A Familiar Face
- Tristan / Aerienne, Darren, Odyssa, Rodan ; Maryanne's Treasure
-- Afternoon of Day 2
by Kat


Once Rodan had left to get something to eat, Tristan sighed and turned to lay on his back. He stared at the ceiling for several moments, before letting his eyes close halfway. //Gods.// A sniffle escaped him. Sitting up and holding his head in his hands, he swallowed back the lump in his throat that had been forming ever since Rodan told him he wanted to get Darren into bed as well. //Why do I even care?//

It had hurt; it had a lot. Rodan had tried to be gentle, but halfway through he lost all control and drove into Tristan mercilessly. But it was such sweet pain that the blond didn't beg the man to stop; he was too caught up in the haze of desire to protest, anyway. Tristan ran a hand through his hair and looked at the sheets, searching for blood. Right.. there. Even now, there was a dull throbbing coursing through him that originated from his posterior. //My eyes ache.//

//Why did I lose my virginity to someone like him? I'm just another toy to play with, to him. He doesn't even know me. I don't even know him. Oh, gods.// Tristan bit his lip, trying unsuccessfully to quell the sobs rising in his throat. A few tears trailed down his cheeks, dampening the sheets of the bed. He sniffled and hugged himself, miserable. //Sam, I wish you were still here.//

He decided he had better get up and make sure the crew was all right. The storm was almost over; he could hear it dying down. Odyssa would be searching for him to begin that meeting; he had promised her they would sort things out. And it would be very bad if she found him naked in Rodan's room.

He gave a weak little smile and hurried to dress himself, tying his hair back once again and looking himself in the mirror. One hand went to the surface, right beside his reflection. He was searching.. searching for something different. //It feels as though I should look a little different than before. After...//

His boyish visage stared back at him. Two sky-blue almond-shaped eyes, shadowed with sorrow; a pert nose, and lips formed much like a cupid's bow all contained by a heart-shaped face. His blond hair was still a tad mussed; he reached to smooth out the wayward locks a bit. He did look a little red, due to his crying. Otherwise, no outward changes at all.

He sighed and stepped from the room. //That's not right..//

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Tristan met up with Telly first; the blond didn't feel like seeing the others so soon after his and Rodan's encounter, so he asked the crewmen to collect the guests and lead them into the impromptu war room.

//I feel.. cheap. I don't want the others to see me like this.// The blond closed his eyes and leaned against a wall, tears threatening to fall yet again. //Just a little longer and I'll be okay. I just need to gather myself.//

He started as arms wrapped around his chest and he was pulled against warm skin. A mouth descended on his ear and licked, slowly. Tristan shivered. "Rodan," he sighed.

"Hello, Captain Marcus," the man replied genially, enjoying the blond's sensitive responses to his advances. Good; this meant their encounter only a little while ago wasn't going to be the last. "I hear there's a meeting to attend?"

"Y-yes," Tristan had a hard time concentrating. Rodan was pushing him against the wall rather tightly, and that tongue on his ear was making slow circles. He cleared his throat and swallowed. "Telly's getting the rest now. W-we should go."

With a laugh, Rodan released him and settled on a friendly arm around the captain's shoulders.

Tristan smiled a little in return, his heart lightening. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad at all....

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Telly went about to gather the guests as he was asked by his captain with a sigh. He dreaded confonting Darren and Odyssa, now that they had practically declared war upon each other. Somehow they rubbed each other the wrong way.

Tristan's request had bothered him a little. Usually, the man did whatever he could himself, only bothering others when he couldn't handle all his responsibilities at once. Something was very wrong with the captain; ever since they left Kale he had become more withdrawn. Not that Telly blamed the pirate. Sam was a great guy, his death had left an impact on all the crew.

Something told Telly it wasn't just the death of his best friend that was bothing the captain, however.

He called a few guards to flank him as they made their way to the brig; this female that managed to gut Hudson was quite dangerous, and he didn't want to take any chances. Telly also wanted to dely the inevitable -- picking up Darren and Odyssa was going to be a disaster.

Once they had entered the brig, Telly blinked. The woman was nowhere to be seen; she wasn't in the bed and the small room was seemingly unoccupied. He uttered a curse and opened the door, stepping inside.

He was knocked to the side by a powerful kick to the back of his head, and was rendered unconscious before his face hit the floor. Aerianne landed nimbly behind the two surprised crewmates and quickly blacked them out, before straightening with a slight smile.

"That's better." Now all she had to do was find Odyssa...and kill that man that defeated her.