The Tides Will Rise & Fall

Tristan Walker. 26. Scuba Diving Instructor. New York born and raised.

[peonywatson]

I really need to find a better drinking buddy

[peonywatson]

"So long as you can’t ever meet’em you’re not going to be let down though are ya? Advantage to idolising a fictional character and all." She shrugged, smiling back at him as she tipped the remainder of her drink down her throat quickly as he orders another drink. "Catwoman is pretty, she’s sexy but kicks ass. She’s also ruled by her own morals which is both good and bad, yeah?"

"I’ll have to make it up to you somehow if all these end up not to your taste, cutie." Peony smirked a little, leaning forward across the bar a little and tilting her head so she could watch the bartender just in case.

[sea-messenger]

"What if they made a movie with real life actors, but the actors did something disappointing like shooting their girlfriends? Don't ask me why that was the first thing that came to mind as an example..." He shook his head. "Vigilante of her own kind then?"

"How do you suggest paying me back? I'm not gonna take your money. Not directly anyway." Tristan was amused by her little statement. "Youre gonna make him nervous. Just let him do his job. We can tip him badly if he sucks." He gave an apologetic shrug to the man.

[sea-messenger]

Text @Hayley

Hayley: Yeah, damn. I feel bad all over again.

Hayley: Casual is fine.

Hayley: People might think you're some kind of movie star or something. It'd be interesting.

Tristan: Nah, I'm sure he was a bullet you dodged.

Tristan: Now I think I should. I'd make a good James Bond. You'd make a good Bond girl too.

[sea-messenger]

Text @Hayley

Hayley: This is Hayley :)

Hayley: I have done that before.

Hayley: Accidentally.

Hayley: To be fair I didn't know my phone number was only an area code away from being a rejection hotline.

Tristan: Wow... that guy got really unlucky then.

Tristan: Should I be dressed a certain way? Maybe I should just show up in a tuxedo.

[sea-messenger]

Text @Hayley

Tristan: Hey, this is Tristan.

Tristan: Making sure you didn't give me some rejection hotline haha

[sea-messenger]

Whale hunting?

[angelic-artemis-blog]

We have to do something Tris. The poor whales — Can’t your father help?

[sea-messenger]

You know how my parents are. They don't like attracting attention. I don't really know how they managed that while I was in competitive swimming, but yeah... We'll figure something out. It'll be like when we were in high school.

[ladykhione-blog]

For water spurns ice || Trione

[ladykhione-blog]

In what felt like an eternity to her, but was really a few short seconds, she had finally been submerged within the water, her blonde locks dampening into a light, ashy shade. Then, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to breath, too filled with some strange brand of fear to allow herself to even try to open her mouth to take in air that wouldn’t be there, let alone try to speak. But then something shifted, and the light moved over to play on his scales and Khione was too amazed by the vibrance and strength of them to notice anything else. So when she began to take in oxygen slowly, oxygen she didn’t actually need, she didn’t notice, and instead posed her awe in the form of quiet sigh. 

Sighing turned to shy laughter and she nodded humbly. “I will not freeze any of your subjects. Except if they disrespect me.” The ice queen’s fury wasn’t spoken of, what with her living in the middle of nowhere, but if tested it would be destructive to anyone who dared hurt her. 

Her clouded eyes switched to a vibrant blue after however, and she, hesitant, squeezed his hand back and followed after him, taking in his lively persona. “Show me..” In truth, she’d been down to Atlantis before. But never like this. Not with someone who treated her like just another goddess. And not a prize. 

[sea-messenger]

"They are not like the mortals of land. Those of little respect for the gods or goddesses do not last very long." Triton gave a small chuckle, his voice now a few tones deeper in the water. He could only imagine the power the goddess could release. Only rumors traveled of her abilities, but even the rumors told its listeners to be cautious. "You won't have to lift even a finger, for they will face my wrath first." His face hardened briefly. He didn't believe in punishments, but he would not forgive the imbecile who reflected the broad seas and its inhabitants poorly.

He looked into her deep blue eyes, seeing his beautiful home reflected in them. He nodded as he led her towards deeper waters. "The palace is boring and like any other palace. There are too many people there anyway."

He didn't enjoy company for long periods of times. Some of his subjects purely approached him for advice, and in the case of some daring nymphs and mermaids, they approached him to flutter their eyelashes at him. As if on cue, a few mermaids approached the couple. They only gave him a slight bow before going about their way. They were beautiful, and they donned their own set of colorful and radiant scales. Theirs was of fuchsia and sea green. Their long locks swirled around them artfully, and their skin held the appearance of milk. Any mortal would have been entranced, but Triton remained indifferent, giving them a single nod. The couple would have to face more people before getting to the underwater forest, his secret "hide-out" of sorts.

[amandatheseagoddess]

Well, yes. Apparently, I don’t look very healthy and energetic.

[sea-messenger]

Well that's not very nice. What if you just looked that way naturally? A naturally lethargic-looking person...

Well have you? I could buy you a bagel and some coffee off of that nice foodcart man over there.

[sea-messenger]

Headcannon: Favorite Candy - Fun Dip Candy

Tristan only really received them during Valentine's day with stupid lines like "You're a real champ" or "I know how much you like taking a dip ;)." Everything seemed to revolve around swimming, and it frankly annoyed him a little. He liked getting the candies nevertheless. You could see him walking down the hallways, enjoying them a little too much with a silly grin on his face. He kind of has a stash of it hidden away in his apartment...

[amandatheseagoddess]

[sea-messenger]

If you had breakfast?

[sea-messenger]

Whale hunting?

[angelic-artemis-blog]

I heard about it, but I thought the government put a stop to it.

[sea-messenger]

Well UN's definitely been trying to make them stop, but it doesn't seem to be working...

[sea-messenger]

Whale hunting?

Why haven't I heard of this before?

[peonywatson]

I really need to find a better drinking buddy

[peonywatson]

"Ah but you have done it, and isn’t Bond like one of those dream characters - like Indiana Jones and Han Solo? I always wanted to be Catwoman growing up. Not fond of the punch-ups though?" Peony smiled, amused by the other’s laughter. "Nah, martini’s aren’t all that sweet. Big old kick to the back of your throat though if they don’t portion the gin to vermouth right."

[sea-messenger]

"Heros are for people with high expectations. Why set yourself for disappointment? I dunno. I like watching the movies though..." Tristan took another sip of his drink. "Mm, Catwoman? Why Catwoman?"

"Well I hope they make it right here then." Tristan waved the bartender over. "Yeah, two martini's please?"

[unheavenlydevotion-deactivated2]

"Ching chong?"

Really? 

[sea-messenger]

Wouldn't expect any less of people who've never been to neither Korea town or China town.

Don't worry about them.

[fuckyeah-revenge-blog]

[fightlike-atalanta]

Lets give a round of applause ..

to the douche bag that pushed in front of me to get on the bus… congratulations asshole. 

[sea-messenger]

I try to tell myself people have their own reasons for being assholes, but was pushing you aside really necessary?

[peonywatson]

I really need to find a better drinking buddy

[peonywatson]

"They are pretty dreadful when you muck up it all!"

"Impressive I think not - just a lot of careful thinking and crossed fingers for the best. Oh phooey, you say that but when you show up to appointments or ‘instructing’ you don’t get tempted to wear a tuxedo underneath?" Peony laughs at his reaction, grinning widely back. "Well it’s sort of fruit so… Maybe I should have given you a martini, stirred or shaken."

[sea-messenger]

"English is just a mess..."

"One of my former students asked me to be one of his groomsmen --Well he asked me to be his best man first, but I kindly declined, seeing that his brother would probably kick my ass if I accepted... anyway, I wore a tuxedo under my suit since it was an underwater wedding. I don't feel like wearing it under my suit all the time though." He laughed as he imagined himself coming out of the water with his hair slicked back with salt water, unzipping his suit and picking up a mysterious briefcase. "I'll finish this, but martini's aren't sweet then?"

[sea-messenger]

The Ink of No Return || Tristan & Elysa

The city was finally warming up, although he didn't mind the cold much. More people were venturing outside, crowding the streets a little more than usual. He locked up his apartment and began wandering the streets. It wouldn't be long before he had to fly out and miss the place again. He sighed, taking in the blooming flowers in his neighbors' potted plants and on the trees. He'd probably end up in the little cafe a few blocks down to grab something to eat between lunch and dinner. He had forgotten his book on his bed, so he would probably pick up a copy of the New York TImes too. He made mental notes as he rolled up his sleeves. He almost ran into someone but narrowly missed her by coming to a halting stop. He took in a sharp breath and took a few steps back. "Sorry about that..."

He glanced at the tattoo parlor a few stores down. Tristan had passed the tattoo parlor enough times to recognize the neon signs from a mile away. It wasn't one of those dingy places that seemed to have the word "infections" plastered on the door, but it held a sort of inviting air that always made Tristan want to get inked on the spot. He had always thought about getting one, but it seemed daunting that once he did get one, he wouldn't be able to change his mind. It was one of the few things he could never completely make his mind up about. Did he want one or not?