#zaytu

ooc: So after some RP today with Martyr I thought about writing up this little list of random headcanons I have about Zay. This probably isn't a complete list, but just some of things that I think about Zay. 

Zay sat nestled in front of Cassidy’s TV, wearing a Jabbit onesie, a notepad sat on his lap. Around the corners he’d carefully drawn little love hearts with the letters A + Z + M intricately in there centres. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in Allens arms locked up in Kharris’ bunker, but when he awoke he’d discovered that a full day had passed and he was now at Cassy’s place.

Briyana had explained he wasn’t allowed to leave, but hadn’t said why. Cassidy it seemed was intent to enforce the towns peacekeepers orders, she also wouldn’t tell him why.

Zay sighed as he sat there bored, as nice as Cassidy’s place was, it wasn’t his library and none of his books were here. He was also uneasy about leaving Martyr alone thanks to the ‘Jack’ incidence. The memory off Martyr standing there with the gun pressed to his head sent a cold shiver down his spine.

Zaytu closed his eye's as Martyr wrapped his arms around Zay. He couldn't remember anything about what had happened today, one moment he was talking to Kharris, the next drinking hot chocolate with Lauxus, then he was waking up with Martyr and Syd looking at him concerned while he was tucked into Martyr's bed. A faint mechanical voice buzzed inside his ear, "Sleep tight my little toy... Your friends may have won this round, but death comes to all swiftly." the voice laughs, "what I did to our parents was merciful compared to what I will do to your so-called friends my little toy." 

Zay’s face appears on screen, his skin is pale and he appears to not have slept properly for several days. He moves his hand rubbing his eye sleepily, his clawed fingers running down his face. “H-he found me…. H-how d-did he find me?!” Zay looks around nervously. “Marty left to go check in with the NovaStar’s…” His hands were visibly shaking now, ” I-i went to get more sleep, b-but he was in my room… A-asked me a-about my friends.” He runs a shaking hand through his hair as his ears twitch erratically. “I thought he d-died on Arboria… P-preyed even.” He bites his lip, “w-wanted to know a-about my f-friends, Marty, Allen, e-even Cassy. S-said I s-shouldn’t trust them…” His eyes seemed to focus for a moment, “I don’t care what he say’s, I do trust them…”