♉ 008 [ >Tavros: Forever abscond. | video ]

[clapifyoubullieve]

[The video opens up on what some might recognize as Tavros' respiteblock, otherwise known as a troll's bedroom. Everything within it--including the cards, stuffed animals, and odd-looking balls strewn about--is tinted in orange-brown, similar to the color of Tavros' font.

The camera angle affords a view of the floor. There doesn't appear to be any sign of the troll, and it stays that way for some time. Anyone who cares to watch long enough, though, will eventually be treated to the vision of Tavros gliding into frame from behind wherever the camera is located.

That's right. Gliding. Or flying, if you prefer!

He lands in the middle of the floor, back to the camera, wearing a gold, pyjama-like outfit that should be recognizable to most trolls. After a moment, he sits on the floor and drags his apparently fully-functional legs to his chest, rests his head on his knees, and sighs.]

Comments

[xxxing.livejournal.com]

If I let it drop right now, are you going to talk about it later? And I'm saying a couple of days later, not months.

[clapifyoubullieve]

Uhhh...

[xxxing.livejournal.com]

[okay, she doesn't really care about making him upset now. she'll push if she has to, but she knows it doesn't do any good to keep everything to yourself.]

Talk, Tavros. Now.

[clapifyoubullieve]

[jumps at her tone and immediately begins fidgeting]

It's not like that! I mean, not really. The people who are getting, as you said, blasted are in different timelines than I am, so I can't, you know, really do anything about it. And even if it could be changed so that those things don't happen in my timeline, I wouldn't know what to do! [he's getting worked up now, tears welling up and everything] You saw what happened with Vriska. Everybody saw. I'm not brave or helpful or, uh, good at anything, and my confidence is nothing but a big, phony, fake thing that doesn't really exist, at all, so why shouldn't I sleep? At least I can pretend to be something I'm not here without messing anything up.

[xxxing.livejournal.com]

You're running away. So fucking what if you're a coward? You know what fixes cowardice real good? Not running away from shit. Besides, last I checked, brave, helpful and confident ain't in the checklist of requirements for killing your friends. You didn't mess up, but what you did wrong was running.