#(tristan.)

[shitpost-it-tristan]

Accidentally hit my crotch on the corner of the coffee table, clutched it, and said: "OUGGHH MAH NARDS!!!" In the most Felix-like inflection... m' nARDs.

[slumpcd]

for @karismatica.

" you told me you were coming home hours ago. " which wasn't the first time. it seemed like became a normal occurrence now. late hours at the clinic and talk about a guy who came in looking for help. he couldn't stop thinking about it. " is it that guy? " tristan hated the feeling that grew inside his chest — insecurity and jealousy.

[florrhal]

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 & 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒  +  𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒      : " 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 , 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 . "

[livipode]

...

Paranoia was an incredible thing. There her boy was, out and about, who knows where--with his friends--or maybe friend was unfortunately more accurate. Not that she knew too much about it, nor paid it any mind. People his age were independent, she wasn't going to be a helicopter unless it really interested her.

No, no, right now there was something pulsing in her mind. Shown in visuals as her wandering around the house, cleaning things up, checking every corner. Checking, looking, making SURE of everything. Is it all in place? Are there any errors? Did someone leave something that wasn't meant to be there? A tracker, chips and screws and gears. Cleaning up her own messes...

...and then she got to his room, Tristan's room. She hadn't ever really pushed herself in that much. Really, Olivia had nothing to worry about, she shouldn't have to WORRY AT ALL. So why did in her mind there be something so SCREAMING, so petrifying as to remain stagnant in thought, unable to move on.

Not until she could disprove something, that suspicion.

" i don't think it could be...honestly, it's dumb to even THINK that!... "

Talking to herself in spare mumbles and calculated whispers. Pushing the door open to shadows sprawled across the walls and furniture. The light of the outside creating almost a spotlight. A direction to look, to see...Surely not, surely not...

Yet no leaf was unturned in her investigation, all carefully put back where it was, as if she had never been in there in the first place. She had hoped and hoped. Even as she was brought to the end of her investigation there was aa sigh of relief. Nothing. Nothing-

...

...What she thought. To be nothing. Yet the feeling of fabric over her hands, the colour the familiarity.

" ...tristan, tristan...i'm almost ashamed. "

But above all, she was intrigued. Anger turned to curiosity and invasive thoughts that brought to mind experiments. She was sorry for what she was going to do, but perhaps they were in need of more mother son trips to the lab.

[wr0ngbtch]

tristan for @hummingsng ,

" you're pretty when you blush like that... maybe i need to talk dirty more often, huh baby girl? "

[teamxdark]

Day 7: Noble

Tristan was a proud woman. Her accomplishments structured her confidence, and her work was busy, but rich and rewarding. She was more than a name and a lineage; she was a warrior, a wanderer, someone who reached for the fruits of life by the handful and who always desired more.

Though she loved her home in Acorn Kingdom, she knew she needed to leave when her title interfered with her goals. Noble-born, niece of a king, royal blood... People didn't expect or want her to work for what she envisioned. People thought they ought to do everything for her, coddling her like an infant until she was sick of it.

Leaving home to train abroad in Avalon was a hard decision, but ultimately a necessary one, because Tristan was so much more than nobility. In the ranks of the Round Table, she was able to prove herself over and over again, to earn her praises and her prestige rather than have it be handed to her.

And now, with Avalon being her home proper, Tristan kept diligently working, knowing that her noble title had been revoked. Thought it hurt to think about how it happened...

...maybe it was better this way.

[tillman]

WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG