Preping for Bye Byes

It was the morning after Ava's nightmare. Trin had dressed himself and pulled his pack from underneath his bed. What Ava had said stung him. She'd used it so many times before and each time it had always hurt the same, but this time it was guilt. Guilt that he hadn't told Alice how long it had taken to get over Ali. He checked the cartridge for his pistol, snapping it back into place and pulling out the switch blade, opening it, examining the edge before clicking it shut, slowly. If she didn't like being adopted then Ava could go on without ANY parents, adoptive or biological. He slumped back down on his bed, pulling and old photo from his draw. It was a picture of his two biological kids, Sebastian and Jezabel. He sighed. Nothing more than a memory, a whisper lost in an echo. The pack was full with food supplies, armour, clothes. He was going out to do something so predictable which everyone would sigh and roll their eyes at. He, quite frankly didn't give a damn.
He pulled on his trench coat. He looked around at his room and sighed once more.

a shadowy wisp of his ownform appeared between Trin's doorway and Trin and Baen's voice sounds though the mouth doesn't move, it becomes obvious he is speaking with his mind

"where are you going"
he makes this a demand to know, not a request

"You do not need to know Baen. All you need to know is that while I am gone you will take orders from Mike Linnestien. No arguments." He put in a map. He examined his chain mail as he packed it, a shoulder guard, his sword. "I don't care whether you like this or not, you're being kept out of the loop and this is a mission for myself. So Baen." He turned, snapping to attention, saluting. "If I don't come back, give everyone my love."

he saluted back the wispy formstarts to glow its palm extends and bathes Trin in light
"you now have more protection, it will not last long though, my apologies"
he lowers his head in aknowledge ment of his orders.
"what i do to protect Ava however takes priority over any orders he gives though"

Trin smiled, inclining his head.
"I'll be sure to tell him that but the bastard's about as stubborn as you mate." He said, clapping Baen on the shoulder. He shifted the pack onto his back and straightened out the coat.

He sighed, reading her thoughts.
"Everyone says this, but I was gonna tell you. Baen just came in here so..." He ran a hand through his hair. He looked strangely older today. No longer like a teenager. Now more like in his thirties. He still had the photo of his kids in his hand, half crumpled and he didn't realize.

"hard to belive mate"
he look sat the hand as it disturbs his form
"im nto really here im still with Ava until she wakes Alice he'll be back, i placed wards around him to make sure of that, relax"

"aice, it doesn't have to be, i have put in the energy of my heart into maintaing his wards, he dies, i die aswell, and due to the curse" he seems to stutter on this word his eyes not meeting anyones as he says it
"short of magic killing him only if he single handedly takes on an Obidron Elf will he die"

he glanced at her tempted to further this but wouldn't make it harder than it already is for her
"one you don't want to know just know that he is protected, and two i will not as i only take orders form the royal family itself, you are not royal family"
he said this in neither a disrespectful way nor a porocatve manner to let her know he is nor hostile nor friendly to her

dragons...always the same...i better get back to Ava...she'll be awake soon
"Trin...may your sword stay sharp and good fortune rule your mission"
he bows and the wsipy form disappears leaving no trace he was there

Trin saluted to him for one last time and then relaxed, looking back at Alice. He dumped the pack, slumping onto his desk chair and throwing down the photo like a folded hand in poker. It was clearly in view of Alice. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. It was a bitter winter morning outside and he was dreading leaving but his own military discipline meant that he gave himself no respite.
"Look, Alice. I don't want to seem insensitive, and right now I'm really good at that, but I'm going and you can't stop me."

"Oh for the love of..." He breathed. He pointed at Lianna as he sprung from the chair, walking out of the room. "Stay here." Before adding as he turned, pointing into the doorway. "And I'm not melodramatic." He turned back, looking at Alice's back. His trench coat billowed as he jogged down the corridor. "Alice!" He caught up with her, holding her face in both hands. "You mean everything to me. Why would I use you like that?" He asked. "I just need some time to cool off. Not to mention what I'm doing is important. I'm killing two birds with one stone here. I just..." He trailed off. "I just need to think things out for myself. I'm a violent killer. I'm in my straightest thought pattens when on missions. I'll be back before you know it."

Trin kissed her back, lifting her off her feet and setting her back down.
"I love you." He told her. As if it needed saying. He put his head over her shoulder, hugging her tightly. "Let me go sort things out with my sister." He said, letting go of her and heading back to his bedroom. He faced Lia, the most intimidating face he had ever come up with, at full height, deep red eyes.
"I am leaving. What are you going to do to stop me?" He asked, his deep taunting voice, daring her to challenge him.

Jakob approached Alica and Baen, he didn't know them well, but Jakob was watching and he was confused. "What is going on here?" he asked the two, he was wearing gray cargo shorts and a tank top with the sides cut out of it.

Trin's cheek erupted into flame. He clicked his jaw.
"I forgot you had a beastly right hook..." He said under his breath. "I never comfort you because you never ask. I've gone away once and that was half way through a battle. How could I comfort you?" He asked, the rhetoric in the question showing through. "I would comfort you if you showed emotion. I can't magically teleport to places so..." He stood straight, looking directly at her. "Nows your chance."

"I know. I know." He said quietly, gently taking hold of her bunched fists. He pulled he into a hug, his head on top of hers. He mouth was open and he was looking upwards, as if the ceiling could provide comfort and answers. A solitary tear ran down his cheek. He kissed her scalp, stroking her hair.