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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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[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.