trust no one.

Han. -- pretty much dead already !!

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hybrid-felix‌:

Felix hadn’t been to see Han since he got back. The thought of pulling him into Cristofer’s plan made him feel sick. But Cristofer wanted to talk to him. He was plaguing Felix with terrible headaches. They’d gone away after Griffin agreed to help him, but now they were back, urging him to get Han and Nixie on his side as well.

“Hey, Han,” he said softly, grabbing his brother’s sleeve as he passed him. “Han. It’s me.”

When Han turns to look at Felix, he can barely believe his eyes. He’s silent for a moment or two, stunned, and then the guilt hits him like a truck. Realistically, what had he done to help his brother? To aid his siblings? He had played hero for a day, tried to figure things out and failed, ultimately, then returned to hiding away like he did best. He’d failed them, had failed Felix.

He swallows it down, nearly trembling, unable to look at his brother. “You’re... you’re okay?”

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griffin-hybrid‌:

Griffin isn’t taken aback by the way Han snaps, he knows it’s just how things are with him sometimes. Besides, he has more important things than be upset about something like this. He’s glad to see his brother, though, not sure of the last time that he did. Had he seen him since Felix had come back? Had he seen any of his siblings since then? “We need to play a game” he quickly moved to block him from making an exit. “I need you to come play a game with me” he added, his voice filled with a seriousness he usually didn’t have when talking about playing the games Father used to have him play. 

The tone Griffin uses fills him with anxiety and puts him on edge immediately, visions of their father crowding his brain and muddling his thoughts. His immediate reaction is to step back and leave, run like the coward he is, the coward he knows he is, but he can’t abandon his sibling unlike his cold persona would suggest. “I-- Okay.” Han still feels anxious, though, and looks at Griffin cautiously. “Where?”

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he closes up the store and leaves for the night, turning on his heel to head back home. his head hangs down, grateful for the blanket of night that conceals him coupled with the hood he tugs over his head. It all feels like too much. he doesn’t know who to trust anymore. the feeling gets worse, all-encompassing, and then he collides harshly with someone and is immediately on edge when his hood falls back to reveal his own face. “watch where you’re going.” han snaps -- a defense mechanism, in the end -- and without looking to see who it is, moves to exit quickly. 

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kara-murphy‌:

“Whoa, hey,” Kara exclaimed, stumbling backwards a step when someone backed up into her. She reached up instinctively to take hold of the person’s arms to steady them both, before he turned around to face her. She quickly let go of him, holding her hands up defensively. “Hey, it’s okay,” she told him, thinking he looked rather skittish. “No harm done. Here, at least. Are you okay? You look really pale.”

He feels tense immediately; there’s so much riding on what he finds out, how he reacts, how he deals with any information he might find and if he can even do anything for Felix at all. The hands on his arms, gentle and guiding as they may be, do nothing to settle Han’s anxiety and he’s still wary, even as her hands are held up in surrender. “I --” He wonders for a second if this is true -- his complexion is naturally pale and he doesn’t get outside much, but considering how he’s feeling he wouldn’t be surprised by the news.

“Fine.” Han finally chokes out with a firm nod. “Thanks. I -- sorry again.”

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He’d only come out to the memorial for information, as awful as it seemed. He’d stopped in an attempt to pay his respects but it felt odd doing so; he felt as though he was lingered too long, doing the wrong things, looking weird. What was the right way to grieve? To show remorse? 

Han steps away from the memorial hurriedly enough to get himself away but not enough to draw attention; he doesn’t want anyone looking at him like he’s too blame more than they already do. Besides, he’s here for answers -- wherever he can find them. He’s backing away from the memorial when he backs up straight into someone. He turns swiftly, rigid, waiting to be snapped at.

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dragon-tala‌:

“Oh. No, that’s okay,” Tala said quickly. “I mean, I’m happy to help whoever I can, whenever I can, in whatever way I can.” She offered him a small, sad smile. “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help now. I wish I could do more.” She bit her lip, thinking but not sure she could come up with anything. It’s not like she could storm into the FBI headquarters and demand for them to release Felix. He was a murderer, after all. At least, that’s what the evidence pointed to. She honestly didn’t know him so she couldn’t say for sure if he had or not.

Han watches her silently, chewing some on his bottom lip. He sees it; the telltale signs of fear, of being unsure, of thinking Felix could possibly be what they think he is. Every time it happens, he feels the burning urge to convince people that no, he’s not a killer, not a bad person. He’s a savior. A hero.

“I ... know you don’t know him and you don’t really know me, but ... he’s my brother. I know him.” Han says quietly, almost desperately. “He wouldn’t do this. Just ... remember that, I guess.”

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lonelynixie‌:

Nixie nods in understanding at his request to not give up on Felix. She wouldn’t, but she also knew that wasn’t going to be easy. Especially with the whole town rooting against him.

She paused and frowned up at her brother. “You’re not gonna get yourself in trouble, are you? I… I can’t lose you too.”

“I won’t leave you.” Han promises easily, brow furrowing as he looks down some at Nixie. He knows he wasn’t there before, wasn’t there for when Felix appeared and everyone pointed fingers at him and wasn’t there for Felix being taken, but he was here now. 

Of course, there was a chance he’d get taken away -- but he’d go fighting if that happened. “We’ll just focus on doing what we can for Felix. Getting in trouble isn’t going to do anything for his name. Just ... don’t give up on him. I’ll do the rest.”

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lonelynixie‌:

“What do you mean?” She looks up at him with a heavy frown. As far as she was aware, there was no more hope. They confirmed it was Felix’s bite. How could they get him back?

“I… It didn’t seem like there was anything more to do.” She admits sadly. She didn’t want to give up on her brother either, but it certainly felt like there wasn’t much of a choice.

“No, it ... it seems hopeless.” Han admits slowly, exhaling deeply. There’s a weight to the words and his fingers clench some around the fabric of Nixie’s shirt. He couldn’t let that happen, though. Couldn’t let Felix just disappear from their lives completely. 

He moves back some, relaxing his grip on Nixie to give her a small smile. “But Felix wouldn’t give up so I won’t either. I don’t want you to follow after me or -- or do anything I’m doing. Just ... just don’t give up on Felix. Please. I’ll get him back.”

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dragon-tala‌:

“Oh,” Tala said, biting her lip. She’d been offering the “bring you groceries” or “buy you chocolate” type of help. She hadn’t realized he’d want her to actually investigate into the situation. “I-I suppose I could ask some questions,” she admitted after a moment. She wondered if she could ask Noah to ask Caleb if he knew anything. She was hoping to avoid speaking to Caleb herself. She honestly wouldn’t even know what to say.

“Um. That reporter guy … Jack Hunter? He seems to know a lot. Maybe you could ask him for some information too,” she offered after a moment, realizing the human might be of better help than herself.

“Yeah, of course. The reporter.” Han had never come into contact with Jack himself and tended to steer away from reading any news articles or things of the like for the chance that they’d mention him or, more importantly, one of his siblings. “Right. I’m sure he’d know. Maybe I can get it out of him somehow...”

He trails off for a moment, deep in thought, and doesn’t even realize he hasn’t thanked Tala at first. When he realizes it, he blinks slowly and flushes some, nodding towards her a bit. “Thanks. I ... don’t think I ever got the chance to thank you for looking for my brother before. So ... thanks for that, too. Sorry that it’s so late. I -- I don’t talk to people much.” He admits with a little duck of his head.

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dragon-tala‌:

“Whoa!” Tala exclaimed, holding up her hands, as Han abruptly turned around to face her. “It’s okay! I come in peace!” She bit her lip, slowly lowering her hands. “You’re one of the hybrids, right? I know what happened at the Bar Mitzvah. I-I was there. I just … I wanted to say I’m sorry and ask, well, if you needed anything or if there was any way I can help …?” She shifted a bit awkwardly, honestly not having thought this through. She’d just seen him across the street and recognized him as one of the hybrids and had suddenly decided to off her help, somehow.

He recognizes her immediately -- the strange girl that had offered to help him find Felix the first time -- and although his instincts tell him to take off, he recognizes that maybe she can help him again. Maybe she knew something, knew someone ... 

Han nods quickly, taking a small step backwards to hopefully make up for how abruptly he’d turned on her prior. “Yes, I -- sorry. I do. My -- my brother. He’s the one who got taken away. You tried to help me find him last time, remember? I just ... I know he could’ve never done something like that. He -- he’s not the type. Never could be. So I know this might be stretch, but -- but if you have any information or know of anyone that could have something to help him, that -- that would be helpful.”

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lonelynixie‌:

As soon as Nixie heard her brother’s voice, her spirits lifted just a little. She immediately got up from the ground and ran over to pull him into a tight hug. “Han!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him.

She hid her face into his shoulder and sighed. “No. Not really. But… I’m trying to be strong. Griffin really isn’t doing well.” She admitted with a frown.

He can’t help but tense up at the hug, though a moment later he relaxes and accepts it, even wraps his arms around her in return. It’s nice, letting other people in. Checking on people he cares about, swallowing the fear that they won’t be okay or that they’ll betray him. 

“Yeah... I figured as much.” Han replies honestly, pulling back some to look at her. He can see the effects that Felix’s arrest has had on her clearly. It tugs on his heartstrings and suddenly he wishes he hadn’t been such a coward, wishes he had just come to help sooner. “Look, I’m -- I’m here now. I’m not letting them take him from us. I’ll figure it out and we’ll be okay.”

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lonelynixie‌:

Nixie read Jack’s article and her heart sunk. A small part of her was still holding out hope, that even though every sign pointed to Felix being guilty, it was just a misunderstanding. That hope vanished after the article was published.

She had difficulty processing what that truly meant for herself and her siblings. Would she have to be their caregiver? Was she even capable?

She desperately pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on her work. She meticulously made a batch of cupcakes and laid them out in the display case. She wasn’t even scheduled to work today, but she dropped in in an attempt to ease her mind. Unfortunately, no amount of cupcakes could distract her from the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She offered to take the trash out, mostly because she needed an excuse to leave the cafe. She steps out of the back door and puts the bag into the garbage can, then sits down on the sidewalk. She was miserable, but unsure of what to do with herself. She just sat and stared at the bricks across from her, a heavy frown pulling at her lips.

Han approaches Nixie, surprised to find her outside rather than inside the building -- it was lucky, though, considering he definitely didn’t want to have to interact with however many people were surely inside in an effort to get to Nixie. He hadn’t spoken to her in some time, and he felt strange and awkward approaching her, unsure of how to get her attention. This was what Felix would do, though. Had any of the others been accused, he would’ve checked on them. Kept them together.

“Hey.” He greets her, standing some distance away in an effort to hopefully not startle her. “Sorry, I ... know you’re probably busy. Just -- are you okay?”

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Han glances across the street anxiously; it was one of the first times in days that he had ventured outside for fear that he would be stopped and asked about Felix. The thought makes his heart clench painfully, makes his anxiety spike and with it comes the thought that he should be taking Felix’s role, should be looking after his siblings just like Felix would. Instead, he was a coward. 

He doesn’t expect anyone to appear behind him, though, and when he feels them near he’s on edge immediately, spinning around to see who it is.

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hybrid-felix:

Felix looked down at his hand, as Han curled his fingers around it. He gave the hand a firm squeeze, taking comfort in the rare display of affection from his brother. “You’re right,” he said, even as the guilt continued to eat at him, along with the uneasiness of missing time. He shook his head to clear it, looking down at Han. “You look exhausted. Do you want me to walk you home?”

The question reminds him of how tired he actually is and he swallows at the mention of returning home to his apartment. He bites his lip, unsure of how to pose the question of somehow staying with Griffin and Felix -- the events that had occurred recently had put him in a state of unease. Han nods distractedly. “Um, yeah. I -- is Griffin at your place? Maybe I should, uh, go see him.”

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dragon-tala:

“Felix, okay,” Tala said with a nod. She turned away from him, then, scanning the crowd. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the top of her lungs, “FELIX! FELIX ARE YOU HERE?! YOUR BROTHER IS LOOKING FOR YOU! FELIX!”

Quite a few people turned to look at her, as her voice was a lot bigger than her frame, but all she got were blank stares and none of them were from anyone who matched Han’s description. She bit her lip, turning to look at him apologetically. “I don’t think he’s here.”

The sudden noise makes Han jump and he wants to shrink away when he feels eyes on him. Even as Tala turned to speak to him, he had a hard time tearing his gaze away from the multitude of people looking over and whispering to themselves.

He finally tears his gaze away, though, and shakes his head. His body thrums and his heart beats erratically and he tries to calm and distract himself enough to formulate a reply. “Yeah, no ... it’s okay. I’ll, uh, I’ll find him. What about you? Are you just ... going around to help?” 

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hybrid-felix:

“I … no, actually,” Felix admitted, blinking some as he thought back to that night. “I … went to go to the bathroom and I …” He shook his head. “I don’t know. The next thing I remember I was stepping out and seeing the fire and those vampires …” He swallowed hard. “There were this group of vamps that got caught in the first explosion. I-I couldn’t save them.” He bit his lip, an uneasy feeling entering his stomach.

“Oh.” Is the only thing that leaves his mouth, as unintelligent as it is. Han can already hear them -- people assuming the worst of his brother, taking his hybrid status as an indicator that he must’ve done the deed, that he must’ve started the fire. His fingers close around Felix’s hand before he can stop them, though he doesn’t even seem to notice he’s doing it. “It’s okay. It’s not your job to save anyone. What’s important is -- is you got out alive.”

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dragon-tala:

“Oh. An adoptive brother? Step-brother?” Tala said, glancing sidelong at Han and wondering if he was a hybrid. “Okay, lanky, shoulder-length dark hair, and dark eyes. Does he have a name?” She didn’t see anyone right off the bat that matched that description, but she wasn’t about to go looking without a little more information.

“Adoptive.” Han replies shortly -- he didn’t see why it mattered beyond her own curiosity but he also didn’t want to bite the hand that fed him. “His name is Felix. He usually stands out in a crowd, so when I didn’t see him ...” Han trails off then, unable to finish his sentence.