Tristan Joseph Moore (not_an_orphan) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-11 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 09, lily evans, tristan moore |
RP: Breakfast Fun
Characters: Tris, Lily
Time/Date: morning, September 12
Location: Kitchen
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Tris "helps" Lily with breakfast
Status: Closed
"... so right, anyway, Professor Withors ... man, he wasn't even born when you were at school ... he's got potions now, and he's kind of fun. All the girls have crushes on him. Great fodder for teasing," he continued as he stirred the pancake mix. "He's young, too. I guess he got hired on before he even got his Mastery officially. He was almost done with it, but they hired him on anyway because he could do the Wolfsbane, and, you know, when a werewolf in the school, that was kind of important.
"Then we got another werewolf. Bitty little first year girl, turned the summer prior. Imagine, finding out you're a werewolf and a witch all in one fell swoop," he continued.
"Must have been an interesting summer for her," Lily agreed as she worked on the bacon. Her mind was a million miles away, but Tristan was a pleasant distraction. She was thinking too much about what tomorrow night might bring. Her stomach was knotted with anticipation, anxiety, unease. She thought of all the people that could be taken away to hurt someone here. All the friendships that had developed. She didn't for a moment think she'd be taken. She'd been here since the beginning; she clearly wasn't a mistake.
No, it was the others she was concerned for. Jaime, if Mal was taken away. Tyler, if Reid was taken away. She worried a little how she'd react to Balthazar being taken away, and once again she was reminded she should sit down and talk with James. The 'I'm giving you time to settle in' excuse had worn paper thin by this point. Now, she was just avoiding the issue.
Maybe today, later. After dinner.
Tristan glanced over to Lily, brows elevating slightly. He was so very tempted to flick some of the pancake batter at her ... but without wands, cleaning up afterward would be a bitch. "Sickle for your thoughts?" he prompted with a grin.
"Sickle? It's gone up then. Inflation in your time?" she murmured, managing to tease a little, even if her heart wasn't completely in it. She shrugged, shifting the bacon around in the pan. "Just ... worrying about things I have no power to change."
Tris nodded slightly. Honestly, he had no idea what to say in situations like that. He knew how he felt without Landon here, and he knew adversity brought people together, so it was likely people had formed close bonds. Life sucked without Landon, but he was moving on and making new friends ... but he still couldn't help but miss his mate and wonder what was going on in his absence. "Think they'll take you?"
Lily laughed softly. "Not me, no. It's ... it's more other people I'm worried about. Jaime, mostly. What it would do to her if ... if Mal went missing." And that, honestly, was what Lily anticipated happening. Their kidnappers had proven their sadism time and again ... they had to know by now that Jaime and Mal were very much an item. If they were truly intent on breaking Jaime, they already had a well-lit button to push there. "Others too. I know ... people have made friends, or ... closer than friends, and ..."
She lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug. "I'm just scared they'll try to break people. And that they'll succeed." It wasn't as though they hadn't come very close on any number of occasions, and it wasn't as though people weren't anticipating the worst for tomorrow night.
"You shouldn't worry about it," Tristan said softly. "You can't change it. They'll do what they want to do." He grinned. "I know. You can't help but worry, but ..." He shrugged as he started to pour the batter onto the griddle. "If tomorrow is going to be everyone's last day here, we should ... make it cheerful. Be happy that you've made friends and don't think so much about what you'll lose but what you've gained."
His smile faltered slightly, and there was an echo of Landon in those words. His mate had likely said that -- or something close enough -- time and again to Tristan. "It is what it is," he added quietly.
"It is what it is," Lily agreed as she started to transfer the bacon to a paper-towel covered plate.