Distance, that worked for most and for those that it didn’t the bitch or asshole route did. For Tavin, most of the time, it was just as though he was never there. Some even believed that his brother had to live alone; no one else was ever around. He came in while others were long ago asleep and left when they were much the same. If anyone became too familiar with him they didn’t see him again. Sellers, buyers, neighbors, didn’t matter the who the end was always the same. For Tavin it was easy, it was how life was and he knew no other way. He knew it wasn’t always easy for Jerzy though.
That shut in feeling the kid has was rather reflected in their own home. Jerzy picked most of it out, Tavin just supplied the cash. The only room that was really Tavin’s was his bedroom and it had very little to it. A bed and dark curtain’s so he could sleep through those daylight hours. He didn’t bother to try to make a place home. He’d never had once of those, he wouldn’t even really know how to start with something like that.
It showed that she was much the same. At a glance the place seemed nice enough. Well kept and pricy. But Tavin could find these rooms in any home magazine. Cut out and pasted here to make a statement without making one at all. Hiding behind the likes of others and never thinking much about your own. It gave him a clearer guess to her life. Every little thing did…and none of it gave him any warm and happy fucking feelings inside.
No…he was willing to bet that her life had been shit just like theirs had been. Had he really thought that it would be any different? Once upon a time he’d hoped that it would be. When he was young and naïve enough to think just maybe she got out of it better off then they had. He wasn’t that young anymore. Or that naïve.
So he got to the heart of it. Asked the question that likely neither wanted answered. But he waited for the answer all the same. Waited for words that made his lips twist and some emotion show upon his typically blank features. Anger. He’d ceased to cared about what he went through, he survived and made it this far. But any time Jerzy had a nightmare…anytime anything even brought up the past for him, there was that fucking rage that would never leave Tavin. He felt it now, renewed. He didn’t know her…but he once had…and once she’d been the most important thing in his life. Just like Jerzy was.
"Doesn't look like your really all that free." was all he spoke on her story though. He'd seen too many around her that did not exactly sit well to think her in the clear.
Tavin downed the contents of his glass finally, setting it down to a table a bit too harshly. He wasn’t surprised by her realization of what he was. Anyone that knew the supernatural world would be able to tell what that look to his eyes meant. That they weren’t faked contacts like some humans believed. “Yeah, panther.” He replied finally, forcing himself to lean back into the chair rather then pace. “Turned a few years into it. Tests to see what a human can take. Tests to see what a were could.” And that was as about as detailed as Tavin ever got on it.
“Rest of those captured managed to plan an escape, so we all got out.” Or most. “Been wandering since.”