“ don’t… don’t touch me. ” *throws the angst at you*
‘ and why can’t i TOUCH you ? ‘ tristan had had enough of this cat and mouse game they played. sneaking around corners to even receive the most brief of touches before being tossed back into the real world - drowning in the cold waters of rank and reason. tristan could feel the metal in his body begin to heat and spark with his anger. the only person who made him feel this way was isolde. always isolde.
he released the other with a scoff and desperately wished he was a better man. a better person. he should’ve just let isolde leave his life, leave his mind. but he couldn’t. ‘ whatever. just another one of your mind games. i’ll be in my quarters if you change your mind. ‘