DESIGNER SCI-FI ☆ urgent visitor

[T. ROUX]

you think you know about me

Trygve had not been doing well that morning that he had risen, he felt pain and sadness though it was not his own. Something had happened yet he had chosen to muffle it with his own thoughts despite how selfish it was. Trygve had already gone through a rollercoaster of emotions during that week and frankly, he didn't know how else to feel about it yet he noticed some of his clanmates leaving the shade of the jungle in the direction of a voice. A familiar voice and the draconic jaguar bit down on his tongue not wishing to see... He knew who it was and well, his relationship with his older brother was poor. It had been his fault really... For snapping at the other when he had gotten injured, Roan was always exhausted and... Irritable whenever someone got hurt. Ry could clearly see it even when the Soothsayer would try to hide it. Michael had told him in the letter to find happiness elsewhere and he had done it... So, why were these assholes still haunting him? Pulling at his strings?

Rolling off the tree branch where he had laid within the jungle, the draconic boy made his way over seeing Gael, Jack, and  Dante already there confronting Roan. Gael already telling Roan that he would defend him from the other Pittians. A soft snort leaving the apprentice as a smoke left his nostrils, the fire inside of him already burning and ready if need be. Roan was family or that's what he had to remind himself... Roan was a Roux... A true Roux yet to Trygve it had only become a name, one he wished not to possess or refer himself to. With his forked tongue pressed against his gritted teeth only to swipe across his lips, his eyes fixated onto the small Siamese whilst his mottled tail lashed behind him.  He shouldn't stay quiet. He had to find the words but the pain Natyli had felt, it lingered within his mind and chest, constructing the beating organ within that chest of his. It was bad news, he could only assume and it kept him mute for a good moment before hearing what Jack said.

"It's up to the pale blood if he wants to hear you out."

As much as Trygve wanted to be ignorant and lock himself away rather selfishly, he knew that a part of him wished to know even if it would likely only hurt him and return the waves of agony and loss that Natyli had felt earlier. Trygve had to remind himself that Roan hadn't left him like Michael, if he kept this comparison in his head then the other would be... Tolerable, at least. He could feel his snout wrinkle in the slightest though it went away as he finally took a deep breath and nodded slowly in the direction of Roan though his fiery words were directed to Dante "Refrain from talking to your Ardent like that, Dante." His pupils narrowed into dangerous slits as he concentrated all of his attention onto Roan, Trygve might've put on a facade but really... He didn't want to hear the news or let alone be anywhere near this Roux.

"Speak." Was what finally slipped from his parted maw and it took him a moment to add "Tell me the news... brother..." The word brother feeling odd on his tongue, foreign almost. It especially felt odd to be calling Roan that though... Whatever it was, hopefully, the usage of brother would prompt the other to speak quicker. Rip the bandaid off before it began to hurt. Whatever left the lips of Roan, it was going to hurt. And Trygve would only find comfort in his own anger and sadness once more. Everything went to shit eventually, he supposed. And he knew it was only going to get shittier.

BUT YOU DON'T KNOW REALLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING 'BOUT
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH

— Reggan