silas liked to think he was intuitive, that he was able to just sense when things were really bothering people. and he cared, he didn’t like seeing people sad. which is why he had approached the girl. he learned the hard way that most of the slaves here really just cared about there own issues and he completely understood that. but sometimes it did really help to have someone outside of the situation to rant to. he smiled, “hi,” it was a simple reply, and he leaned up against the fence along with her. “well i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t want to know. trust me,” he let out a soft laugh, at least he was being honest. “go ahead, lay it on me, i can be a good listener.”
A few weeks ago, Mary wouldn’t feel as skeptical when being asked such a genuine question. But the more time she spent here, and the more people either lied to her or let her down for various reasons, the less trusting she felt herself become. An truth be told a part of her hated it, because she had grown up believing that everyone could be trusted and that you should give everyone a fair chance. Thinking that had never made her feel foolish or naive until now. The boy next to her seemed sweet though. It really wasn’t his fault that she no longer knew if she could be as trusting. “To be honest trusting anyone is part of the problem. When you get tricked too many times you start doubting that you should trust anyone around here.” she grimaced a little, though she gave him another weak smile, finding his spirits to be sweet and if not entirely uplifting at the moment, at least it was comforting that he tried. Nodding a bit, she drew a breath, deciding where to start. “So I’m a human, but unknown to me my parents and siblings were hunters, leaders of a rather large hunter community. Which is why I was brought here. They were all killed, refusing to cooperate and come willingly. But I thought I was being brought in because I had a vampire fiancee.. who also died, trying to prevent the retrieval team from taking me. I’d given up a lot to be with him. Turned my back on my family cause they didn’t approve, minimized contact with my best friend, moved out of state to avoid being detected by supernaturals. Still we were happy. He was everything I needed. And then just like that he was gone, and I was alone. But then this Viking vampire came along. Rescuing me from abuse, caring for me, making me feel like I wasn’t alone. Like there was hope for a future. But then he left without telling me and was kidnapped, making me believe he’d chosen to abandon me. Now he’s back, and I’ve forgiven him, I have, but he’s telling me he loves me.. and I have no idea what to do with that.. I like him, and I might love him, but is it even okay for me to do so? My fiancee has been dead all of three months. And I know he’d want me to be happy and find love again, I do, but its just all.. to much..” she shook her head, swallowing hard and feeling the tears that had been burning in her eyes while she spoke trickle down her cheeks.