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diorbled.

previously halted, stilettoed feet begin to tread carefully upon worn geometric carpet. she strides to perch next to tristan on the couch, palm coming to rest ‘pon his thigh : a gesture of comfort void of ill - intentions. the lobby is empty, spare the pair, & the risk they run of being caught red - handed is pushed aside as concern blossoms.

silently & with a keen eye, her gaze is cast to meet his, nearly hidden beneath a furrowed brow. never before has she seen the other this upset, & for that reason, she continues with a certain amount of heed. ❛ –– okay. . . ❜ she leads in, tone soft, but inquiring, nonetheless. words lack the familiar patronizing notes often found within her speech when consoling anyone else. ❛ would you care to elaborate ? ❜

comfort was a foreign object, shared with him from her and a gift he didn't deserve... tristan was lucky to have her and good fortune is easily recognized daily when he's with her, even at times like so. glancing briefly over upon her request, continued silence was given instead.

and then, a spark of hope flared as he extended a hand, resting it carefully over the curve of her own. ❛ you love me... right? ❜ worry strayed heavily into his tone.

#diorbled #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#help us

warwagcd.

❛ who?❜ the last twelve years, she’d been frozen, unchanging in every way possible until her own child had helped her escape. a child, not to mention, she hadn’t even known she’d been pregnant with. now that they’ve gone their separate ways in order to keep eve safe, selene had been on the run, hiding from any and all attacks, and what has alarmed her with this seemingly harmless figure is his SCENT. ❛ what are you and why are you following me?❜ it’s his last chance to fess up, for the former death dealer is HARDLY willing to go easy on him. he’s not human, after all. not completely.

unable to lie, tristan was a little miffed due to the fact she didn't know his name... but he could let it slide. her piercing blues boring into him were quickly captivating him again, pushing himself away from the brick wall confidently. ❛ what am i, baby? perhaps your next fuck. ❜ he was daringly straightforward in this state.

#warwagcd #⁽・✶・001 ¨ – arrogant boy.#ok ok o k ok ok #tristan is gnna die

i-wannabe-yours87

❤

#⁽・✶・tristan ¨ – he is that one trashy model.#⁽・✶・elizabeth ¨ – its more like the cuntess.#butscrewmefirst

motiya

*glances at a beautiful girl* i do not need this right now

#⁽・✶・musings ¨ – crystal shit and leopard print.#⁽・✶・triz ¨ – someday we will foresee obstacles.#diorbled

warwagcd.

she feels as if she’s being followed, has felt such a thing for BLOCKS now, but she’s only just decided to confront the unfortunate soul foolish enough to pursue her. leading him down an alleyway, she’ll disappear from sight, suddenly behind him with a gaze of pure rage on her face. ❛ who are you and what do you want?❜

@fullcfrage

was it really his fault for being so intoxicated? -- yes. normally, tristan often got his way with what he wanted... even when it involved women. after spotting an interesting brunette when he slid from the confines of a bar, the least that had been expected was to find her pressing him into rough brick in an alleyway. ❛ tristan duffy, ❜ he rumbled, green orbs following the outline of her features as he reached out to touch her hip.

#warwagcd #⁽・✶・001 ¨ – arrogant boy.#i dont mind whichever #but yes to the modeling in budapest

@insidcr

wiping his nose roughly with the back of hand, green hues swept the bar scene. ❛ can you really not see how much of a bitch she is? ❜ leaning back in his seat, tristan glanced back to his drinking companion with glass pressed back against his lips.

#insidcr #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#hopefully this works !!

@killgcd

agitation rested evident on his brow as his fingertips curled into the phone harder. it was one thing to be showing the cortez’s designer an iphone, but a whole different platform when it came to google; he hadn’t expected to be punching in so many different things. ❛ come on man, ❜ tristan shifted his weight as he turned the phone screen his way again. ❛ i don’t fucking have all day. you done? ❜

#killgcd #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#im pretty sure we have googled everything about u james time to put the phone away

diorbled.

a grin, feather light, stretches pink lips, her free hand coming up to hide the incoming bout of laughter ( laughing with him, not at him ). the whole ordeal is absolutely endearing : the way his tongue peeks from between lips in concentration, & his fingers delicately painting small strokes onto her nails. he’s not doing half - bad. ❛ no, no ! ❜ & in her quick response, that restrained giggle escapes, smile growing. ❛ you’re doing fine, baby. ❜

sounds of her laughter had him tracing her features with careful green eyes, childish bashfulness flushing his cheeks. head dropping forward, a flash of tongue wets his lips before he managed to grin as well. ❛ bullshit. ❜ managing to stifle a similar sound, fingers extend to apply another shaky stroke of blue. ❛ you want a flower or something next? ❜

#diorbled #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#this is so gay™ i am sick

yo yo yo– time 2 accelerate like this for a starter! ♥

#⁽・✶・ooc ¨ – chicken nugs not drugs.

@diorbled

tongue runs cautiously against the ends of front teeth, clearly displaying his caution. sure, he had hung around many female models in his time -- but things like these were mostly taken care of by the artists. ❛ you realize this is already shitty, right? ❜ uncomfortably, fingers dip the brush back into the nail polish to ready another coat.

#diorbled #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#how she cornered him into doing this i dont know lmao

@steelmurder

disgust radiates in the way his lip curls towards his browline, the man entering truly giving off a dead day for fashion; although the desire to model was quenched, the selectivity for what he wore remained. swiveling on heel to press his hip to the nearby pillar, tristan canted his head. ❛ you just show up from a funeral or somethin'? ❜

#steelmurder #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#hello! uwu

yo yo yo-- time 2 accelerate like this for a starter! ♥

#⁽・✶・ooc ¨ – chicken nugs not drugs.

mybloodkink

*someone threatens me with a knife* me: joke’s on you, now i’m horny

#⁽・✶・musings ¨ – crystal shit and leopard print.

diorbled.

with glass bits brushed away & the wooden bat tucked back in its proper place, atop stilettos does she make her way back down to the lobby : carefree, heart light ( love blooming within her chest ). grace bounds her every step to the elevator, & it’s only once she’s entered its metal cage that she lets that beam upturn a rosy mouth.

& even though tristan’s presence in her thoughts is as prominent as ever, to exit the lift & see him sitting in the lobby, lounging upon a red - cushioned sofa with that particular blithe curve to his spine, is a ( welcome ) surprise. irises of hazel widen as she grows closer, pace gaining as she notes the obvious turmoil expressed in his body language. ❛ –––– tristan ? ❜ she inquires softly, brow delicately furrowed. ❛ what’s wrong ? ❜

any other time he decided to be there, perched upon the cushions, feet were kicked up onto something nearby -- this time, they remained flat on the floor. for once taking in the atmosphere of the cortez, there wasn't anything that could numb that uncomfortable experience prior to his arrival.

power had been one of the more attractive components with agreeing to harbor the virus. being the countess' sex slave to further her personal gain however, held no interest to him. but tristan wanted to keep his head... specifically for the woman stepping into the lobby. too late to let the uncomfortable knot in his brow go, callused fingers mussed through stained locks. glancing to her, his mouth felt dry. ❛ -- shit happened. that's it. ❜

#diorbled #⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#i regret my decisions immediately

malinacat

TRISTAN DUFFY

#⁽・✶・tristan ¨ – he is that one trashy model.

tags pt 2

#⁽・✶・musings ¨ – crystal shit and leopard print.#⁽・✶・aesthetic ¨ – im not useless... i can be used as a bad example.#⁽・✶・music ¨ – do you really need to pay for spotify.#⁽・✶・nsfw ¨ – do not disturb.#⁽・✶・self promo ¨ – we can put that mug on every magazine.#⁽・✶・choo choo ¨ – you collect us and create us.#⁽・✶・triz ¨ – someday we will foresee obstacles.#⁽・✶・001 ¨ – arrogant boy.#⁽・✶・002 ¨ – motherfuckin starboy.#⁽・✶・003 ¨ – youre six feet under boy.#⁽・✶・wardrobe ¨ – anything to make the dough roll in.#⁽・✶・trith ¨ – how long can this love hold its breath.

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