Private Tales Truths In Blood

[Theron]

Theron stared at Seyah a moment, her words ringing in his ears before they began to sank within and he came to a realisation of what she had meant.

His eyes then traveled her face, taking in the features and wondered to himself if this were her true face? Did she have a true face? And yet he could not imagine her with another face than the one he was studying.

"I..." He found her eyes again. "Might need more time to convince myself to agree to your... ahem, suggestion." He had cleared his throat and washed it down with his drink, leaning down to place it on a nearby table to show that he was done with drinking. Theron needed to have his head straight, and he was not sure if Seyah's truth or the drink had made him feel slightly off.

Perhaps drinking would make him amenable to undergoing the changes she could do.

 

[Seyah]

Seyah smiled faintly, a sad almost pitiable thing. "I understand."

There were few Tyrian's who would not feel the same. The Blood was a Sacred thing for their people, held in the highest regard. Children were often told of the Witches, not to scare them to sleep, but as something to look up to.

Defying their will was a terror to even the most modern of her people.

"But I implore you to see the sense in this plan." Seyah pushed gently. "We can save Lady Altori, and do it in a way that is safe for us all."

She reminded, leaving the bottle on the table for him to take. "I know more than most the...dangers of what I am, Theron. But I am not evil."

Wasn't she?

Seyah frowned, but continued nonetheless.

"I want to save this girl." She let her fingers gently draw over the edges of the sofa's arm. "And I want to do it in a way where no one has to get hurt."

 

[Theron]

Theron stared at her.

Of course she was not evil, and his face softened when he realised how plainly it expressed his shock at her news and idea. "Fuck, Seyah, I... I know you're not evil..."

And she was willing to put herself out there to save the girl. To help a family get their closure and happiness.

To put away a criminal.

He closed his eyes, taking a moment to breathe.

"Will I feel different? Assuming you can... change me... with your..." Being nervous was new for Theron. It was rare, and his expression darkened into a frown at the thought of being so vulnerable before someone he only began to trust to work with only the night before. "What will I expect if I agree to do it?"

 

[Seyah]

There. He'd agreed, or at least, was taking steps to agree. She supposed that it was the most she could have hoped for in this. Using the Blood was natural to Tyrian's, but only when it was their own. This was something all together different, forbidden.

If the Blood Witches learned... "The change will be painful."

Seyah would not lie. There were those Tyrian's whose natural gift was the changing of shape, but she was not among them. The Blood was strong within her, and her mothers teachings were the only reasons she held the knowledge to make this possible.

While others were constrained in their talents, Seyah could step beyond. Like the Blood Witches could.

"But once it is done, it will be no different than wearing your own skin." She explained. "There is not much for you to do."

Seyah admitted. "It's all up to me, and my blood."

She added, knowing the words would bring more discomfort.

 

[Theron]

He was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh and leaned back to fill his abandoned glass.

"Well, Seyah darling. If you're going to cause me pain..." Theron raised his glass to no one in particular. "Then it may as well be to help another be brought back to safety."

He downed the drink.

He could feel his blood being pumped through veins all over his body, aware of how his heart was beating in that moment. Was he nervous? The great Bloodletter... anxious over some pain?

Trust in her. This would all fall apart if he could not accept what needed to be done. So if a little or three cups of liquid courage was the only way he could bring himself to do so, then he would do it.

"Alright... so... we doing this now?" He asked, clearing his throat and tried his best to keep his voice stable and not lilting at the end with uncertainty. Theron shook his arms, working himself up to the idea and readying himself for the pain she spoke of.

 

[Seyah]

Seyah considered him carefully, watching every line of his face, the way he shifted ever so slightly in his chair. Theron was nervous, anxious even, though he hid it better than most.

She imagined that in his line of work, through the course of his day, he was utter steel. But a situation like this was not often presented to men like him. Members of the Deathwatch were stalwart bastions of the law. The traditions of Tyr stood nearly above even that. "I need some things first."

The Taverness said slowly.

"We will need to choose the faces that we are to take." She already had hers, of course, the same which she had used to visit the Altori's. But Theron would need to pick one of Polgir's lieutenants. "Throgmir might work for you."

She suggested, though would leave the option to hers. "Then the ritual will take about an hour to prepare."

Long enough for Theron to change his mind, but this was not something she could rush. Nor something he would want her to.