kind, after a fashion. Not that kindness was the easiest thing for her to accept at the moment, especially from a stranger who probably said it out of courtesy more than anything else. He'd been polite at the door, polite inside before things had gone wrong, polite with Raphael- why not now. Best not to anger the monsters.

    With a sigh of frustration she closed her eyes and reached into the pocket of her borrowed jeans to pull out her phone. She wasn't generally the sort to talk to people often, through text or over such machines, or even in person- but there were some she found comforting, or friendly, or understanding, that she could have talked to if she wished. Raphael certainly hadn't forbidden it, and if he'd tried she would have pointed out he didn't keep to the rule himself. Immediately Jason popped to mind, or Anakin, even Megatron or Asami- but what would she tell them that wouldn't alarm them? Especially Jay. By the by, have you ever heard of vampires? Yes, they eat people, consider humans prey. I don't suppose you'd like to go speeder racing with one?

    Gritting her teeth for a moment now that her fangs had retracted- thankfully- she set the phone on the floor upside-down to prevent herself from being tempted by it and returned her attention to the radio. Or the conversation rather, since she was getting no further with her mending now than she had before. Her face went slack with shock when she heard Raphael. A month? Was that how long it would be before she could leave?! Four more weeks of being inside this place, with only the company that Raphael deemed appropriate? A part of her that hated all restrictions and confinement, born of her mother's life in the fortress and further hardened by the Joker's keeping of her, seethed- but another part was resigned and sickened with guilt.

    With a shove she pushed the radio away a bit harder than expected, hearing it jingle as a few parts spilled out, and stood up, walking closer to one of the windows and looking out at the landscape.
     
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    Some mechanical box could be heard for a moment, tools and screws jingling around in a metal container. Fenris noticed the way the man in front of him directed his gaze towards the living room door for a few seconds, before looking at him again. "Thank you for the offer." Would he take it? Who knew? There was something screaming in the elf to finally get away and just never return to this cabin, ever again. But fate had its twisted ways of directing things, so who could tell him, that he wouldn't need their help somewhen down the road? "I might even take you up on it." That, was as much as he allowed himself to make commitments, before heading out of the door.

    The Autumn air was still rather cold, but he would make it to the next city before night fell completely.
     
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  5. Raphael Santiago

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    With the smell of fresh elven blood finally out of reach, Raphael too relaxed a great bit. It meant lesser discomfort for Tanaquil and that really was the most important part for him here. Whether or not the elf would take them up on Raphael's offer, was irrelevant, even though the clan leader had meant it genuinely. He'd have to take care of the blood drenched towels later, to further ease his fledgling's urge to just go after the man and hunt him down herself if the animals wouldn't get to him first. For now, he threw them into the water and set the water bucket down next to the kitchen sink, eyeing the hares for a moment. They needed to be drained. The sooner the better. But Tanaquil needed someone to talk to. Even if she didn't want to talk at first.

    "Tana?" He raised his gaze to the redhaired young woman, standing next to the huge window - one of the two only windows in the whole cabin. She looked, well, absent. Tense. And he could feel her unrest seeping into his veins. "You want to help me?" It was a softly asked request, with no real demand behind it. He would understand if she wasn't exactly happy to see more blood right at the moment, and he could do it alone just fine. As long as she'd stay in reach so Raphael could at least try to discuss what had just happened, it would be fine.
     
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  6. Tanaquil

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    The door opened and closed and that was fine with her. One less person to be troubled by all of this mess, and what a mess it must have been. If she closed her eyes she was certain she could still see the blood everywhere, red streaks on every surface. Before she would have been alarmed and half-miffed at all of it, knowing that it would be such a trouble to clean up so much gore. Now she wondered if any of it was wet, if she'd be able to run her finger through some puddle of it and get its measure, or lick her finger like a child with a new sweet. And somehow that was the worst part, the unwanted curiosity.

    As Raphael moved toward the kitchen she kept her eyes on the darkened landscape without really seeing it. Night dimmed colors for most, though these new eyes still found plenty of details to latch onto. For now she concentrated on the shifting of leaves in a faint gust of wind, the glimmer of cold stars and a creak of branches. It kept her from wanting to see where the elf went, which was probably for the best. Who knew where these new instincts would take her.

    For a moment she felt a spark of irritation deep in her bones at his question. Oh yes, please, do let me spill some blood right this minute, that won't be terrible at all. Still, she forced it down and sighed in resignation, turning from the window to start over toward where he was standing. He had helped her, she owed her continued existence to him and he was stressed out enough from that fact. No doubt an eternity being somewhat connected to her mind and spirit was enough to make anyone start seeking various forms of help. "If you want a mess made I'm glad to help," she told him in as nonchalant a tone as she could fake, leaning on the counter and avoiding looking at the rabbits.
     
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  7. Raphael Santiago

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    At least she didn't ignore him. He chalked that down as a victory. It would've been worse, having to talk to a wall. And it would've been worse having her shutting off everything, just because she almost attacked someone. That happened. It would probably happen more times to come. It was okay. She would learn.

    Gifting her a thankful smile, that turned into a chuckle pretty quickly, Raphael picked up her sarcastic tone and replied: "Oh yeah, I mean, the kitchen needs a new paint anyway." That- wasn't actually the case, but he was trying to ease the tension a bit, so that was allowed to lie about. Or. 'Lie'. It was sarcasm, goddamnit.

    The clan leader rested his eyes on her for a second, before reaching for the hunter knife they were using for the act of draining. In all honesty? Raphael wasn't overly fond of hunting animals, and he was even less fond of actually draining them himself. His family had never been one of these that went hunting themselves, and that had been more than okay. He despised the upper class for their cruelness and their display of wealth, for how they were mimicking the healthy, happy, perfect family, that went hunting and golfing and jetsetted around the world, while their kids attended privat boarding schools with their own societies - and whenever he was draining the animals, Raphael had to think of those rich jerks, who got some kick out of that.

    His eyes fixed on his hands and the dead hare he was draining of blood, a bowl underneath to catch the red liquid, Raphael spoke to Tana. "How- How are you feeling?" His voice was soft, worry present in it.
     
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  8. Tanaquil

    Tanaquil The Unicorn Series

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    Somehow she felt that joke about the paint would have gone over well if she didn't have the secret fear she'd still be able to smell the blood under it all of the time. Even knowing the noxious fumes that most paints gave off the itching and tingling at the back of her head mingled with the faint twinges of hunger in her stomach. Would that ever go away? At first it hadn't seemed so bad; adapting to inconvenience and annoyance was rather an art for her. When you had the right distraction it didn't wear you down and she had a knack for that too. Until now, anyway.

    "I'm not fond of painting," she said instead, sensing his worry and doing her best not to grimace as she heard the blood pattering into the bowl underneath the rabbit. She'd always known that food equaled death; the perfect world had made that absolutely clear. Even fruit 'died' in its own way so she would be sated. This, though, was far more immediate and visceral than she generally preferred. Especially now that it seemed so frustrating futile. Would any amount of blood ever be enough for her not to be a threat to the living? Maybe not.

    Hearing his concern brought a brief wince of guilt into her features that she quickly tried to stifle. "Oh, you know, I'll be fine, most likely. I'm not the one who was bleeding," she remarked carelessly, then sighed and bowed her head. "I'm hungry and I frustrated at that fact. I'm annoyed at myself, ashamed, and feeling very stupid too. For what that's worth. I'll survive." And all of that was true, if very hard to explain without going into an hours-long and likely ungratefully hypocritical rant about the unfairness of it all. As if anything had ever been fair anyway.
     
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  9. Raphael Santiago

    Raphael Santiago The Mortal Instruments
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    The feeling she was describing was a very familiar one. It had hit him way harder back then, after his turning. He had killed. Multiple times. Which was, what he wanted to protect her from. The shame and guilt that ate him up inside all those decade ago. He didn't want her having to live with these kinds of feelings - ever.

    He kept his eyes on the hare, watching the blood run through the hazel fur until it met the bowl underneath. For a tiny moment, Raphael believed to see one of his first victims, lying on a dark side street in Brooklyn; he would've been lying if he'd said he could remember her name. She probably hadn't even shared it with him, before he--

    In an attempt to chase the image out of his mind, Raphael closed his eyes and shook his head, before meeting Tana's gaze again. "I know. And I can't say you're not allowed to feel frustrated. But- Tana, if that had been me all those years ago? This elf would not be alive anymore right now." He paused, to give the whole thing a deeper meaning. "I know that I would've found a way to get him to disarm, whatever it would've taken." And that was very true. Within days, Raphael had become way too good at tricking mundanes into lowering their guard, even without encanto. "So, compared to that, you're doing great, actually."
     
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  10. Tanaquil

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    The blood was still dripping into the bowl, though it was starting to slow, and she could have almost sworn she could hear it congealing moment by moment. For a moment her hands tensed at her sides and she pressed her lips together firmly, then deliberately stared at the other side of the kitchen and tried to think of anything else. Even though she knew it would taste like the dead rabbits she still wanted it instinctively, even if she didn't mentally or morally or emotionally. What an imperfect system, where something had to be hurt or killed for other things to live. What would that perfect world where that wasn't the case think of her now?

    When he started to speak again she turned her head to give him a look of sharp disbelief and confusion. For a moment, hungry and confused, she wondered if he was scolding her for being sloppy. She wasn't used to thinking in that way, disarming people, pretending at helplessness or harmlessness when she'd tried for so long to do the opposite while actually being less dangerous than she was now. To have to consider it now was terrible, and terrifying. It was hard to believe that Raphael had been that sort of person before he'd changed; was this just a part of it, learning a clever ruthlessness? No one could stay stubborn forever..

    Then he continued and she grew more bemused, cocking her head. Compliments, how kind- and also selfless, considering that Raphael had just confessed to not being the most controlled before either. It brought a sense of relief and pride back to her, and she could have sworn she could feel his pride in her too. It was odd, getting used to this bond. But not entirely unwelcome, either, at least for now. But yet some of that confusion still remained. "Is it really 'great' if it's just that it never occurred to me, not that I chose it?" she asked him, bitterly unsure that it was the same thing at all.
     
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  11. Raphael Santiago

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    That question made him pause for a moment. He'd felt when she had looked at him in disbelief, and, he understood why; he, the calm and controlled clan leader, couldn't possibly be a cunning, malicious monster, right? Hah. The fifteen people he'd killed after his turning surely would have begged to differ, if they had still been able to.

    But, was not choosing to and not even thinking about it really the same?

    Raphael shook his head. "I'd say yes." His eyes met Tanaquil's, honesty visible in them. "If you don't even think about using certain means to accomplish something, it's certainly better than thinking about using them, but then deciding against it. Even when both have the same outcome."

    Saying that out loud made him think about why he himself had done that back then, despite being a good person before. Was that bound to happen to everyone sooner or later? Had he been weaker than his own fledgling was now? Had it been his sire's fault? Which, of course, was the easiest way out.

    "I hope, for your mind's and sanity's sake, that it stays that way. That you never have to deal with- killing someone after tricking them into trust." The bitter edge couldn't have been avoided, even if he had tried. But at least he had forgiven himself for it, mostly. It was easier to talk about now, than it had been decades ago.
     
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    Tanaquil had never been one to believe that ignorance was better than conscious choice, especially because ignorance had a way of evaporating faster than mist on a desert morning. Once, she hadn't thought of that method to get herself fed because it wasn't how her mind worked, any more than she knew the names of Earth's oceans or the chemical composition of a match. Now it was in her head, that she could use her skills to be so fast, so deceptive, so underhanded- and even if she didn't consciously bring it up, it would always be there. Next time she might be starving more, and less scared- and now, she was better armed.

    And yet, he really believed that, and she could feel it. Moreover, he felt guilty and sad about it too, and that made her feel a trifle terrible for being so bitter about things she'd only almost done, when no doubt he had actual concerns that were far worse. He tried to help anyway though, and wished better for her than he'd had for himself. She'd had parents, both of them were even alive, but neither had ever done something for her more than for themselves. Perhaps they didn't know better- but it was still so new she wasn't sure how to respond other than to wonder at it.

    "I'd say it's a more general hope than just for me," she ventured with a sort of vague gentleness, remembering how she'd been attacked in the first place, and how this was her lucky second chance outside of an afterlife. "Surely there's still a way, even if ignorance isn't an excuse any longer. And you should eat that. Likely hunting is more hungry work than my sitting around here."
     
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