Let Them Bleed, Let Them Wash Away; A Tyler Open Post

[lockwood]

[ooc: Basically, this is free range for people to set up scenes with Tyler. Can be canon, crossover, whatever. There will probably be spoilery things bc I am not dealing well with the events of the last episode, this is the warning for that. Also feel free to comment oocly with an idea, and I can set something up too.]

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[coy]

[ She gets the glass cleaned up as best she can, tossing it into the trashcan, knowing that Carol wouldn't want it just there. Maybe it's some sad tribute to her. Once she's done, she offers to take his glass.] Want some more? [ Because it's barely been a year since his dad died and she knows that if there was ever a night to drink it would be tonight.]

[lockwood]

[He nods numbly.] Yeah. [Not that alcohol would make much difference. It didn't when Chris died. But he doesn't know how to deal with this, how he's supposed to handle it. Yeah he's a hybrid and he was his pack's Alpha but he's also just a kid.

This isn't how their lives were supposed to be.]

[coy]

[ She moves to pour more into his glass before she comes back to him, her hand moving to rest on his chest, over his heart. She offers the glass with her gaze on his face because she has no idea what to say, desperate to just make it better but she knows there's nothing she can do.

They're just kids, kids forced to grow up faster than they should. She takes his free hand to bring up to her lips, kissing his palm.] I know I... I know nothing I can do or say can make it better but I wish I could.

[lockwood]

I just wish there was some way we could fix this.

[He takes the glass. He wants to reassure her that he'll be okay, or something, but he's pretty sure he won't be. So he just drinks for a moment.]

I didn't think I'd have to bury someone else again so soon.

[Maybe it's stupid because everyone dies in this town, but he didn't. Chris had been hard enough, and he hadn't known him that well. But his mom?]

[coy]

[ She'd only want to hear that if it were true and she knows that, for now, it's not. She threads their fingers together and she just stands in front of him, listening and watching.] I know. It's just... sometimes it's too much. [ And she wonders why Klaus thinks they'll let this go, or if he even thinks that at all. Did he think she'd be impressed by this ever? Or even forgiving?]

[lockwood]

I might need help, when my dad died, mom set everything up.

[But she's the mayor, she'll need a big funeral and the house will be filled with all those people again and it's just ---

it's too much.]

[coy]

I can do it, Tyler. [ Caroline's good at this stuff, organizing the town, putting together events... it makes her sick to think of it that way but, she'll be able to manage it.] I can do as much as you want me to. And my mom can help too.

[lockwood]

I don't need you to do all of it I just -- I don't think I can do this on my own [Even just the idea of staying here in this giant home of his, alone, it's daunting.]

[coy]

We can do it together. [ And she'll get Matt to help. As for everyone else... she doesn't want to think about them. Especially Elena, not after what she told Stefan tonight.]

[lockwood]

I don't know what I would do without you, Caroline. [He kind of means it in general, but especially right now.

He leans in to press a small kiss against her lips]

I love you. No matter what else happens, he can't take that away.

[coy]

You're stronger than you ever give yourself credit for, Tyler. [ She kisses him back, trying to let it linger for a moment.]

I love you too. He can't take it way, he won't be able to. And if he thinks this will score him brownie points with me then he's wrong. I'm done, I'm done even playing Klaus bait.

[lockwood]

Good. I don't want you anywhere near him. [Tyler's not dumb, if Klaus went after his mom, why wouldn't he target Caroline for her role in all this? The guy betrays his family all the time, a little infatuation isn't going to stop him, and he can't lose Caroline too.

He can't.]

[coy]

Don't worry. I'm done. [ She presses her forehead to his, closing her eyes.] I'm not gonna lose you again. And you're not losing me.

[lockwood]

Good. [There's a pause, and then:] Do you think we can just go to bed? [Not that he can sleep, ever, but he's tired to the bone and maybe if he can lie in bed with her for a while he can convince himself this isn't one of the worst days of his life.]

[coy]

Yeah, let's go. [ She moves to pull out her phone, texting her mom, holding the phone in a way so he can if he wants before she tucks the phone into her purse again. She pulls back to start them out of the study, towards the staircase, her fingers staying threaded in his.]

[lockwood]

[He drains the last of the glass before setting it on the desk (on a coaster, like his mother would have wanted) before letting her lead him up the stairs towards his room.

He's not sure he's ever noticed how big this house seems now. But he'll he be the only one living in it.]

[coy]

[ Caroline casts a glance towards Mrs. Lockwood's room before she pulls Tyler into his, closing the door behind them so the house doesn't seem so empty, so... big. She steps out of her heels, losing a few inches before she moves towards him to push his jacket from his shoulders, pressing a few kisses along his jaw. She's not trying for sex, she figures that's the last thing he might want, she's just trying to give him comfort however she can.]

[lockwood]

[It's funny, it wasn't that long ago that he was trying to convince her to have grief sex, but now it's the farthest thing from his mind.

Still, her touch is comforting. The reminder that he isn't completely alone. He helps remove her sweater before tugging her towards the bed.]

[coy]

[ She tosses her sweater to the chair along with his jacket before he tugs her towards the bed and she moves to pull back the covers. She presses another soft kiss to his lips before she moves so he can climb in and pick how he wants to lay down, how he wants them.]

[lockwood]

[He strips his slacks and dress shirt off, leaving him in his boxers before he climbs into bed. All he can hear in his head is how upset his mom would be if he ruined his good suit by sleeping in it, and the thought makes him want to cry.

He lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling]

[coy]

[ She takes the clothes he sheds and sets them on the chair with the rest of their clothes before she unzips her dress and pulls it over her head, leaving her in a slip and some underwear.

Climbing in next to him, she pulls the covers over them, moving to lay on her side, pressing up next to him. Her hand moves to slide over his chest, to rest on his heart, she presses a kiss to his chest, not saying a word but willing to listen.

[lockwood]

[He wraps his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him now.

He's silent for a long time before finally speaking:]

I didn't expect to lose her so soon.

[coy]

Of course you didn't. [ She murmurs the words, moving to press closer to him, draping herself over him more-like. She rested her chin on his chest, glancing up at him.] You shouldn't have. We're supposed to outlive our parents, I know, but not yet. [ She wants to say that their parents should be old and grandparents before she realizes that... well, they'd never be grandparents, her expression falls.]

[lockwood]

I thought at least one of them would get to see me graduate.

[To settle down and get married and have kids -- except he'll probably never do any of those things now. Even if he was only a werewolf, he never would have risked passing down the curse to someone else.]

[coy]

[ She bites her lip for a moment before she looks up at him, her hand moving to his face to try to draw his gaze to hers.] They were proud of you, you know that? Like, really proud.