Talisan Nash

/ GreyShadow Coven / Werewolf / Omega /

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freyjaxbeaumont‌:

Freyja leaned over on the counter and began tapping her fingers on the surface. She placed her elbow on the counter, resting her head on her hand and let out a sigh. She hated when her mind was constantly running through thoughts. Sad thoughts, negative thoughts. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she glanced down at the surface of the counter. She leaned down, opened her mouth, and blew hot air on the surface of the table. It created precipitation where she then took her finger and drew a sad face. It didn’t last long, but it was there, nonetheless. 

“I’m the same.” Freyja said quietly as she ran her fingers along the counter, trying to distract herself. “Part of me feels like this is just a dream. A bad, bad dream.” Warm tears stung at her eyes and she tried to pull them back but it didn’t work. The young girl lowered her head so that Talisan couldn’t see the tears that she was shedding.

“Juice.” Freyja said as she watched him pour it. “Can I at least get some vodka in that or something?” She asked, trying to smile afterwards but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She was having a hard time with life in general and maybe the alcohol would help her sleep soundly without nightmares.

“I keep having nightmares about how she must have looked.” Freyja said as she pulled the plate towards her and picked up the sandwich. She was no longer hungry but she knew that she needed to at least eat something. She raised the grilled cheese up to her mouth and took a small bite out of the side, getting mostly bread in her mouth. She chewed it slowly before setting the slice back down on the plate. “Did she look… was it bad?” She was curious and she wanted to know.

“That’s not fair.” She frowned as she finally glanced towards Talisan. “I was there. I saw it start. I can’t not think about it.” She said, her voice cracking as she spoke. “It’s like… it’s all I think about. And then… what if I had stayed and helped? What if I had disobeyed my father and stayed?” 

Talisan  started to clean up the mess he had made. He was glad that he was doing something at least, it kept him busy for the moment which was good because he didn’t really want to sit, he needed some sort of activity just for his own sanity. “ I wish every day that it was just a nightmare, that we’d all wake up tomorrow and everything would be back to normal.” he said, he saw that she had her head lowered and he was sure that she was crying but he didn’t say anything about it.

Talisan had just finished cleaning up his mess when she asked for vodka in her juice, he couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his lips, “ I’m glad you still have a sense of humour, that’s a good sign.” he said. He considered for a moment before he went and pulled out a bottle of vodka, “ Just don’t tell anyone I gave you alcohol.” he said as he made his way over to her with the bottle and poured a little bit into her juice, not much, barely a fingers worth, not enough to get her drunk, just a tad that he hoped would help her relax, maybe help her get some decent sleep. 

Talisan frowned when she said she was having nightmares, he put the bottle of vodka away and then made his way over to her, taking the seat next to hers. “ I’m not surprised to hear that.” he said to her softly, “ It’ll take time for those thoughts to get out of your head, it won’t happen over night.” he said to her. He tensed slightly when she asked him how bad it was, he didn’t know how to answer that. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the words, “ It wasn’t...” he started, “ It wasn’t as bad compared to the other victims, but it was still horrible none the less.” he said slowly, quietly, frowning deeply as his memories from that day flooded over him. He looked away from her so she couldn’t see his eyes clouding over with them.

“ If you had stayed, you would’ve probably been killed too, you did the only thing you could’ve done to help.” he said, “ What happened isn’t your fault, you did the right thing by running to get the Elders.” he replied to her, he hated that she was so devastated. “ I know its not fair, I know it’s hard trying to process all this, hell, it’s impossible right now I know, but it takes time.” he said, “ I’ll be honest, Cuore Mio, this is something you’ll probably never fully get over, but I promise you that in time, it’ll slowly start to get easier.” he said, “ It might not happen for a while, weeks, months, maybe longer, but it’ll get better, it will still make your heart break at times yes, but you will be happy again.” he added, “ Besides, even though your mom is gone, she’s still with you, she’s in there...” he said, pointing to her heart, “ I see her in you every single day.” he said.

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ravenreisman‌:

“Talisan.” she said his name so gently, “Stop beating yourself up. It’s easy to look at things in the past and think about what could have been, what could have been. But, you can’t change it. And again, it’s not your fault.” She could tell him that until he died, but it was up to him on whether or not he believed it. Raven would be there until he did. 

She listened intently to his promise, hoping to whatever higher being there was, that he kept it. His fingers intertwined with hers, and she squeezed their hands with her free one. “Good, because she would be destroyed.” she locked eyes with him, “And I would miss the hell out of you, so don’t do that. Ever.”

Talisan frowned at her slightly, he knew she was right, what had happened wasn’t his fault, he just wished that he could’ve been there, he wished that it was him that was killed, not Thalia, that way Freyja would still have her mother, and even her father. He let out a heavy breath and looked down for a moment, listening to her words, he looked back at her once more, “ You’re right.” he said to her, “ I’ll try to cut myself some slack.” he promised, it would take some time of course, but he would try. 

Talisan squeezed her hand gently, he stroked his thumb against hers without really realizing that he was doing it. He nodded, “ Yes, she would be, I don’t want to cause her more sadness.” he said to her, he knew he wasn’t just thinking for himself anymore, he had Freyja to think about now. He knew he would never take the place of her Dad, and he didn’t want too, but he wanted her to know that he was there if she needed him, that he would always be there. Talisan smiled slightly, “ Well, we can’t have that.” he replied, his tone sounded lighter now, he leaned towards her, “ Don’t worry about me, I’m not going anywhere.” he said softly in her ear, he then kissed her cheek and moved back from her once more, a slight smile on his lips.

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lil-doc-enoch‌:

Lil usually did not appreciate people interrupting her busy drinking time. She dealt with people enough at work, she definitely wasn’t looking to socialize when she unwound. But, he did have a point. Roseville was a little off sometimes. For one, the crime rate seemed to have skyrocketed since she’d come home. She remembered it as always being so safe, to the point of being boring, when she’d been younger. Maybe that was just that she’d been younger, but still, it wasn’t a big city, it didn’t have any major gang turf worth fighting over, so it seemed odd. Odd wasn’t really the right word, but it was as far as Lil was willing to take it while she was busy drinking beer and whiskey. “Are you a chatty drunk? I just wanna know what I’m signing up for by sitting here. I’ll accept banter, local politics, even rampant speculation or sports chatter, but if it wanders into sob story territory, I’m out. I have enough of that already.”

Talisan looked over at the woman when she spoke and raised her eyebrows at her slightly, “ To be perfectly honest I’m not much of a drunk to begin with.” he said to her, it would take a lot more than what he was currently drinking to make him even feel the affects of the alcohol. He didn’t know this woman, she didn’t need to know his life, and he didn’t want to talk about it any more than she wanted to hear it, so in his mind, they were on the same page. “ Relax, I didn’t come out to the bar to spew out my life story and sulk, I’m not that guy.” he said to her, he took another drink from his glass. He was the exact opposite of that guy, instead of focusing on the past, he focused on the present because ultimately that was what really mattered to him. All he wanted was a normal conversation, he didn’t want to talk about the murders or Thalia and Brandyn, he wanted to feel normal for a while, it was that simple, that was why he came out to the bar in the first place.

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cadelehane‌:

“Want me to top you off, hon?”

Caden looked down from the television screen over the bar, breaking away from the hockey game above to the bartender in front of him. A glance down at his glass shot clear to the bottom, not even a sip left to nurse. Lifting the cup to his mouth, he tossed back what little was left before setting the cup back down on it’s coaster and sliding the thing closer to the bartender. 

With a nod and a brief smirk, he instructed, “Make this one a double; would’ya, sweetheart?”

She flashed him a smile, pulling the scotch from its shelf with a throaty, “Coming right up.” Amber liquid splashed into his cup before she pushed it back in his direction. “Let me know if you need anything else, alright?” The bartender winked then moved down the bar, beckoned by another patron. 

Not sparing her either second thought or glance, he refocused on the game. He was lifting his freshly poured glass to his mouth when another voice pulled his attention from the game again. Talisan Nash. He’d spotted the Omega when he took a seat at the bar, but didn’t address the wolf because why bother. They were in neutral territory looking to whet their pallet. Nothing to talk about. 

Clearly Nash thought otherwise.

Looking around the dive, Cade did a quick headcount of the place. Maybe Talisan was right. Maybe, with all the shit going down in Roseville, more people could’ve been finding comfort at the bottom of a bottle. Then again, maybe it was best for everyone that they weren’t. The last thing they all needed was a town full of drunks looking for answers. 

“Yeah,” he finally said in response. “Some healthier than others, I guess.”

A few seconds of silence passed before Caden spoke again. He was watching Talisan closely, reading the air around him with a few inhales as he observed his expression and gauged what he could from the Omega’s eyes. On a quiet voice he said, “I heard what happened to Thalia. She was…” he was going to say ‘one of your pack’ but not only wasn’t this the place, Cade wasn’t particularly inclined to use that word in association with a fucking vamp. So, after a second, he settled on, “She was a friend of yours, wasn’t she? Close friend? I’m sorry for your loss, man.”

Another swig washed smooth heat down his throat and into his gut. When Cade set his glass back down he turned it on its corner, swishing the scotch around the glass as he continued to hold Nash’s gaze. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

He and Talisan weren’t friends. Far from it. But the male was still a wolf. Wolf with an identity crisis, sure, but a wolf all the same. When their kind bonded to someone losing them was… hard. They weren’t bosom buddies or some shit, but Caden knew a thing or two about loss. A thing or two too much, honestly. Just because they were vamps didn’t make it any less painful, not for Talisan if he cared for them the way a wolf would their pack. 

Talisan looked over, he recognized the voice and who it belonged too, Caden, another werewolf. The other werewolves in town didn’t really get along with Talisan all that much because of who he was affiliated with, but that didn’t mean Talisan didn’t try to get along with them, he had nothing against any of them regardless of how they treated him, he preferred to not let it get to him and it didn’t. He nodded his head in agreement, “ Seems like it.” he replied to him. 

When Caden brought up Thalia, Talisan visibly tensed, he looked down at the glass in his hand and frowned at it for a moment as he listened to what he had to say, he heard him pause momentarily as he considered his words and Talisan knew why. The other werewolves in town didn’t exactly like calling the vampires a pack, but to Talisan that was exactly what they were, they were his pack, and he treated them as such. They didn’t kill him when he came along, they accepted him, they didn’t care if he was different. Talisan heard him continued with his carefully chosen words, but decided not to call him out on it, honestly Caden was the first werewolf to offer his condolences to him after losing Thalia and he appreciated the gesture. 

“ You probably won’t like hearing this but, she was more like family, but thank you.” he said, it was the truth, he was sure Caden understood what he meant, being a werewolf you felt deeply about those you consider your pack and it was never easy losing someone like that. Talisan shrugged his shoulders when he asked him how he was holding up, he didn’t really have an answer to that question. He looked over at him, “ I’m not so sure to be honest, I can’t seem to ever find the words to explain how I’m doing.” he said, “ But I guess what I can say is that...” he paused momentarily, “... I’m getting by.” he said, honestly he had more important thoughts running through his head right now instead of focusing on how he felt.

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ravenreisman‌:

She saw the tick in his jaw that showed how angry he was. Raven gently put a hand on his, and said, “Hey, look at me.” she waited for him to do so before continuing, “You understand there was nothing you could do, right? This was completely out of your hands, out of all of our hands.” she figured he felt guilty. He and Brandyn had always been so close, so she couldn’t imagine how much he was hurting. 

“Now, you know what you have to do though.” she said firmly, “You cannot go out on a revenge mission to find whatever thing did this. You can’t do that to Freyja. She acts like she wants to be alone, but she needs us. She needs you. She can’t lose you, too.” she told him honestly. 

Talisan took a moment before he turned to look at her like she had asked him too. He listened to her tell him that what happened wasn’t his fault, that there was nothing he could’ve done to stop it from happening but he couldn’t help but think that maybe he could have, maybe if he was there in time he could’ve saved Thalia and prevented all this from happening but he wasn’t. “ I should’ve been there, I could’ve done something....” he said to her, the guilt that he felt ran deep, he looked away from her, not wanting her to see just how deep his guilt went but he had a feeling she already knew. 

He ran his hands over his face roughly, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes for moment, listening to her, he knew she was right, Freyja needed them now more than ever and he wasn’t going to let her down, she’d lost enough people already. Talisan dropped his hands from his face and looked back at Raven, “ You’re right.” he said to her, “ I promise, I won’t do anything stupid to mess that up. She’s lost enough people already, I’m not planning on adding myself to that list.” he said to her, he reached over and took her hand this time, linking their fingers together, “ I’m not going anywhere.”

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maxxclayborn‌:

Max knew that Talisan was close to the Vampires, but that didn’t mean that the Omega couldn’t betray them. People did a lot of things when they were upset, hurt, or felt betrayed themselves. Murder would be one of those things. He wasn’t going to outright accuse the Omega of murdering someone, but he wasn’t going to rule it out either.

“Hm, looks like you and I have something in common after all, Tali.” Max said as he made his way over to the bar. He sat down next to the Omega, watching him closely. Max pressed his lips together as he listened to the guy speak. “Someone… as in one of your coven mates?” Max asked as he tilted his head to the side. “Well you don’t seem to be around any of them right now. Why not show your emotions when you’re not with them?” Max asked as he tapped his fingers on the surface of the counter.

“Oh, you have many secrets?” Max’s eyebrows shot up and a smirk formed on his lips. “Well the secret could be a number of many.” The beta said before ordering his own glass of alcohol. Scotch, to be exact. “So you are mourning the loss of your Vamps. Part of me believes you. Another part… well, you could be lying.” Max pointed out as he grabbed the glass that was set down next to him. “If you didn’t harm them, then who do you think did? Is that in your arsenal of secrets?”

Talisan knew that this would happen, he knew that he was probably one of the first most people thought about when it came to what was going on around here, at least when it came the the people who didn’t know him very well. Talisan knew a long time ago that his life wasn’t going to be easy, he was an Omega werewolf who’s family consisted of vampires, the natural enemy to werewolves. Not many knew just how loyal Talisan was and he had his reasons for being loyal to the vampires he called his pack, it was a vampire that ultimately saved him from death, not just once but twice, werewolves only ever tried to kill him. 

Talisan raised an eyebrow slightly, “ Imagine that.” he replied dryly, playing with his drink glass absently before he took a drink from it. He went slightly rigid at Max’s words and looked over at him, “ Who they are is none of your business.” he said to him simply, and that was all he was going to say on the matter. He shook his head, “ Because, letting out my emotions won’t help anyone at this point, it won’t solve anything, so instead of letting them be a disadvantage to me, I’d rather use them to my advantage.” he said, he used any emotion that he felt to fuel the fire he had raging deep in his chest, he used them to keep himself focused on what he needed to do to find out who was behind all of this.

“ Everyone has their secrets Clayborn, why would I be any different?” he said to him reasonably. Talisan clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his auburn hair, he looked over at Max once more, “ Look, I understand that I’m naturally the first suspect people tend to think of when considering all thats been happening around here lately, it’s nothing I’m not used to, but what most people don’t know is that I’m loyal to a fault so why would I kill my best friends wife? Why would I kill anyone who is trying to promote peace when that’s all I want myself, and even so, I still hope that one day maybe other werewolves will learn to accept me, and I them.” he said logically, and it was the truth, he had absolutely no motive to kill anyone, “ I am many things Clayborn, being a cold blooded murderer isn’t one of them, as shocking as that may be for you to hear.” he said, finishing off his drink.

“ If I had any ideas as to who might be behind all this, do you really think I’d be sitting in a bar right now?” he asked him, “ Truth is, I have no idea who is behind all these murders, if I did I would tell you.” he said, “ But one thing I do know is that I fully intend on finding out who this bastard is.” he said, motioning for another drink. “ We may play for different teams Max, but we’re on the same side, whether you like it or not.”

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freyjaxbeaumont‌:

Freyja watched Talisan as he took out the loaf of bred from the pantry. She didn’t want a large sandwich, nor did she want any meat on her sandwich. What she really wanted was a grilled cheese. “Do you think you could make me a grilled cheese?” Freyja asked him. It’s what her mother always made her when she was sick, along with tomato soup. But Freyja didn’t know how to make the soup, nor what ingredients her mother put into the soup. So a grilled cheese would just have to do.

She let her hands lay in her lap and she began playing with a loose string on her right sleeve. She pressed her lips together as she glanced down at her hands. She didn’t really want to talk about what had happened, but she did wonder how Talisan was taking all of it. “Are you…” Freyja’s quiet voice barely made it out of her mouth. “Are you okay?” 

She was trying not to get emotional but it was hard. She had lost both of her parents this week and she had no idea what she was going to do. She felt lost. She didn’t feel like herself anymore. It was like a piece of her was missing and her heart constantly ached. But she knew that if she had seen her mother after the attack, it would be worse. She thought it was best for herself if she didn’t see how her mother’s body was after she was murdered. But that didn’t stop Freyja’s mind from wandering and making things up on it’s own. “Did you see her after…?” She couldn’t believe she was asking it but she couldn’t help it. “Was there really no way to… to bring her back?” 

Freyja knew that once upon a time, Amory had passed. But they had brought her back to life. Why couldn’t they do the same for her mother? Why did her death have to be permanent? Why?

Talisan looked up at her when she asked if he could make her a grilled cheese, he nodded, “ Yeah, I can do that.” he replied to her. He grabbed the cheese block he took from the fridge a minute before, grabbed a sharp knife and started to thinly slice the cheese for her grilled cheese. He grabbed the bread next, pulled out two slices and spread a touch of butter on one side of both slices. He grabbed a small pan next and started to heat it up on the stove. 

He assembled her grilled cheese and started to cook it when he heard her question. He paused momentarily in his movements when she asked him if he was okay, he didn’t really know how to answer that. Talisan wasn’t sure how he was, he felt numb for the most part but no words that he could think of really fit well with how he felt. He looked at her, “ I can’t really put it into words about how I’m doing.” he replied to her, it was really the only answer he had.

He continued to make he grilled cheese, it only took a few minutes before it was done. He placed the sandwich on a small plate, cut it in half and brought it over to where she was sitting. He set the plate down in front of her before he grabbed a glass and poured her some juice, he set that down for her as well. He started to clean up the mess he had made when he heard her next question, he tensed and looked at her, he nodded slightly, he had seen her after. He didn’t want to burden Freyja with that image though, he wanted her to remember her mother how she was supposed to remember her, not the horror of her mothers death. 

Talisan frowned at her, “ If they could have brought her back they would’ve.” he said to her, “ I know it’s hard right now Cuore Mio, but try not to dwell on how she died, instead, remember her for how she lived.”

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ravenreisman‌:

Raven sighed, “About the same, I suppose.” Raven knew how close Talisan was to the Beaumont’s and she also knew he would never let Freyja out of his sights again. 

“You never have to ask to buy me a drink, dear.” she said with a smile. Raven sighed, hating the the thing she was about to say. “I’ve heard whispers people think this might have to do with the wolves, or a single wolf.” she paused, “Before you think I am accusing you, I’m not. I know it wasn’t you, the whole Coven knows it wasn’t you. I just want to know your thoughts, Talisan. I want to hear from you. Who or What do you think did this?”

Talisan nodded his head, expecting her to say that, he was sure that everyone in town felt the same way at this point. “ I think we all feel that way at this point.” he said to her.  His thoughts turned back to Thalia and Brandyn, he picked up his glass and took a drink, just wanting to push those thoughts away for now. 

Talisan chuckled slightly and looked over at her, “ I’ll remember that for next time.” he said. His small grin disappeared however, hearing what she had to say, he was glad that she didn’t think it was him causing all this mess. He was also relieved to hear that the Coven, the people he truly considered as his pack, didn’t believe it was him either. “ I know that, and I’m not surprised that I’m the first one most tend to think of when it comes to whats been going on around here.” he said to her, he rubbed the back of his neck. He shook his head slightly and looked over at her, “ I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” he said, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, giving away just how angry he felt about all this. 

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gwynboothe‌:

It could be said that the hunter was always stuck inside her own head, but she had definitely felt it more recently what with everything going on. It made her want to hide away. Although her profession dealt a lot in death, that didn’t mean she particularly liked it. Unless she held personal tethers to her missions, Gwyn usually viewed her tasks as a means to an end. Something she wasn’t going to drag out for the fun of it. If she had more than the reason of her victim being a supernatural being to feel hatred for them, maybe she would enjoy the act. Even if she felt proud of it, well… you more than likely wouldn’t find her bragging about it in the local bar. Simply put, there were two sides to Gwyn when it came to what she did.

Gwyn had been keeping to herself pretty much since the murders began happening, aside from having some important chats with the people she needed to speak to about the events occurring. She had finally left her comfortable blanket of solitude intending to go for a walk that might help clear her head, yet she somehow ended up drinking. Just a quiet one, she told herself. Planning to find a dark corner and stick to it, but first she had to order – and the bar was busier than she would have liked. As she ordered her gin and waited for it to be made, the brunette spared a look at the man acknowledging her. Great. So much for keeping to herself. “Looks like it,” Not preparing to say anything else, she gracefully reached over and took her drink from the bartender. She nodded slightly. “I always believed that drinking away your sorrows had been the most popular method for centuries, no?”

Talisan looked over at her and nodded, “ It has it’s moments.” he replied to her, drinking had always been a form of trying to forget, but it never really ended up fixing anything, if anything, it just ultimately made you feel worse, at least if you were human, “ Everyone has their own reasons when it comes to drinking, but trying to drown away your sorrows is definitely one of the top reasons on that list.” he said. He had seen many drink for many different reasons, sadness, happiness, celebration, sorrow and so on, the list was endless. Talisan was drinking because he felt he needed to take the edge off, though liquor didn’t make him drunk, it helped him feel a shred of normalcy in an otherwise terrible time.

“ Personally I find that sitting and having a drink helps me clear my head and decide what to do next. ” he replied to her. He took a drink from his glass, finishing it off before motioning towards the bartender for another, it wasn’t like the alcohol affected him much so why not, he had no plans. He looked back at her as the bartender went to get him another drink, “ I’m sorry if I interrupted your drink.” he said to her. The bartender placed his new on on the bar in front of him, he reached for the glass and gave the liquid a small swirl around the glass. 

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freyjaxbeaumont‌:

“Looking all over for me?” Freyja asked with a small frown on her lips. “Did someone ask you to come check on me?” It was a question she had asked every single person that had come to see her recently. She wanted to be left alone but it seemed that no one wanted to do that. Everyone was more protective of her now than ever and she understood why. But that didn’t mean she needed someone near her constantly. She wanted her space. But obviously, that wouldn’t happen.

“Okay.” She said in a soft voice as she moved towards one of the stools and sat up on it. She placed her elbows on the table in front of her and rested her head on her hands with a sigh. Her stomach grumbled loudly, as if to yell at her to eat something. Freyja honestly couldn’t even remember the last time she had eaten something substantial. 

“What are you going to make?” Freyja asked as she glanced towards Talisan. Her stomach was wanting to know but her mind was elsewhere, thinking about her mother and the times that they had cooked together. It hurt her knowing that her mother would never come into the kitchen with her ever again. She’d never show her a new recipe or they wouldn’t have a small food fight between the two of them again. Her heart continued to break every single time a memory showed itself in her head. 

Talisan watched her as she went over to one of the stools and took a seat. He turned back towards the pantry and looking around inside it, looking at what options he had to make her something to eat. At her question, he looked over his shoulder at her, “ Well, I’m guessing you haven’t eaten much over the past few days so I’m going to recommend something on the lighter side to start off with.” he said to her, “ Maybe a sandwich or would you prefer something else?” he asked her.

He turned back to the pantry and pulled out a loaf of bread and set it down on the counter. He had a feeling that she would prefer to be on her own and he knew that many people often checked up on her, more so lately than before but that was to be expected, a lot of people wanted to keep her safe, make sure that she was ok. Talisan hadn’t looked for her just to check in, he didn’t expect her to want to talk all that much, he didn’t expect her to open up to him or to feel obligated to do so, he was just there for the sake of being there. 

All Talisan wanted was to just be present, if she wanted to talk he would let her, if she didn’t want to talk to him, that was fine too, hell he wouldn’t blame her if that were the case. Talisan reached up, opened a cupboard and pulled out a plate, he set it down on the counter with the bread and headed over to the fridge next. “ I know you most likely just want to be alone, I don’t blame you.” he said to her,  he pulled some items out of the fridge and put them on the counter, “ I’m not here expecting you to talk, I’m just here simply to make you a sandwich and once I do that I’ll leave you be if you want.” he said, looking at her again before he started to make her a sandwich.

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ravenreisman‌:

Entering the Brewhouse, Raven immediately spotted who she’d been looking for. She’d desperately needed to touch base with Talisan. Raven had already spoken to Amory, Freyja, and he was the last on her list. She knew he was so close to the Beaumont’s and he had to be hurting. 

Raven and Talisan’s relationship was… complicated. They cared for each other, but it was unknown whether that would turn into something more, or forever just be friends. 

She sauntered over to him and placed a friendly kiss on the cheek before settling in next to him, “It’s times like these I wish I could get drunk. Forget about the tragedies that plague the city.” Raven sighed, “But, that’s not going to ever happen. How are you?” she said gently. It was a simple enough question, but she knew it held deeper meaning. It wasn’t just ‘good’ or ‘bad’, it asked more than that, how he was handling everything, especially with Freyja. “Remember, Talisan. I know when you’re lying” she finished with a smile. 

Talisan looked over at Raven after she kissed his cheek and watched as she settled in next to him. He nodded his head in agreement to her words, “ Sometimes I wish for the same thing.” he replied to her. He swirled the liquid around in his glass for a moment before taking a drink from it. Talisan shrugged his shoulders when she asked how he was doing, that was a loaded question, at least at that moment it was. He looked down at his drink for a moment, thinking about what to say, “ About as good as to be suspected I guess.” he replied to her. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the most detailed answer he could have given her. 

“ What about you?” Talisan asked her in return, wanting to know how she was feeling about everything that’s been going on lately. He finished off his drink and motioned towards the bartender for another. He looked back at her, “ Can I buy you a drink?” he asked. 

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Drinking was one of Max’s hobbies. It wasn’t something that some people really condoned, especially since if he drank enough, it could feed into his temper. But it didn’t matter to him. Not right then, anyway. In the last day he had almost wolfed out right in front of his Alpha, he had crossed the line with his Alpha, and now he just needed to try to forget about it.

Max walked into the neutral territory bar and noticed the Omega at the bar. He let out a sigh and shook his head slightly before walking up to the bar and using his arms and elbows to lean against the counter. “Scotch on the rocks.” He said to the bartender before turning towards Talisan. No one knew who was murdering these people, but the Omega wasn’t a bad place to start. Max wanted to get to the bottom of this and why not start with the guy that wasn’t exactly in the pack?

“Drinking isn’t exactly the wisest choice after what’s been happening, Talisan.” Max said in an authoritative tone of voice. “Although, sometimes it’s nice to at least pretend you’re relaxing.” He shrugged his shoulders before taking the glass from the bartender and bringing it to his lips. He took a long gulp before setting it back on the counter. Thankfully, his lip had fully healed from when his fang had penetrated it. 

“You seem to be doing better than most.” Max said, cocking his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at the Omega. “Tell me, Nash. What’s your secret?”

Talisan took a drink from his glass of whiskey, he had a feeling he knew how this conversation would turn out. He was no stranger to people treating him with suspicion, not many werewolves were loyal to vampires after all, but Talisan had his own reasons for that. Talisan shrugged, “ Perhaps not, but sometimes I find that drinking helps give the feeling of normalcy, that’s all I’m looking for right now, like you just said, it’s nice to pretend sometimes.” he said, after the week he had, a drink was necessary to say the least. 

Talisan took another drink from his glass, he shook his head, “ Appearances are deceiving, I may look like I’m doing better than most, but that’s not the case.” he said, “ Someone I care about very much needs me to be strong for them, so I keep how I feel to myself, in order to do that.” he said as he swirled the liquid around in his glass, it was just that simple. He looked over at the beta wolf once more, his eyes narrowed to reflect his, “ And what secret are you referring to Clayborn, because I have many.” 

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Freyja’s emotions were all over the place lately. One moment she’d be upset and cry for hours and the next she’d be angry. She was using her journals to write out how she was feeling but lately it wasn’t working. Nothing she wrote down was giving her any relief. All she wanted was her parents back and she begged the empty air around her every single day to bring them back. But so far, her wishes and pleads did nothing.

In the past few days she had been having nightmares of that day. While she hadn’t been there to see the final moments of her mother being alive, her imagination was good at making up scenarios when she slept. This caused her to wake up in the middle of the night and not want to go back to sleep. Or she just didn’t even want to try to go to sleep.

She hadn’t been eating much lately. The numbness of the recent events had caused her to not feel hungry. But there she was, in the Estate kitchen, trying to find something to eat. Her mother used to make her sandwiches, or soup when she wasn’t feeling well. Freyja knew that would never happen again. Her heart broke as she stared into the pantry, not even comprehending what food was around her.

She jumped when she heard footsteps in the kitchen and she looked around the pantry door to find Talisan. She couldn’t even bring herself to smile at him. “Hey.” She said quietly as she turned her attention back to the pantry. “I’m just trying to find something to eat. I’m sorry if I’m in your way…”

Talisan had been looking for Freyja all over, he wanted to check in with her, see what she was up too, she how she was doing. He knew that she hadn’t been doing well, how could she be, her mother had died and her father and disappeared, it was a lot to deal with in less than a week. Talisan had checked her room first, when he had knocked and gotten no answer after so many tries, he figured she wasn’t in there, not to mention he had heard no movement from the other side of the door.

In his search for her, he had finally picked up her scent and he followed it down to the kitchen, where he had found her staring into the pantry. He must have scared her because he noticed her jump when she heard his steps. “ I didn’t mean to scare you, and you’re not in my way at all.” he said to her. He made his way over to her as she stared into the pantry once more, “ I was looking all over for you, Cuore Mio.” he said gently, “ How about you sit down and I’ll make you something to eat?” he offered.

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Talisan found lately that his mind was weighed down by his thoughts. The murders happening around town had him on edge, everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells around each other, even more so than usual these days. Another thought that plagued his mind was the fact that his best friend was currently missing and in all honesty, Talisan couldn’t help but wonder whether his friend was dead, though he hoped he wasn’t. He knew Brandyn was strong and smart, he could handle himself on his own, but the death of his wife hit him hard and he just left. He’d been gone for nearly a week and still Talisan hadn’t heard from him, not one word.

Talisan had been keeping himself busy, he needed to or else his thoughts would run away on his and he’d start things about the worst. So he kept himself busy by trying to focus on other things, doing longer work outs and what not, but his main thought was about Freyja and how he needed to protect her, now more than ever. With her mom dead and her father gone, he needed to step up even more so now.He considered her as a daughter, hell she was probably the closest thing he’d get to having a child. He made an oath to her and her father that he would protect her, even if it killed him doing so.

Talisan found himself out in the neutral part of Roseville. He just wanted to get away from things for a bit, have a drink at the brewhouse. He needed the distraction. He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a whisky from the bartender. As he was waiting for his drink to arrive he noticed someone come up next to him and he glanced over at them. "Looks like we had the same thought." He smirked as he ran his fingers over the top of his glass. "I'm honestly surprised that not more people are here after what's been happening." He lifted the glass to his lips and took a long gulp of the whiskey. "I suppose everyone has their own coping mechanisms during things like this."

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Talisan Nash ✦ 37/205 ✦ The Corrupted ✦ Werewolf ✦ Omega

“ I said I’d never let you go, and I never did. I said I’d never let you fall and I always meant it ”

Behind The Archetype

A person made inferior by errors or alterations

Traits

+ Resolute   /   +  Dutiful   /   + Fervent - Severe   /   -  Guarded   /   -  Intense

Description

York was in ruins. Americans had taken the fort, and decimated his squadron in the assault. The last thing that Talisan remembered of the battle was British forces blowing up the magazine, taking out as many enemy troops as possible in their retreat. Mistaken for dead, he’d been left in the rubble. With one foot in the grave, he navigated the night in search of safety. The Natives that found him in his delirium were not his salvation. The tribal warriors were Werewolves, and Talisan Nash was easy prey. Or he was meant to be. When a creature saved him from yet another violent end, he thought it a fever dream. Seeing that Talisan had been bitten in the chaos, Brandyn Beaumont assured him that the nightmare had only just begun.

In the two centuries since the Battle of York, Talisan still has no idea how to repay Brandyn for saving his life not once, but twice. If it weren’t for the Vampire, he wouldn’t have survived that first shift into Werewolf. He followed Brandyn back to Roseville, sworn to repay the life-debt owed to him, and found not only a friend in the Vampire, but a home in the small town. His place and his allegiance lie singularly with GreyShadow Coven. As far as Talisan is concerned, the Coven is his pack and there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for them.

Connections

Freyja Beaumont: On the day she was born, Talisan swore to Bran and God Himself that he would do anything and everything to keep her safe. The Coven can’t watch over her during all hours of the day and, in the daylight he’s all too happy to take over. She’s the daughter he never had, the family he might never have, and he’ll protect her until his dying breath.

Silas Marshall: He knows how the beta sees him, how the whole pack sees him. Betrayer, mongrel, outcast. Talisan will never be welcome among the Wolfsbourne Cresents and, if it were up to Silas, he’d be dead before even stepping foot onto their territory. It’s only a matter of time before the tension between them comes to a head. Until then, it’s best for everyone if they give each other a wide berth.

Raven Reisman: There’s something about her wild, self assured nature that calls to Talisan. She’s freedom and temptation, a primal beckoning to lose himself in a way he hasn’t in years. How they occasionally end up in each other’s beds isn’t a mystery, but Talisan can’t help but wonder whether anything will ever come of their… whatever they are.

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Occupation: GreyShadow Private Security Faceclaim: Sam Heughan Status: Unfortunately for you Talisan is Taken!