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Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"


Tyrese openly scoffed Lysander's skepticism, this was the second conversation they were having in five years, if this and what happened earlier counted as a conversation. And yet the man who despised Ty for so long wanted to suddenly pretend he knew Tyrese Havens and he was the 'best person to talk to besides Lillian.' It incrementally pissed the wolf off as he stood there. "I'm starting my own business, I was out touring a location I recently closed on, a*****e." He wasn't Lysander's punching bag just because Lysi had some things he wanted to say to Lillian. Ty was doing the best he could given what he was going through. He couldn't pretend he wasn't emotionally distraught, he was not out of line for needing to take a step back for a few hours out of one day since all of this happened. Lysander could sod off.

His shoulders stiffened at the shot at his involvement with Sela. It hurt, so did that accomplish what Lysander wanted? The wolf's oration was stifled in his anger until he padded after the other male, watching him put on his coat. Ty's chest and stomach hurt constantly, it was late and he wanted to go to bed. "Sure, because from your involvement you know enough to definitively tell me who I am and where I've gone wrong. If you don't want to be apart of this, then don't walk into my home giving your two cents like you actually are involved. I don't expect you to do jack s**t for me, even if it is just watching Sela." He opened the door, shoved the blonde out if that's what it took, and locked his door shut. People were so full of it these days. What did he owe to the man who never gave him a chance that he would listen to him now? Nothing.

The wolf made his way upstairs, peeking in on Sela before going to his room. He wanted to be curled up in Aubrey's lap again. Not to cry, but just to be in the scent of soap and nestled in understanding. Bree wasn't biased, she was real and cut throat. He wanted that, wanted her. Finn wasn't behind him anymore, Lillian was the problem to begin with, and Lysander wasn't even an option despite the blonde's own thinking. Ty...His room was empty. It was the first time his own choice of solitude had an effect on him. Not even when his mother died and he was locked away for weeks. He needed to get out, just like he needed to put himself around new people. He climbed in bed and turned on his side, sighing deeply.




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Sela's Outfit: Bedtime

She felt terrible. Uncomfortable. Disgusting. Hot. Cold. Sluggish. And just all around terrible. Tossing and turning in her new bed, she grunted and groaned as if she were in agonizing pain. She felt so hot, so very hot! Throwing the covers off her tiny body, she immediately shivered. It felt like she was freezing. Her body was sweating, but she felt so icy cold. Bringing the covers back over her body, she curled up under them, her brows furrowing instantly. No, it was too hot! She threw them back off quickly. Whimpering, she rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position but failing. "Ahn..." she groaned as her face contorted in discomfort once again. She felt fine yesterday, why did she feel so bad now?

Sela's eyes snapped open, glossy with the tears of her obvious pain. She bit into her inner bottom lip, trying to get up, but the moment she sat up, the room spun. She wouldn't make it. Leaning over the bed, she emptied her dinner from the night before onto the floor. Her glossy eyes squeezed shut and let fall her tears. "...Daaaaaaaddy!" she cried, curling up into a ball, arms wrapping around her stomach and her feet digging at the bed as if burrowing would make her feel better.

Sela's Outfit: Bedtime

Sela whimpered and cried into her pillow, waiting and waiting for her daddy to come to her aid. Why was it taking so long? When her mommy heard her crying, she came running as if the world was ending. At least, that was usually the look seen on her face. She didn't know how long it took, she wasn't keeping track of the time - she couldn't even tell time yet. Grinding her teeth, her feet continued to dig at the bed pushing her up into the pillows. Practically making a new bed out of the pillows, she huffed out a shaky breath as she looked up when the door opened. "Mm-mm," she replied with a small shake of her head. Closing her eyes again, she felt as she was picked up from the bed and huffed out a soft cry feeling the added heat from her daddy. Her toes curled in discomfort until she was laid on the couch and he was backing away. Writhing around on the couch, she tugged at her clothes, wanting to take them off because she was feeling hotter than before with them on. "O-kay..." she mumbled in reply, pushing the pillow off the couch and trying to find a position that wasn't so hot and uncomfortable to her.

Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"


Tyrese snatched his cell phone from the kitchen counter, first trying to call Lillian and getting no answer after several attempts. Since it said the phone was not in range or was out of service, he tried googling a pediatrician. He didn't have Lysander's number, so this was the only option left. The first and closest office knew nothing about wolf/demon children, although he was advised to take Sela's temperature first and get her to a hospital if it was outside normal range. Did he even own a thermometer? Only the kind meant for cooking, but would that work? Well...It still measured how hot or cold something was, so.

The wolf pattered through four kitchen drawers before finding it, scowling as he looked it over. Maybe he should call his aunt, she would know what to do, perhaps. While insisting on bringing the thermometer with him, Ty walked to the stairs as he dialed his phone. Just as he pressed the call button, the door bell rang. The male stopped, cocking his head curiously. He didn't have time for this! With a huff, the bluenette shuffled over to the door to decide if this could be ignored. One glance out of the peep hole, while an insisting knock echoed on the wood, Ty discovered his aunt (to be) and his uncle standing outside. What the bloody-...

He hung up his phone on the fifth ring, shoving it inside his pocket and flinging the door open. "H-Hey! I forgot you were coming." He would have cleaned up the guest room, especially scraping up the puke seeping into his carpets. For the love of- he didn't need that extra hassle! A sick kid, missing ex, a ruined relationship, daughter's uncle playing with his head, confused feelings for Aubrey, no best friend, emotional turmoil, a new business, pangs in his- "I'm sorry, I would have been more prepared otherwise. I'm...I-" The wolf's head was suddenly spinning and it felt like a bomb had just detonated within the confines of his abdomen. His breathing became ragged as he released the door knob and half flailed half stumbled away from the door. He dropped whatever had still been in his hands up to this point, catching himself on the arm of the couch before squatting down and curling into himself.

Overwhelmed with sudden panic, he held his chest and tried to breath. He only hyperventilated, closing his eyes to escape the sensation of the walls closing in on him. His autonomic nervous system was set in flight mode, yet he was stuck in sheer panic like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn't do this! Sela, having a child- how did he take care of her? Someone who was so small and needy down to the smallest things. He wanted to be alone like he was just a month ago! He loved her, but this was too much. What if Lillian never came back? This was like being trapped, shut in a box with no way out. What was he supposed to do? She was sick and sweaty and shivering! What happened to the quiet but lonely space he was used to?! For heaven's sake, he didn't even own an actual thermometer! The wolf trembled to himself, covering his ears and pressing his face into his knees as he choked back sobs. What was going on? Why was he feeling like this? Was it a heart attack, should he be calling for an ambulance?! Ty clutched his hands into fists, trying to get a hold of himself. Was it possible to be dying?



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Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"


Tyrese felt the hand of his shoulder, hearing the voice to accompany it was more difficult. He tried burying himself into an inner place where the world didn't exist. He didn't know he was so mentally frail, but he felt utterly stranded and alone in the center of a storm. He couldn't force himself any further, he was spiraling back into the place his therapist saved him from. The bluenette reached a point of mental isolation, finding himself in his reprieve: A heavily wooded forest where noise was really only birds chirping and a brook babbling happily away. He inhaled deeply as he imaged it, gradually calming down and regaining his composure. He didn't realize his uncle was coaching him along the way until he opened his eyes minutes later.

The calming technique didn't compensate for the tired defeated feeling he still felt, but it did quell his frustration and panic for a time. The look he was being given was well deserved. How could he explain? Ty dropped his hands to his knees, still feeling the blood drained from his face and his body shaking as he looked to the stairwell. Too shaken to speak quite yet, he slowly got up and sat on the arm of the couch. He inhaled before looking at Hakem and Vickie, trying not to let his eyes betray how weak and helpless he felt. His voice croaked quietly, "I need help..." Saying this, it was the same feeling of asking for help before: after several weeks of being locked in his room in England,trying to battle through the death of his mother. His was room decimated and destroyed, every alternative used until he hit a wall he couldn't get through. Being broken, no energy to do anything but realize what condition he was in and what kind of person he really was.

He was in that place again, feeling slightly ashamed for being seen this way. It only felt comfortable with Lillian. It had felt that way with Aubrey too, with her, but not here with his family members. He knew they were on his side and all, they wouldn't scold him for letting his emotions show, as if he were weak for that reason. The shifter still blinked down to the floor, nevertheless feeling like a child under the stern glare of his parents. "Sela's sick and I don't know what to do for her." That thing came first before anything else, Sela was a life he was responsible for. She needed to be tended to.



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