002 Tavros Nitram

[pushedaround]

Characters: [OU] Tavros Nitram and you.
Time: October 19th, evening
Setting: Anywhere in the halls
Format:I'll match you.
Summary: Not enough candy. At least he tried!
Warnings: Violence. Maybe character death with mun permission, of course.


[ The pain is excruciating.

It's no surprised since the tower decided to rip off his horns, leaving one forced through his skull and the other pierced in the center of his chest. He can only assume the logic behind such unnecessary cruelty is to keep his costume glued to his body, but he didn't care at this point. He didn't even care about the pain or the amount of blood he is losing with every slight movement. It didn't matter. Tavros had greater interests to attend to. You see- he is in desperate need to find someone to talk to. Anyone! Yeah, he felt like having a nice, long discussion involving the things he liked the most, and he'll be positively delighted if someone was kind enough to offer him their time.

Oh, and don't mind the fairly large lance he's dragging around. Tavros paid little attention to it, but it might come in handy in certain situations. Who knows?

Whatever.

He continues his search, getting a little restless at this point. ]

Comments

[pushedaround]

[ He was pretty damn happy that his bro is willing to spend some down time, and all is good- that is until he made things confusing again.

Tavros scowls a little and shakes his head, waving a hand at the other. ]

No no, brother. I'm sure they are here. I know it. [ For reasons beyond his comprehension, he was getting pretty defensive and irritated. ]

Yeah, okay, I haven't seen one yet. But they're here. You ... believe me, don't you?

[thereisnopie]

[Does he believe him? Eh, why not. There are plenty of stranger things going on in this place all the time, so why not fairies? Just because he doesn't see any right now...

He gives a shrug, then nods his head. Yeah, okay. He believes you.]

[pushedaround]

[ Gamzee, he knew he can count on you. It's written all over Tavros' face, as that smile eased back into his features again. The anger quickly melting away upon seeing Gamzee agreeing with him. ]

Haha, I knew you'd agree with me. Human or not, you're still my best friend.

[ And then his smile turns somewhat bitter. ] ... I really hope you'd win this game, bro.

[thereisnopie]

[Aw, you're touching his black little heart, Tav.

He tilts his head at the mention of a game, though. Is that what they're calling this? He lets out a silent sigh. He would have liked to have had a chance at winning it too, whatever that might entail.

Then he grins, for a moment forgetting himself, and holds out his fist for a fistbump.]

[pushedaround]

[ He stares at that fist, lashes low and looking more tired than ever. He knew he was going to lose his voice if he touched him, but- hey, can't turn down a fistbump! It's like ... a bro code or something!

So, he goes for it, pressing their fists together and half-grinning at his friend. Suddenly, his body felt heavy and that weapon was slowly slipping from his fingers. Tavros let out a soft exhale, he then decided to settle on the ground, back pressed against the wall; blood everywhere.

He smiled up to Gamzee, patting the empty space next to him. ]

[thereisnopie]

[Shit, that isn't good. ...Not the whole voice losing thing, as he can honestly deal without the sound, but Tavros's sudden need to sit.

Of course there's still the whole matter of how he's living in the first place, but he's sure that's complicated.

He sits down, despite feeling the need to wander off and terrorize someone else.]