Life hadn't passed by easily for the pair. His guess was that it hadn't gone easily for the woman in front of him either. She had that air about her; no one had paranoia that deeply ingrained unless something had happened to them. Something that made them all too aware of the hardships life could dish out. The details of her past were still a mystery to him. He could take a guess, but what was the point. For right now he convinced himself that it didn't matter. All that he could let matter was what her presence here meant for them. Selfish, but Tavin would never deny being just that.
As it stood she was lucky the two were even here anymore. Tavin didn't take well to nosey humans trying to follow him around. Woman stood no chance in really tracking him down though...not unless he let her. He did only to figure out what the fuck she really wanted. It always spelled out bad news when people started to follow him. When questions started to be asked...was a cue to leave. But he couldn't. Not until he'd faced her. Not until he'd seen her up close and personal....till he knew it really was her.
It would be easier if it wasn't.
"Not a fan of the change?" a question that was almost mocking and yet seemed nothing more then cold. Speaking he looked so emotionless, unphased and uncaring as dark glasses were pushed back over his eyes. Wouldn’t want some pesky unaware human walking by and noticing now would he? They could get so...up in arms about anything just a little different. But they didn't seem to even phase Eliina. For some reason it didn't surprise him.
If the same people that took Jerzy and him took her…she’d be all too familiar with the supernatural world now. Her acquaintances proved that much as well. Many humans were naïve and blind but he didn’t believe her to be. Up close and personal with that fucked up reality. Neither of them had been ready for that world…he knew Jerzy still wasn’t. But there was no turning back once your eyes were opened to it. No wishing it all away. Tavin had come to accept what he was. But he couldn’t accept the shit that Jerzy had to deal with. All that he saw that he didn’t want to see. That bothered him. But it was something he couldn’t change. That feeling was too familiar. And loathed now just as it had been all those years ago.
“Is it me…” he had to smirk even as she flinched. At least she realized the oddity in the question. It didn’t really matter what he said did it? A lie or truth. So he said nothing, it was him if she knew it to be. And if not…she’d question no matter his answer. But when she continued Tavin shook his head "We aren't talking about Jerzy. Not yet." Not for awhile. No Jerzy got to stay out of the conversation until he knew just who the fuck she really was now. For now all she got was him. His brother, their brother, was off limits.
Slowly he pushed away from the wall, his every movement held a grace that a human form shouldn’t. “Or are we not talking at all…I’d hate to interrupt your plans…” a glance at her dress before meeting her gaze again. Of course the words were false; he’d known she had plans tonight. The point was that he hadn’t cared.