#tristanreply

{☯} — My dearest Ashley,

                                It's getting colder here. My home-mates Lance and Ellie won't stop fighting. They give me a headache. It's like a war with no end in sight between the two. Somedays I consider letting them finally just kill one another so that it's finally over. But then I'd be stuck in this big'ol mansion all on my own. Unless I moved you in with me. I guess your friend could come too. That one girl that is always glaring no matter what? Yeah, you know who I'm talking about. Oh, and I want a dog. So if all this were to magically happen, i'm getting a dog. A big, white, fluffy one!

                                I want to apologize that the letter is late. The weather has stopped post from going out. I'm not entirely sure when this will actually get to you. I called a flower shop near the apartments and ordered you some daisies. I wasn't sure what you liked. I hope those are ok. Did they ever make it to you? You would expect some sort of confirmation from the place that they got there. Or perhaps that's just me being old fashioned.

                                I miss you with all my heart. I'll be home again this summer. Not here, home. There, home. Home with you. Don't forget about me, ya' hear? I don't feel like going through another wedding scare. < - - - - That was a joke. Don't take me seriously.. but really. Don't try to marry some other asshole. I'm the only asshole for you. I'll visit soon.

                                               I'll send all my loving to you,

{☯} — "I guess it doesn't get any better than this," the cotton-topped male sighed as he straightened his already straight tie for the sixth time in the span of a few minutes. Stepping away from the full-body mirror, Tristan took a look at his form. His white hair was styled carefully to the side and all but glued into place. Skin that looked as pale and pasty as ever. And a suit. A black suit complimented with a royal blue tie to compliment the hues of his optics. Only, nothing could really mirror them on this day. No words could describe the emotionless pit that lingered deep in those blue-green tinted orbs. But he could feel it regardless.

Turning from his own reflection, the boy started his way out of the room and down the hall where he could hear distant giggling of multiple ladies which only proceeded to notify him that he was in the correct place. Tap. Tap. Tap. The room full of laughter was silenced as he rapped lightly on the door, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face opening the door only enough to stick her face out. In all honesty, she reminded him of a troll guarding the bridge or something like that. "Tell Blondie that Tristan is here and wants to see her." He stated plainly. "No one is suppose to see the br — "

Before the troll-girl could finish her sentence, Tristan had already pressed his palm to the door and shoved it forward to open it. "Alright everyone out. NOW. Best man coming through." He could see the looks of irritation and distaste very plainly on all the girl's faces but he couldn't care less. "Uh huh, yeah. See ya." His eyes averted from the blonde girl staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He didn't want to look. Not yet. Because perhaps.. if he saw her in that gown.. this would all be real. He wouldn't actually wake up to find it had been a dream. And then finally the room had emptied of everyone except the two. "So I guess this is the big day, huh blondie?" He stated simply before finally turning his attention to her form.

His breath caught in his throat almost instantly. She had always been beautiful, but today she was simply radiant. With blonde curls that cascaded down along the edge of her facial structure and her dress that crafted so carefully every dip and curve of her body to a point that could only be sinful. Tristan's throat constricted in the moment from the many thoughts and emotions that flashed through his mind and waged war on his heart. Offering a shaking smile he spoke smoothly, "Are you ready to be walked down the isle, Ashley?"

"Don’t."

Even to her, his intention was clear. And although she knew she could not get the gun away from him, she felt as if she had to try. She had to stop him. Even if it was just in passing, she now knew his face. If he pulled that trigger and ceased to exist, she would never stop having nightmares.

"Please."

{☯} — Tristan shrunk back from her outstretched hand, confusing filling his mind like a thick fog. Here he was with his gun pointed straight at a little girl whom looked to be no older than twelve or thirteen at most and yet she didn't so much as flinch but, reached for him? Angry tears danced in his eyes as he dropped his gun and waved an arm at her, as if it would distance the two in any way. "I said go away! Get out of here! Don't you understand English you little brat?!"

His fists were clinched tightly, Tristan's entire body shaking violently as he was swarmed with emotions he hadn't felt in so long. "Don't. Please." How could a girl her age understand his intent? How did she know that he had planned to end it all right there and then. And then she had the audacity to beg him not to? As if she cared? She didn't even know him! Why should a child give a damn if he lived or died? By this point tears were streaming down his cheeks both in anger and slight relief. How long had it been since someone had tried to show him a kindness or cared about his well-being..?

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

{☯} — ”Be funny. Witty. Easy to talk to.” Tristan shrugged. 

{☆} — “I prefer the gentlemanly type. Sweet and caring. I like to have a hero around.”

{☯} — Tristan paused what he was doing and turned to face the girl, unsure if he had heard her correctly. Tessa was always so — proper and reserved. Sure, he had pictured it more times than he would EVER admit, but he never figured it would happen. She was just so pure that it was hard to bring the concept to reality. “Excuse me?” But before he got the words out, the girl was already pulling at his clothing with fiery passion already beginning to burn in her eyes.

Tristan wanted to stop her, he wanted to ask if she was sure. If she was ready. But maybe it was that seductive smirk that played along the corners of her lips without mercy or the way she yanked at his tie to drag him down the hall of her home but he just couldn’t bring himself to halt the process.