Rating: PG-13 ish
Trigger Warnings: Talk of torture and death
Location: Tavros' house
Day and Time: July 16th, around 4 AM, after this conversation.
Status: Closed
Tavros was upset. Aradia had said she was coming, so that was a good thing, that was what she was supposed to do in situations like this. The thing was, it wasn't an upset that he could remember feeling in a long while. Of course he was scared, of course he was sad, those were both a given. But the main thing, the main upset-feeling was...well...disappointment, he was pretty sure.He'd thought that this place was different. He'd thought it was a place where large, powerful beings weren't going to kill you on a whim, just because they could. Not like home. He'd thought everyone was relatively equal, relatively safe. He'd thought it was a place he could be happy, maybe even useful. But things had changed, and innocent people were dead. And he was weak and useless again. Weak and useless and...disappointed.
He sighed and went about closing the curtains and wandering quietly around the house until Aradia showed up. It was time to hide again. And he was so tired of hiding.