Tristan J. Moore (sparked_it) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-03-16 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | doug cooper, tristan moore |
Round and Round
Characters: Tris, Doug
When: Thursday, 9:30 PM -ish
Location: the Keep
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Tris reflects
Status: Complete
He didn't expect people to take his senses into consideration when they did what they did. When they talked a little loud, when they made food with strong-smelling ingredients. It was his nose, and his ears, and he should take care of that himself. He certainly didn't expect them to cater to him when they had an urge to scream. Not only had he heard April's, inside, but he'd heard the ones outside. Chrissie, and Jaime. He'd heard the bear. Through the closed windows and the door and the walls, he'd heard it all. Not as loud as April's, but he'd still heard it. When Jake had opened the door after Dahlia had been attacked, he'd smelled the blood. When it had been outside, it wasn't as bad ... but inside, the coppery tang of it had been almost overwhelming. While some people could breathe through their mouths to lessen the smell of things, when he did that, he just tasted it. Tasted the scents in the air ... and that was sometimes worse. In this case, he didn't even try it that way. He had no desire to taste any blood that might have dispersed into the air. He knew he couldn't help with what was going on. Thankfully, Jake and Chrissie, and then Sin had a handle on it. So he'd stood, and he'd watched, and he'd held April because she seemed like she needed it. It had been a horrifying thing to watch, and Tris was sure he wasn't the only one who had thought of Cole and the disturbing parallels to that. This one, at least, had a happier ending. When things had settled down a little, he'd gone outside to get a little fresh air and his tablet from his cabin before heading back inside. He didn't mind the darkness, though he could see better in it than most people. While he didn't doubt Dahlia would have a plethora of guardians, Tris also didn't mind hanging around to explain the situation to the people who hadn't been here to witness it just so the ones who'd been up close and personal with the situation didn't have to go through it again and again. He'd been a spectator and little more, so he could at least help them deal with some of the aftermath. He ... would like the Keep a little better once the blood smells were washed out, and he wondered if there was a way to clean off the couch. If the cushions had covers they could wash. He'd probably still smell it for a week, so he'd just have to be careful about inhaling in that area. For the time being, he was in the kitchen prowling through the pantry to see what was there worth having or moving to the main cabinets. Sometimes, he'd discovered, when the kitchen restocked, the good stuff got hidden in the pantry. |