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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2018 2:33 pm
It was a bit later in the pack house for activity, which meant it was a great time in the house to sneak in her little....collection. Not that she was particularly ashamed of the sudden collection of small soft ponies in her room just that....she wasn't sure she was ready to share that she was getting perhaps...softer within the group?
More trusting? Which made no sense but did at the same time....So there was a starry haired youth, sneaking in the house, passing the living room when she could see the newest member of their pack, chilling in the living room.
She had truly yet to see Fafnir...Trey integrate in the house, and since their garage discussion, she had waited for the man to come to her again. She understood all to well that it took time to warm up to others, especially, she thought, after traumatic experiences.
She was going to sneak by him, with her plush that was as big as her torso but something about his face and the small sigh she heard made her come back and sit the plush in his lap.
It was the closest he was getting to a hug.
"Are you okay Trey?" Her face didn't seem much better as she let go of the plush and moved to sit on the couch with him.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 4:22 pm
Trey had been wallowing. That was the only way to describe it. Sunk in despair. Lost in a sea of sadness and sense of helplessness.
He could have indulged it at home, but home reminded him too much of his brother. Everywhere he went, he was reminded, and it turned his thoughts to wondering, to running scenarios, to worrying.
Was Rowan dead? Had he just run away? Why? Where was he? Why couldn't they find him? Why hadn't he contacted them? Why was there no ransom?
Why, why why....
The frantic turning of his thoughts was interrupted by something large and soft falling into his lap, startling him out of his mood to look up at a familiar young woman. Trey blinked at her, eyes red and face still holding the hints of pain he hadn't covered up yet. His hands had come up automatically around the... plush? And he used his look down at it to compose himself, hastily clearing his throat as he straightened up. Fingers ran through his hair to set it to rights and only then did he respond, a false smile curling his lips to reassure her.
"Its nothing, just... unhappy thoughts. I'm fine." He said breezily, changing his slumped slouch to a more elegant one, one knee crossed over the other and the elbow braced on the armrest holding his head up. He fingered the soft fur of the toy, letting his thoughts turn to it instead. "New friend of yours? Its cute."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 11:38 pm
Regan didn't know how to comfort someone when they had been crying, much less someone like Trey who seemed to have the epitome of grace and beauty and well togetherness in the house. It was a trait, she thought, she admired of their general before he had suffered whatever it was that made it what he was now.
He legs were brought up to curl underneath her, white and blue hair pooling around her legs. "He will join the others in my room." Regan chewed on her lip, "I have a bunch. It's a guilty pleasure." She breathed in.
"Are you upset about Chase?" She wasn't sure if she should ask, but she didn't think leaving a fellow wolf to wallow was good, and while she wasn't probably the best person to talk too, she was someone.
"Can I help you?" It was a genuine offer, and the girl wanted Trey to feel like he was welcome and that this was a safe place. She was doing her best to mimic the way Chase had once upon her up.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 4:49 pm
It was hard to imagine Regan, the one most often with grease on her face and a pair of coveralls on, collecting stuffed animals. What a delightful picture though, to think she had a bed covered with them like some young girl. He almost smiled at the thought, but though his lips moved like they might, the weight of everything else pressed them down again.
A guilty pleasure. As if something so innocent was worth feeling guilty over.
His face twisted as she probed at him, going right for the insecurities he hadn't been able to hide well enough from her astute eyes. She'd done that before too, in the garage. Though maybe it was just flaws related to their general that she saw best, or looked for. Places were his claws or his scythe had cut...
Trey shifted, flicking a blue-eyed glance about just to be sure it was the two of them. Confiding in anyone, here, was dangerous enough... but there was some sense that he could trust Reagan, at least. After all, she hadn't ratted him out for last time.
"Partly." He admitted, his voice stretched tight. The offer to help nearly undid him and he had to pause in his fingering of the soft toy's fur. He wasn't going to break down in front of her... not here, and not where people might see him.
It took a bit to get it under control, to affect a breezy tone rather than one thick with grief.
"Its been a lot to handle, truthfully. I didn't ask for it and Mr. Black pushes rather hard." He admitted. "But... actually... my brother has gone missing. Its hit the family... my mother and I, pretty hard. We're doing everything we can, of course, working very closely with the police... but there is no trace of anything. It's very... difficult. To talk about."
To talk about how worried he was. How much he missed him. How he could be dead, or kidnapped, or any number of horrible and quite likely things... and his control crumbled, his face twisting even as he fought it.
His fingers clenched around the toy and he turned his face away from her, struggling not to break down completely as he braced his elbow on the back of the couch and pressed his knuckles to his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2018 8:29 pm
If she knew what he was thinking, she could've explained why it was a guilty pleasure but in the end, very few in the house knew about it. Chase knew, because he rescued her. She had an inkling that perhaps Prissy too, but the woman wouldn't focus on such dreary things. It wasn't an insult to the pink haired woman, but a fact. One she appreciated. It was the first time since she had moved away from her uncles and into the mansion that she thought it was okay to collect possessions of her own.
She did not have to fear them being destroyed. Unlike Trey, she did not have tact or careful words. She only knew how to be straight to the point. She knew what was asked of them by their general, and she knew he suffered from adjusting to a Chase she still didn't understand that much either. She watched him carefully, the way his hands played with the toy, the way his expression changed. Things she didn't have or relate too, seeing as the woman barely showed emotion at all.
Her gaze sharpened on the fact that his brother had gone missing and she listened carefully to the words that Trey said. She had no siblings, no family but she couldn't understand the desperation and fear of someone going missing. She had felt the same when Laby had left.
His face turned away and she thought for sure, he was rejecting anymore conversation. It was hard to think of what to do, because she had never known a comforting touch until Chase and even then it took her a long time to adjust to it. While she didn't aim to push Trey, small hands came up and cupped his face, turning his towards her. Unlike him, she didn't show a shred of emotion, nor the echo of sadness he felt.
"It's okay." She looked at him, "To fall apart." She tilted her head and hand fell to his, to pull away from his mouth so he did not bite down on it. "I am here for you Trey." She didn't force his head down towards her, but kept it so it faced her. She didn't know if he could see but her expression was nonjudgmental.
Like Chase offered her once upon a time, Regan was offering for Trey now. She was here for whatever he needed from her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 2:27 pm
The touch of her hands surprised him and he allowed her to turn his face back, the wary sort of surprise moving in his eyes. His hand dropped and her assertion; its okay to fall apart, bit into him like little darts. Sharp little notes of pain from each syllable.
It wasn't okay to fall apart. Not unless it was somewhere safe, and with someone safe, whatever she claimed. She didn't understand the edge he walked and the yawning pitfalls waiting everywhere. The scavengers skulking around the edges, waiting for him to trip up.
But it was... also disarming, to have the lovely Regan offering to support him. He felt his control crumbling further and tears gathered in his eyes, even as he burned with hating himself for it. For not being able to control it. He didn't mind that he was grieving, he had a right to do so, but he wanted it on his terms. When he allowed it. It was so tempting to let himself fall into her arms, cry in them, give in to all the pain and anger and sadness.
Instead, he reached out in return and cupped her chin in his hand, his long fingers curling up the sides of her face. His eyes swept her face, focused on her lips for a moment, and then slid back to her eyes. He even leaned closer, though he didn't make a move for more, just yet. She didn't understand what she seemed to be offering, he was sure, and while he might feel a tugging in him for comfort... he wasn't sure if he wanted to press her for that. If he wanted that.
"Not here." He said in reply. Not when it isn't safe. His mouth curved, almost a wistful smile, but not quite. "But I appreciate the offer. I just prefer... privacy. That's all."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 12:26 am
If Regan ever understood something about someone else, it was the awareness and wariness in Trey's eyes. Why wouldn't he be wary? She was practically a stranger, who shared the house with a man who painfully corrupted the blight senshi into their team. Even now, Trey still suffered from being the first of the corrupts to deal with Laby's more dangerous side.
Trey had no reason to trust her, but she had every reason to open herself up to him. The wolf pack meant more to her then she had ever known before and she wished to assimilate with them, cohesively. She did not want it to end up like Tourmaline or Wolfe leaving and saying nothing to her again. She wanted to feel one with them.
Small fingers reached up to wipe the wetness from the corners of his eyes, gently from a woman who had not known a gentle hand until Chase. She didn't know what she was offering Trey, because she had never truly offered anyone...anything before.
His touch was not unwelcoming though, and that probably surprised her more than his actual touch did. She expected to flinch, or return the wariness that he displayed with her own. Her father's hand had left a deep scar in her, one she didn't think could ever truly close or fill. Instead it was just an open curiosity though, it was gentle and nondemanding. What sort of comfort did Trey need? In the time of his grief? What sort of closeness did he want to forget? What was the normal way to counsel and comfort someone in grief? The stardust senshi had never known that sort of attention. She just acted and behaved as expected.
Sometimes she did her best to try and mimic others. Sometimes she didn't know how to at all.
She didn't move away, as if it was a test, and her face remained unchanged as she gazed at him, her blue eyes never leaving his. "It doesn't have to be here." She tilted her chin in his grasp, "Where can we go that would make you feel okay?" She let her hand raise up to brush at his hair, letting it rest behind his ear. "You are mine, just as much as I am yours." That was what the wolf pack was. A family, even if it wasn't labelled as so. Wolves were loyal, they worked and acted together. They protected and comforted each other.
She would do anything to make it so.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 11:21 am
God, was she really that innocent? He wondered. Or was she actually being purposeful with what she seemed to suggest. He wasn't sure, and because he wasn't, he felt even less like he could really take what she offered. It would have been nice maybe, to let other things distract him, but that wasn't really him. Not like this, anyway.
Still, when she claimed him and offered it back in return, it brought the barest of a curve to the corner of his mouth, rueful and ironic. Since they were here, so close, and her skin was warm under his hand, he took small advantage and leaned forward out of his seat to close the distance. The tilt of his head was practiced and easy, and the brush of his lips was light and undemanding. Questioning, more, as though exploring how she felt about it, but also affirming what she had offered.
Trey wasn't looking for more than this, but offering Regan a first kiss felt right. A step forward, a connection. He didn't linger with it, drawing back as he let go of her chin.
"I can find somewhere safe on my own... but if you want to come, you can." He still felt the heaviness of it all, the ache under his ribs, but he'd pushed back from the brink now. It settled in him, a little easier to bear even if it wasn't any less painful. "I could... show you somewhere important to me if you wanted to see it. But you'll need to put on something you don't mind getting dirty."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 5:48 pm
She didn't know what to expect when he leaned in, and for a moment, her heart stuttered in her chest. It was the same sort of stuttering that happened when Chase had befriended her. A sort of nervousness for what Trey's intentions were. She almost...ALMOST moved back out of habit.
She had not expected to be kissed, and while her face did not change, the thoughts did. Shifting and raising, dropping and resting. It was not unpleasant, she thought. Trey did not demand, did not press with urgency nor with aggression. His touch had been light. And just as soon as it happened, he had pulled away. Her eyes had fluttered close for a second before opening again.
As he pulled away, she did her best not to press forward, to not lose the new connection with the man. It wasn't lost though, as he looked over at her and she could see the mood shift. Now was no time to think of implications of the kiss, or the way she felt warm and light. Nor that she had allowed a second man to touch her. Her father's abuse would probably never be erased, and so long as Trey did not reach out in aggression to her, she thought it would be okay. This was okay. Her hand reached up to rub at an uncomfortable tightness in her chest. A borderline of something she hadn't experienced before.
"I will be back then." She reached over to take the stuffed animal gently for him, ambling to her room where she changed into older clothes. A sweatshirt and a pair of jeans that had seen much better days, dusted in oil and stained from liquids from her work. She came out, retying her hair neatly into a bun.
"I'm here with you." She cocked her head, reaching her hand out to his. A connection she thought, that she wanted to foster more. It would mean a lot to earn Trey's trust. She understood why of it too. "Thank you."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 5:10 pm
Her response was as unreadable as ever, but he thought he maybe saw surprise in it, and she rubbed at her chest in a curious motion. Trey surrendered the plus she had dropped into his lap and watched her go with dark eyes, one leg crossed over the other knee and his fingers tapping restlessly on his thigh.
By the time she got back, he was standing in the hall, his clothing pulled straight and his hair in order, his eyes on his phone. Trey broke off as soon as he heard her steps and blinked at the change, though he knew he should have been expecting it. The strange, ethereal quality of her was always so at odds with the way she dressed and the things she did... it would take time to get used to it.
At least this time, she didn't have a smudge of grease across her nose.
Trey took Regan's hand and tucked it into his elbow before he lead the way to the door, shortening his steps to match her smaller strides. "You're welcome. I should probably be thanking you too, for trying to help me. I appreciate the spirit of it, even if its hard to accept. Come on. I have someone I want you to meet and I hope you'll appreciate that I don't share her with people very often."
The keys to his Lexus rattled as he pulled them from his pocket and the engine rumbled to life. Already he felt lighter and some of the slump to his shoulders had fallen away, his posture straighter as he handed Regan into the passenger seat.
Not perfect, but better.
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