The Truth|| Tybalt and Lavinia
It’s been too long since she’s seen Tybalt. Lavinia kept hoping that he wouldn’t rub Tobias or Finch the wrong way, but that’s tough. She knows how he is. Ever since Tobias found out about her, ever since she lost control of her suppression, Lavinia had been avoiding people. Avoiding the press, avoiding the tributes, the mentors. As far as anyone knew, she was ill with the flu. That’s what it seemed like, at least. No one knew what had happened between her and Tobias. Nobody needed to know.
Except Tybalt. He probably wouldn’t believe her at first, either-- not if she was on tethalene, at least. So she played with her schedule, worked it out so that it would be out of her system by the time that evening hit. Lavinia asked the guards that were otherwise always surrounding her to take the evening off, that she just wanted some time alone. And they listened.
The walk to the tunnels was familiar. She ran her hand along the grimy wall, knowing just where they would meet. Lavinia had passed a small note to his quarters today, nothing that the peacekeepers would notice. She waited at the end of the tunnel she had met him in the previous time, feeling the last of the tethalene work its way out of her system. The cold sweat and the nausea went away, leaving her blood to heat up and creep through her veins like a heater. The cool dampness in the air was more prominent to her now, prickling the hairs on her arms. It was strange, strange and a little terrifying, but she would wait. Tybalt needed to know.
