[ action | closed ] too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves

[black_black_heart]

Who: Cassian Lynch and Tannusen
Where: Cass' subarchway house
What: These issues don't dissipate for love or for convenience. Tannusen usually isolates when he's in A Mood, but he won't always catch it in time. This is one of those times.
Warnings: Discussion of past on-camera murder, and mental illness.

Normally, Tannusen kept closer track of his... moods. Normally, he'd have been gone for the day, sent a text to let Cassian know he was fine, and been gone probably the next night and day as well. Before Lil, he would have just retreated into Velvet's basement during the night to avoid people. At the moment, he didn't have an actual plan in place and that was probably another symptom of his growing... lax.

Comfortable, he'd let things slip and didn't even realize it yet.

The growing unease scratching away at the back of his mind had been easy to write off as background noise; the tiger currently standing in the kitchen at the house chopping some vegetable or other for some thing or other he was making. Cooking had been something he'd taken up for the house as soon as he and Trahearne had moved in with Cassian, and the sylvari's disappearance hadn't put a halt to that. He just made a little less, that was all.

The knife slid easily into carrots and then came through them at the end with a definite chop! Tannusen stared down at his work with a slightly sour expression, his thoughts really starting to sink down and be swallowed in static.

Sliiiiide-chop!

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[black_black_heart]

"Cass..." Tannusen's expression somehow crumbled further, and he reached up to touch Cassian's arm. It had so nearly been the last they'd ever seen of each other.

[feckinboomstick]

The smaller man swept in as Tannusen touched him, moving to grab him, to yank him close for an embrace, clutching at the other man tightly as his fingers curled into his clothes.

"I'd sooner be dead than be what I was, you're my savior, my life and my light, Tannusen."

[black_black_heart]

And Tannusen wrapped his arms around Cassian's shoulders and buried his face in his hair, shaking, a single audible sob wrenching out of his throat.

"...'M always going to be crazy, Cass. This won't stop."

[feckinboomstick]

"We'll find somethin', Tannusen. Someone, somethin'. I don't want ye to change... I just want ye to be happy."

His hands moved to splay across his back, stroking gently as the bigger man let out a single sob.

"Inside. Here now..." A gentle pull towards the living room, somewhere to sit, somewhere comfortable and warm.

[black_black_heart]

"I want you to be happy, too," Tannusen said quietly, letting himself be pulled wherever Cassian might lead. "My mind just... sinks. I usually notice in time to leave."

[feckinboomstick]

"I'm happy when you are happy, Tannusen. I'm not a complicated man."

In they went, Tannusen tugged to the couch and coaxed into settling near him, his fingers once more finding his hair.

"I don't mind bein' here for ye, when ye begin to sink. I want to help ye, Tannusen, in any way that I can. I want to pull ye from that mire ye put yourself in, let me help you..."

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen leaned to the side once they were sitting, resting his head on Cassian's shoulder with his eyes clenched shut. Just trying to get the tears under control. He did feel better, in some ways. Worse in others, like about drawing a knife on the other man. "You do help, Cass. Every day." But when this set in, instinct said to isolate himself, to run off to lick his wounds in private. Part of his brain wasn't quite human or Faerie, after all.