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[halfbreed]

teagan

alone, constantly uncertain, and at times very dangerous. a girl with plenty of blood on her hands and all the guilt in the world resting upon her shoulders, bundled into a body that's still young, sweet and sometimes a little hopeful. it might get better, though it probably won't. never usually as wary as she ought to be. a little bit in love. ( action | log )

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[pseudolatry]

[Maybe she was welcomed in someone's home for food and shelter. Maybe she thought she'd found temporary safety in an abandoned site. Whatever the case, Cerbos knows she's there, and he's made his way to her at what should have been the quietest moment of her day. He is impeccably dressed, serene expression and tone greeting girl he hoped would be dumb enough to get caught again.]

You're quite elusive for a hybrid, aren't you.

[halfbreed]

[ Her blood immediately runs cold at the very sound of his voice near to her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. It takes her a moment to find the courage to turn and face him. He scares her more than the other she's met, probably because at first glance he seems safe. On second, you know you're in trouble. ]

Thanks. [ She purses her lips a little, nervously. ] I try.

[pseudolatry]

And brave. [He stops, leaning his head only slightly to take a better look at the girl.

(Her nerves are reacting to him. Her heart is pumping more blood.)

Cerbos offers her a soft smile. It could almost be kind.]

... No. Not entirely.

[Courage should be the will to act against your fears, but something tells him even a monster hybrid would know better than that. And he does miss a good hunt every now and then. Appearances have made it necessary for him to resist the temptation a lot more often than he'd like.]

[halfbreed]

Bravery tends to get people killed, nowadays. It's a shame.

[ It's very difficult to look neutral when your insides are turning to ice from the very core. She swallows, a little thickly, knowing instinctively that this is only the start of the trouble. Give her angry, rioting people over this man, this- whatever he is. No amount of experience or wisdom could ever truly prepare her for him. ]

[pseudolatry]

Many things get people killed, my dear.

[He pauses. Monsters can't say they have a concept of family -- at all -- but curiosity does get to some.]

Who are your parents?

[halfbreed]

[ Something defensive and angry appears in the lines of Teagan's expression, though she fights to keep her voice steady. ]

I only knew my mother.

[pseudolatry]

Ah. That's not uncommon. [He really doesn't care whether she's aware of it or not. Cerbos can love the sound of his own (borrowed) voice if he wants to.] Is she still alive?

[halfbreed]

I don't know.

[pseudolatry]

[He arches his brows.]

How unfortunate. What happened?

[halfbreed]

None of your business.

[ She practically spits the sentence out, with far more force than she thought she was currently capable of. ]

[pseudolatry]

[There's a pause. Cerbos quickly shows her the answer doesn't earn any upset reaction.]

Of course it isn't.

[halfbreed]

Yeah, so get lost. [ Her voice cuts across his, and she's losing her cool rapidly. Thinking about her mother is sending her emotions into overdrive, and her eyes are glazing. ] Just leave me the hell alone!

[pseudolatry]

[He is entirely unmoved.]

I am only trying to help, little one.