#trystan nolan

[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]

[custosdiaboli]

“I’m a child.” - Andy Biersack

[scorchedwingsandflames-arch-blog]

Your muse sees mine sleeping in only their underwear, noticing the many scars that decorate their body like a map, how does your muse react?

A little drabble for youYou dont need to reply if you don’t want.

Smith was fixing them something to eat, spending so much time with Trystan of late and happy to be doing so. He never thought he would meet someone that had such an effect on him like Trystan would. He felt his falls crumbling from the moment they met and as amazing as it was, it was also terrifying for Smith.

He had told Trystan to make himself comfortable, his sisters not home in the large warehouse style apartment only curtains separating the personal areas. Letting Trystan go to his room, both of them tired but Smith was terrible at sleeping without something in his stomach.

Just a sandwich, taking two of them to his area and pulling the curtain aside to find Trystan laying topless on his bed. Smith froze noting the scars that littered his skin. He did not have his usual glove on, something Smith knew meant that Trystan trusted him and as much as he had touched and kissed the other skin he had not seen it lay out in front of him in such a  light.

Placing the food on a small table and silently taking a seat next to Trystan, Smith danced his fingers over each of the pitted marks on the others skin. Feather light touches as if he could possibly make them better by being a gentle as he could. Leaning in and placing a kiss the his hand, the discoloured and tight pained looking skin under his lips before he moved them to another scar and then another. Doing all he could with just a silent touch to let Trystan know he was sorry for all that happened to him. That he would do anything he possibly would to keep him safe from now. To let him know, whole heartedly that he would never hurt him.

Showing al of that with just this silent touch.