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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[forsake]

Loneliness is a terrible demon. Matt comes home to an empty house every night, and he hates it. Or well, he used to. He's been staying over at the Gilberts, for now, to hopefully get the Jeremy situation under control. This he knows how to do. Help, be someone to lean on if need be.

Moreover, he gets where Tyler is. The condolences, the funeral preparations, that feeling you're left all alone in the world, like you don't have proper footing.

"Don't think any of us did," he says quietly. How many of them are orphans now? Sure, maybe he technically doesn't count, but he sure feels like one. Elena, Jeremy, April, so many of them. Now Tyler, too.

God, he hates Klaus.

[lockwood]

"No. I guess we didn't."

It's fucked up, how many of them there was. Elena, Jeremy, April, himself, Matt might as well be one. Both Caroline and Bonnie are just one parent away from joining them.

What the hell happened to all of them?

This isn't how their lives were supposed to be. Too many funerals. Too much loss. It feels claustrophobic. It claws at Tyler's throat and he can barely breathe these days.

[forsake]

"I can take care of it," Matt says after a moment.

The funeral arrangements. The stuff Tyler really shouldn't need to be worrying about, though he'd understand if he wanted to in hopes it would keep him busy. Matt would want to help him with them all the same, and he went through it after Vick.

He doesn't know how it all happened. He doesn't know when they all lost their way.

When life became a series of funerals and the lack of choices.

Good ones, anyhow. Whatever course you ended up choosing, it seemed like you were fucked anyway. He hates it. How all his friends had been stuck. How he feels stuck now, too.

[lockwood]

"I should be the one to do it. You know my mom, she'd be pissed if it wasn't the funeral of the season."

It's a joke, albiet a really weak one, but a joke none the less. His mom was always so particular about parties and gatherings, no doubt she would have wanted the best for her funeral.

Her funeral.

It feels like just yesterday it was his dad's, sometimes, and then other times it feels like a lifetime ago. Back before he was a hybrid, before he even triggered the curse. Before he realized just how little control he has in life.

Before he realized no matter how hard he tries to fight back, he always seems to lose.

[forsake]

Matt lets out a soft sound. It could be construed as something of a laugh, but it's not, really. Carol Lockwood wasn't a perfect mother or a perfect mayor, by any means, but she was Tyler's mom. More importantly, she's been around, which was a lot more than what could be said about Matt's own mom.

And she did like having her hand in throwing those parties.

Always right down to the very last details.

There's a small pause before he leans back. "Remember when we broke that really fancy vase she loved? I thought she'd never get over that one."

[lockwood]

"I'm pretty sure she was keeping a list of everything I broke over the years." Which was more than he liked to admit. Tyler's always been a little reckless. He jumps in, fists flying, acts first, thinks later.

Go figure that the one time he methodically planned things out, it all blew up in his face anymore.

Tyler grimaces at the thought, shooting back the rest of his glass.