#xTristan

[sunraycorey]

“Tristan.” He called.

“Are you leaving?” Corinth asked, mid step and but yards away from Tristan’s cabin. He’d hoped there was a chance to track him down near the tree line once night had fallen. The crickets and final bird chirps masking the hunters routine escape. Corey was still unprepared, and it showed in his breaths which were the slightest bit uneven. He’d rushed here and remained hopeful that, “I want to come with you this time. If only for a day...”

@nightlyarrows

[bitchyblitzen]

The date. If only he could remember the day or at least the month. He felt like he was forgetting something. Running his hand through his hair, Blitzen frowned to himself. Biting his lip he gently let it go when he realized it didn’t matter. He had other things to worry about. Checking over his shoulder cautiously, he then looked to the other. “I guess,” He replied, his tone preoccupied before he noticed the smirk. At Tristan’s comment he nodded. This behavior must’ve been brought on by one of the spells. The expression he bore was still very confused. “I’m not sure honestly.” He sighed, answering both questions at once, his expression turning confused at being called “handsome”. It was the small things that threw him. “Uh, thanks? You... have... a nice face?”

for: @witchytristan​ continued from here

[metalsludgeceo]

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[itsjustbusinessbabes]

[variantheancient-blog]

“My, my, my,” the ancient said stepping out of the shadows, after following the human for a few blocks. “Don’t you smell familiar,” Varian had been following him for a while now, having picked up not only a familiar scent but a delicious one none the less. The blood connoisseur couldn’t help himself when he first took notice of the human. Of course he wasn’t going to attack him, just...toy with him. 

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[sunraycorey]

To Tristan:

A birthday and Christmas all wrapped in one? I guess we really are twins.

One simple letter could never be enough to express the gratitude I feel to have you with us. I’ve said it all before, so... this time, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope your days leading up to the New Year are very merry and bright, wholesome and relaxing. Full of love.

Here is one of King’s stray golden feathers, and 50 drachmae... to help you buy something nice down the road.

Love ya, Corey

@nightlyarrows​

[sunraycorey]

It was easier to hide away in Tristan’s cabin. Corey could be happy anywhere, and each home made for a perfect escape for his body and mind. Their bodies hadn’t ended up wrestling in the dirt this time. Upon returning from the minor emergency that fortunately didn’t shape into a bigger one, he’d collected some blankets and hunkered down with the hunter to watch the sunset. It was still twilight, but the music of crickets and other non-threatening summer evening wildlife soon surrounded them. Encapsulating the pair in a comfortable quiet between each other. No more talk of trials, mentions of exhaustion, or grateful confessions. Cor was rather tired of it all. He just wanted to spend what time he had beside those dearest to him.

Corey adjusted his arms around Tristan and traced his nose affectionately along his neck, relishing the sweet natural scent. “You need a dog back here… or like… ten.” The redhead muttered with an absent mind. “Indoor-outdoor cats.” They couldn’t harm this environment at least. “Not to take on the road, but…”

“A couple tortoises that we can grow ancient with… Ever feed one a strawberry? Kinda terrifying…”

@nightlyarrows

[abeastcalledroot-blog]

A reminder.

Trist, I think there's something I've got to tell you.

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Supernatural

Tristan? Are you there? Listen, I'm freaking out, Luv. Let me in. I have to know if-... Your room smells like poultry. Did you buy a chicken coop?

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I promised that I will never love anyone else. It's you. It's always been you.

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Cause I don't wanna lose you now I'm looking right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you baby, it was easy

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There you go again making me love you.

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A Long Shot [Tristan & Jeremy]

Jeremy had been both dreading and anticipating this weekend. He'd set aside his road trip supplies in a corner of his room that Monday, impatient and desperate to have an escape before Sunday.

This time of year was always the most difficult for him, in every aspect, and he'd spent countless sleepless nights in the studio working on his art and distracting himself. It was near impossible to rest in the dorm after work, and he'd do anything to simply know that Eli was there, but the bed across from him had remained empty.

DBBS had been incredible this week despite Jer's circumstance. He'd talked with Renee and Theo and knew he'd have people to go to if things went bad. Then there was Tristan. Jeremy couldn't think of anyone he'd rather have along with him on Saturday. He'd been ecstatic when Trist had accepted the invitation and he hadn't forgotten his words; I'll make time for you.

Jer grabbed his bag and took a moment to check himself in the mirror, listing out his belongings in his head to be sure he wouldn't forget anything. He pulled on his jacket, noting the swim trunks he was wearing underneath his tan jeans, and reasoned with his tank top. You look fine, everything will be great, you just have to stop over thinking. He thought to himself before leaving the room and ascending to the Senior floor, finding Trist's room and knocking in a way he hoped didn't come off too eager.

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Sunsets and Frienship [Tristan & Jeremy]

Jeremy looked up towards the graphic design studios overhead windows. The sky was already turning a bit pink as the sun began to lower on the horizon, so he saved his file and decided it would be a good time to make his way to the roof. His heart was pounding as he tucked away his binder and shouldered his backpack. He licked his lips and took a moment, wondering if he should wait a little longer to not seem too eager.

He just kept repeating the advice Owen gave him the night before; "Let things play out naturally."

When he felt a boost of confidence he began to make his way out of the classroom and down the hall, heart still pounding, but his mind made up. He found the stairway and glanced around before stepping up. He'd heard that Gabriel's smoking hour made the roof off limits now, but he was sure they wouldn't get into any trouble. Tristan was right after all, the sunset looked a lot more incredible from the tip top of DBBS.

He approached the doorway and took a deep sigh before nudging it open with his forearm, blinking a few times as the bright light flooded the dark stairway, and he saw the familiar silhouette of an easel. He took a step out and closed the door carefully behind, smiling when he finally saw Tristan.

"Hey." He greeted with a wave, setting his backpack on the ground, internally contemplating if that greeting was cool enough.

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