#tricohven

[thvrpe]

" no , we'll do this together . " @tricohven

"good, because i don't think i could do this by myself." xavier mused, taking off his apron. he was doing some work in the café because he dad thought it would be good for him. "so, where do you think we should start?"

[inkfng]

                        ( ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ / @tricohven​ )

                to be sent   here   of all places.       sunglasses falling to the tip of his nose as eyes scanned the squares.       ────       witches , vampires , & wolves.       the smell almost overwhelming  ,  coated with a mixture of food  &  booze.        we  need  you  to  check  on  the  packs .       out of all the people  ,  they sent  him.       loud clattering and tourist pushing by made the whole city seem crowded.       instead of   sniffing   them out  ,  he figured  ────   they  could  find  him.       some strange wolf wandering into territory that wasn't his  ,  wouldn't go unnoticed.       slipping himself into a booth of a shop he ordered his coffee  ,  ringed fingertips tapping against the table as his gaze remained out the window.

[skinnd]

@tricohven , from here .

'  really  wish  you  were  jokin'...  '      garret  sighs,  removing  the  hat  from  his  head  briefly  to  run  fingers  through  damp  strands.      '  but  i  don'  get  much  of  jokin'  vibe  from  you.  any  tips  on  survivin'  ?  '

[el3nasa]

@tricohven​  /  meme  . 

‘  i've   killed   so   many   times  .  ’

        ‘  that  doesn’t  have  to  define  you  ,  ’   she  assures  softly  ,  dark  gaze  kind  .  perhaps  it’s  an  odd  thing  to  say  ,  but  after  being  around  those  called  monsters  for  so  long  ,  she’s  learned  that  morality  isn’t  so  black  and  white  .  maybe  it’s  hypocritical  of  her  ,  but  she’s  had  to  greatly  adjust  her  rules  to  survive  in  this  world  .

[drkroots-a]

          @tricohven​, continued from x bc tumblr’s a janky bitch that frustrates me

               “I didn’t think you were speaking that literally.” Smile that appeared on features was short lived as his brain continued to go down the dark and twisted paths he was sure she was talking about. A small scoff. “That mean you’re into giving tours?”

[drkroots-a]

          @tricohven, continued from x bc thread tracker

               “Yeah, forgive me for not being into the whole brutal murder thing, myself.” If only he were quick enough, he could have potentially used his chryomancy to cauterise ( or something similar to it ) the wounds and save a life... but time was his enemy and it also wasn’t like he hadn’t been doing some damage of his own recently on the journey of self-discovery in which he found himself on. “You’re gonna tell me that they had it coming or this meant to be some thrill kill for you?”

[ladicsa]

@tricohven​ said     “     i'd be lost without you.   ” rosaline sentence starters

Hope is too young to have experienced half the things she had, to carry the weight that had been set upon her shoulders the moment she was born. This world is unfair to anything deemed other, especially if they were women - it’s something that Kisa too had learned far younger than she should have been. 

And so, she decided long ago that whatever happened, she would take on as much of it as Hope would allow her. If only to ease her worries a little. 

Her mouth ticks upwards in an affectionate smile and she cradles Hope’s face between her hands, thumb swiping across cheekbone. “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere,” a perk of immortality. “A hundred years, or a thousand - I’ll always be here for you.”

[ladicsa]

@tricohven liked for a starter

In her very long life Kisa had been a lot of things - a sacrificial lamb, a prisoner, a dancer, a leader. Babysitter, though? That one was new.

"Guess it's you and me till your mom gets back," the compound was quiet save for the ticking of a grandfather clock, and Kisa is a little too aware of the walls surrounding her, the heaviness of them. She got like this sometimes, even years after escaping the Twister; got this antsy feeling that crept along her skin that told her she'd rather be anywhere but inside. As if she'd linger too long and find herself trapped again, unable to feel the night air on her skin. If anybody asked later, she'd just say Hope was bored.

"Come on, let's go get you a beignet or something."