xxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
xxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b
There it was, a lesson without trying. Just his logic, his whole perceptiveness and mind was ten times better than the short-sighted Ares fools Liam and Trinity were. Although she might argue a bit about controlling emotions because there had to be some trick not to lash out at people because they irked you. Like Liv....she probably should have processed the words before seeing them as a threat. And like Alex and Ajax, actually, fuck them they deserved it. Alex for hurting her friend. Ajax for letting her walk on water.
But Wes had a different effect on her entirely. “You drive me crazy,” Trinity said. He was so stubborn and Mr. Right. Their peers and her didn't deserve his code of conduct.
"I think your brother doesn't have a clue how to talk to women." Wes laughed slightly and Trinity grunted in agreement. They were not a breed gifted with charm and thoughtfulness. "Liam, probably. He's stronger than me, but if I could get a hand on him I could calm him down."
Almost countering his point, Sloane hammered into Liam, but it wasn't the victim anger coming out it was another. One more directed right at Liam. Scratch the comical thought, there was nothing good about watching Liam get pushed repetitively. Trinity may have been concerned and got involved if he hadn't called it upon himself. When the tower was knocked over, she averted her eyes in a way to avoid bearing witness to it. More like playing ignorant and for her own sake and maybe Liam's.
Trinity busied herself fiddling with Wes's fingers until Sloane headed one way, and Liam another. Trinity rubbed her forehead.
On top of that, the wind started to pick up and a crackle and light shot down from the sky, pulling her out of her spell awfully quick. Her eyes fell on Wes questioningly as if he’d know what it was all about, but if it concerned her or was a message for everyone, she’d know. Some announcement would probably come their way.
“So do we….?” Trinity pointed in both directions where Sloane and Liam trailed off to. Whatever tension was there didn’t seem to end on a good note and she thought maybe one or both of them could use company even if they didn’t particularly want it. Honestly she wouldn’t know how to talk to either of them though. “Or do we - ”
Then she stopped thinking about them. Bugger them, and pestering Wes with insisting to train could wait, what about Andy! She leapt up from the log only to be stopped in her tracks by Iliana. Trinity pulled herself short of colliding with the girl as she scribbled something on her notebook. Trinity shifted foot to foot. Gods, she was a shit friend.
Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?~
Trinity's gaze shifted up to Iliana's face. It wasn't her information to reveal unfortunately, especially after Sloane's outburst. “His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse.” Unlike fellow demigods Trinity wasn't gifted in speech and diversion, making her words come out with evident thought. But that didn't matter because Trinity wouldn't squeal, even on a ratbag like Sylas who deserved half the camp at his throat.
She sighed out placing her hands on Iliana's upper arms. “Look, the overall summary is Sylas is somebody you shouldn't be near if you can help it.” That’s the wisdom Liam departed on her anyway, not to let him get close and touch you.
“You told me at the fire, he scares you. So follow your instincts on that. Try tune into what people feel and pick friend or foe for yourself.” If Iliana truly wanted to know their deal, why not embrace her abilities, for better and worse. She would suggest asking Sloane herself but even Trinity bypassed that and she thought Sloane could use a breather.
“Don't do anything rash okay?” If Trinity got a majorly unhelpful answer like she just gave Iliana, she knew she'd confront a source. Well at least she hoped Iliana didn't do it alone if she was compelled to.
She spun on her heel and popped a quick and firm peck on Wes's lips. “I'm gonna hunt down Andy. I'll give you your clothes back later.” She put a hand on his arm. “And one day, I'll learn to be gentle.” She laughed to herself. Always, always rushing her kisses. And he was the damn son of Aphrodite so she really should work on it, less she suffer more comparison.