#muse: trystan

[thepromiseofheroes]

|Open Starter

“You know, I’ve heard that if you keep staring like that, a mysterious fairy will appear and knock you in your teeth... i’m the fairy.” he quipped, giving the other a sideways look as he leaned back in his seat. He had felt the others eyes on him for a while now, and even Trystan had a limit to how much he could ignore. “I promise a picture would last longer.” he added, giving a small grin. “Can I help you?”

[unholyxconfessions-blog1]

Meet the Muse

General

Name: Trystan Alexander Nolan Nicknames: Tryst, Try Gender: Male Age: Unknown: rumored to be 6,000+ Sexual orientation: Anything that walks Species: Human (Cursed to be immortal) Ethnicity: French Face claim: Andy Biersack

Appearance

Eye color: Blue Hair color: Black Tattoos?: Yes Piercings?: Yes (Lip,ear, nose) Scars?: scar running across his lower back, other small scars littering torso and legs, burn scars covering right hand Normal outfit: jeans, tanktops/band tees (occasional button up shirts) leather jacket, glove on right hand at all times

Relationships

Parents: Bella and Arthur Nolan (deceased) Siblings: Natalie Nolan (deceased) Single or taken: Single (depending on verse) Best friend(s): Keely Marsters Children: Sabrina Antonelli (deceased)

Misc.

Fears: Fire, Arian Dom/sub: switches (mostly sub) Favorite color: Blue Pet peeves: many many things Triggers: Mention of his family, Arian, his hand, any act of violence against him after he’s given you his trust.

[custosdiaboli]

Closed rp ~ ( @jetblackpoison )

It was Saturday night, which usually was one the busiest nights of the week, go figure, so it was all hands on deck. Which, unfortunately, meant Trystan when one of his bartender called in sick last minute. The music blaring over the speakers were actually soothing if he was being honest, and the familiarity of his work made things a bit easier. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to fire the bartender the second he stopped being in a good mood. He managed to get past a rush of already overly intoxicated, barely of age, girls practically unscathed, his bright eyes rolling as they stumbled off to the dance floor, practically spilling the drinks they had just ordered all over themselves on their way. He couldn’t judge, didn’t mean he didn’t find it irritating to deal with. Moving to the next customer, he let his lips curl up into a small smirk when he saw the girl sitting there, his hip resting against the bar as he propped his weight up on his hand against the counter. “Can I interest you in anything, darling?” 

[custosdiaboli]

( @poignancies)

Trystan hadn’t been home all day, not really giving much reason as to why or really saying much of anything to Eddie. It was getting dark outside when Trystan shot Eddie a text, asking him to go to his apartment and go up to his room. He wasn’t there, but a large black box was, a letter addressed to Eddie resting against the top. It was closing in on Eddies leaving, and the more he thought about it the more upsetting it was, but he decided to make the best of the time he had left. The letter was written by Trystan in his way too fancy curvy script and read;

“Dear Eddie, don’t give the letter that look. Just bear with me. Inside the box is a suit and masquerade mask. Don’t argue, don’t make a fuss, just please put them on and get in the car that will be waiting outside for you. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, now its time to bring you into my world for a night. Please don’t make me go through tonight alone. Be a good little boy and play along.

Yours always, Tryst. ”

[custosdiaboli]

Closed Rp

@homeofmanymuses

Trystan didn’t knock anymore, he had been told multiple times that it wasn’t needed. The wolves had always been able to sense him coming long before he actually stepped inside and he was “always welcomed”. Right then, he was seriously hoping they didn’t sense him, his body hot and tight and over sensitive and if any of the other alpha’s were home they’d smell him a mile away and he didn’t need that embarrassment on his hands. “Matty?” he called out, praying that the young wolf was the only one in the house. Matty he could handle, he had been around him when he was like this before, others were an entirely different story.