Tristan Cadwalader (profjuicebox) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-07-07 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | siobhan nolan, tristan cadwalader |
Who: Tristan and Siobhan
What: Checking in with the handler
When: July 8th, Tues: morning/lunchtime
Where: A restaurant in St. Genevieve
Warnings: Internal talk about kill switch probably and gore and blood. Just Tristan things.
Status: Ongoing
Ever since Tristan had spent long hours with Siobhan in the New Waverly police department negotiating why he shouldn't be punished for his actions in the alleyway he'd felt a sort of new pressure being around her. It was the first time he had ever been under scrutiny for using his powers and the first time since leaving Oxford that he'd been forced to use it for anything but altruism at the hospital. As far as the cops were concerned all the hours he spent completely disregarding his own well being to donate all his blood to people who needed it meant nothing the moment he raised a drop of his blood against a cop. They were dreadfully thick in loyalty and he had to appreciate that about them. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't harmed any of the men long term and that they had been off duty and obviously going after him out of misplaced anger... well... it wouldn't have been so easy for Siobhan to get him off.
Were it not for her trusting him that he was only acting in self defense he might not be slipping on his shoes in preparation to go and have a meal. It helped that after hearing everything the police captain really just wanted everything to go away. This wasn't the first time some of his police officers got a little overly excited in their work. Still... when he'd left Eddie's apartment he kissed her because he wasn't sure he would have another chance.
Days after had been...relatively better. Other than Danny shedding his body on Tristan's apartment floor and erupting out a massive monster-esque form. Cleaning up the boy's blood and bones while still reeling from shock had been one of his more low points. It was the reason, as he stepped up to the restaurant and scanned the crowd for Siobhan, that he was immensely thankful they weren't meeting in his apartment.
Despite how well he had cleaned he was constantly afraid that there were still blood stains on his kitchen floor... that somehow if someone came into his home they would be able to tell what happened there. The last thing he ever wanted was to put more eyes on Danny, he was only ten years old and had just lost his parents, if he was classified as a 400 Tristan wouldn't know what to do. How could he allow them to install the same kind of fear he had in his body into the body of a ten year old orphaned child? Especially one that reminded him so much of himself at that age. He needed love, not a killswitch.
Once he found the woman in question he took a seat at the table across from her and offered her a charming smile like nothing was different between them even though everything was. "Good morning, i'm sorry if I made you wait." Eddie might wonder how he could resist his handler's incredible beauty, maybe it was only because he didn't find pleasure in such imbalanced power.