oed' un leer das meer

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.

[matthewpiercee]

A quiet town is never good.

[trisbdumont]

I can think of a few things worse than a quiet town.

[unaboydable]

I didn’t say you could sit there.

[trisbdumont]

Well, suck it up, Cujo.

[brooke-cromwell]

She walked out of Skylight, focusing on the books in her hand as she let the door fall closed behind her. She skimmed through the pages of the first one, stopping when she saw a detailed drawing of a pentagram, an intricate spell laid out on the page opposite. She was glancing at the details of the curse until she missed the first step outside the bookstore and landed hard on her arm, her books spilling away from her.

"Dammit!"

[trisbdumont]

Tristan turned around a loud thud and swear from a familiar voice catching his attention. "Holy shit, Brooke, you alright?" He hadn't properly spoken to her since the -- well, since the incident, but he wasn't avoiding her. Why would he? He wasn't the one at fault. With his free hand he picked up her books, not bothering to look at the titles. "Quite a spill you took there."

[blacksheephamilton-deactivated2]

Pretty sure everything aches.

[blacksheephamilton-deactivated2]

It wasn’t so much the distance as it was the fact I looked like a soaked rat and might have ruined a shirt I’ve loved and desperately tried to keep from falling apart for probably too many years.

It did at the same, I needed to…let off some steam.

[trisbdumont]

It wasn't the distance that I thought was a bad idea. Your shirt'll be okay, throw it in the dryer for a while. Worse things could happen.

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: I would hate myself for it.

Damien: So that's why he hasn't been in class.

Damien: Aaron is a good kid. If you want to go to San Francisco to look out for him, go ahead. It sounds like you really want to do this. Just be careful.

Tristan: Why? You can't fix everything all the time, even I know that.

Tristan: I mean, he's out there by himself, and he says he's fine and everything, but I don't know. He's not like us, you know? I'll be careful, I promise.

[witchboyy]

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

[witchboyy]

The blond huffed a laugh as he realized the noises from the other end of the line came from Tristan smoking a cigarette. Aaron wanted to steal it from his fingers. “Okay. Just checking.”, he sighed dramatically. “I’m glad.” At the teasing words, he covered parts of his face with his free hand to hide the slight blush no one in the empty room could see. “Don’t pride yourself on it, Dumont, I still prefer food over you.”

[trisbdumont]

"Well, Meyers, I'm glad to know I'm only second to food." Tristan rested his chin on one of his knees, his grin still refusing to waiver. "Really, though, are you sure you don't want me to bring anything? You're all set?" As negative as it was, he couldn't help but thing there had to be some sort of catch to this whole thing. He really wanted to believe that Aaron was as well off as he made it seem to be -- but was he? If it hadn't been for Damien, Tristan wouldn't really have been able to make it; not at sixteen or eighteen. Then again, Aaron wasn't across the country, he hadn't left the state. Was it so hard to believe he'd be okay? Maybe not. "You know what? I'm gonna head home and pack, and all that good stuff. I'll let you know when I'm heading to the train station."

[trisbdumont]

moodboard (4/?); "i wanted to be a jedi."

[witchboyy]

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

[witchboyy]

"Alright! He will be cool with it, right? What about your other jobs?”, Aaron pondered. Now that he considered it, asking Tristan to drop everything just so he’d have a chance to be near him again was a selfish thing to do - and incredibly naive too. He hadn’t really thought about it much, but even though Tristan was barely older than himself, he had responsibilities that went beyond those of a high school student. As glad as Aaron was that he seemed to be up for it, getting the other in trouble was the last thing that he wanted. “Are you sure this is okay?” Aaron wished he even knew what he was doing this for other than shameless self indulgence. Not that it was gonna stop him, though. He chuckled at the concerned questions coming his way. It was comforting to know someone worried about him even a little bit. “No, I’m fine. Once you’re here I’ll have everything I need.”, he replied impishly. Aaron really couldn’t complain about his current situation; mainly thanks to the financial resources his family might not have even realized they’d provided him with. Sure, it was a little weird being in a completely different place when he’d rarely left Beacon Hills before, and maybe he had to live more sparsely than he was accustomed to. But he could handle the bathroom and the bed and the spiders. He rarely spent time there anyway. The city had too much entertainment to offer.

[trisbdumont]

"I mean, I don't see why he wouldn't be. I've left for less." Tristan shrugged nonchalantly, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. "It's fine, Aaron, really. Like I said, I could use some time off. My other jobs will still be here when I get back." His tone was calm and reassuring as he lit the end of his cigarette, immediately taking a deep drag. "If I didn't think I'd be able to come, I would just say so." Tristan shifted his gaze to his shoes, his knees pulled against his chest as he tried to figure everything out. "Oh, so I'm a necessity now?"

[cassiethemunchkin-blog]

Cassie had noticed that Tristan was still not himself, and Cassie being Cassie, she worried. She wanted to help or at least be there for him, but she wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to do—which was more than a little frustrating. But she hoped that maybe, some company might help—even if only a little bit. So, she grabbed her box set of Doctor Who and headed for Tristan’s house, ringing the doorbell and stepping back as she waited. When he opened the door, she offered a small smile and held up the DVDs.

"I brought Doctor Who?"

[trisbdumont]

Tristan pushed himself off his bed and threw on a hoodie, lazily making his way downstairs. He'd been struggling with trying to take a nap for hours, and no matter how hard he seemed to try sleep kept eluding him. "Please don't be a Jehovah's Witness," he mumbled to himself, stretching at the foot of the stairs. He only had so much energy, and someone asking him if he accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior wasn't something he felt like hearing -- in fact, after everything that happened it would just be too painfully ironic. He reached the door, and instinctively opened it, not bothering to look through the peephole.

Tristan looked down, a small smile on his face once he properly recognized the blonde in front of him. "Hey, Cassie -- Doctor Who? Oh, uh, awesome." He held the door open for her, closing it once she'd gotten inside. "I might nod off on you though, I've had a long day... are you hungry? Do you want me to order some food or something?"

[witchboyy]

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

[witchboyy]

"Sounds great! Just tell me when you’re on your way. " He smirked gleefully. "Are you sure the High School will manage without you for a bit?" He knew for a fact that Tristan and his brother were very appreciated by the student body and if he were a little less self-centered Aaron might feel bad for stealing him away from his peers. His former peers, he had to remind himself.  Aaron’s brows furrowed pensively as he tried to come up with a reasonable answer to a question he’d been hoping to avoid. “I guess it wasn’t all bad.”, he sighed, struggling to keep himself from deflecting for once. If he played it off then Tristan might rethink the whole thing. “…- I mean most of it was. But there’s a few things and people I don’t want to forget about.” No matter how many times he attempted to convince himself he was better off on his own, Aaron grew fond of people too quickly and too deeply. And shortly after inevitably having  tried to pull away he found himself starving for affection. At this point he probably should’ve found a way to break out of that particular cycle of self-deception. He had to clear his throat before continuing to speak. “So…yeah. I really do want you to come to San Francisco. Just humor me and I’ll even pick you up from the train station or whatever.”

[trisbdumont]

Tristan nodded slightly, before realizing Aaron couldn't see him. "I don't see why not. I mean, technically, Damien's my boss. I work for him sort of thing, so as long as he's cool with it, it shouldn't be a problem." If any of the faculty got curious Tristan knew Damien could always say he was out buying supplies, or forming a lesson plan, or grading papers. There was an easy way out of this -- and the more Tristan thought about leaving Beacon Hills for a few, the more he realized it was a good idea. Everything seemed polluted, abysmal; and he couldn't figure out whether that was his own doing or Irvene's, but he needed out. Temporarily, at least. "Right, okay." Although he wouldn't easily admit it, Tristan could understand that. He and Damien had left Maine, but he couldn't seem to shake it completely. At least not the way his brother had. There were some things he helplessly clung to, some pieces of his old life that he never wanted to get rid of. Was that just human nature? This raised more questions about his relationship with Aaron than he really wanted to look into, so instead he pushed those thoughts aside, likening it up to nostalgia and comfort. "You'll head all the way to the train station just for me?" He mused, laughing softly. "Sounds like a plan, I guess. Want me to bring anything? I mean, do you need anything?" He didn't know how things were for Aaron, if he was doing okay, if he was eating regularly -- and for some reason he found himself concerned about those things. Aaron didn't grow up the way he and Damien had, he didn't have to venture too deep to figure that much out. Was he really doing alright on his own?

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: That's not an option--not ever.

Damien: I think it sounds like a good idea, but why San Francisco?

Damien: How are you going to get there?

Damien: I'm not letting you go if you're going to be alone there.

Tristan: I wouldn't hate you for it, you know.

Tristan: Aaron called, he's in San Francisco having some sort of existential dilemma I guess. You know the sort of thing that psychologists say typically happens during any transitional period of your life.

Tristan: But he asked me to go over there, and it seems like a good idea. Maybe we can look out for each other sort of thing?

Tristan: And then if things get rough I'll just head home?

Tristan: I don't expect or want you to give me my car back. I could just take the train. It runs like every twenty minutes.

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: I don't like accepting that it might happen.

Damien: Shoot.

Tristan: I don't like it either, but there's nothing you can do.

Tristan: Unless you wanna ship me off to the wards.

Tristan: Had to say, really fucking hated it there.

Tristan: I think I need to not be here for a couple of days. I just

Tristan: I feel like I'm being suffocated by things that I don't even know how to fathom or put into words.

Tristan: So I wanted to know if I could go to San Francisco for a couple of days? Clear my head maybe?

Tristan: It's not like it's far. If things get bad you can always come get me.

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: Good, good--I'm glad you're out of the house Tristan.

Damien: I'm really proud of you.

Tristan: It's not that bad yet. I mean sometimes I can tell I guess. So I'll let you know when I know? Or if I know. However this works.

Tristan: Ready for the second thing?

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: Tristan, where are you, are you okay?

Damien: I love you, I do, but I need to know that you're okay.

Tristan: I'm okay. I'm walking the dog. I just thought you should know, that's all.

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: Kinda figured it would be something controversial since you're texting me about it, I'll listen.

Damien: What is it buddy?

Tristan: Okay, first thing literally has no correlation with the second thing.

Tristan: I just want you to know that you're my brother and I love you. And I don't think I tell you that enough. Or that I say thanks the way I really should.

Tristan: All you do is take care of me no matter how royally I fuck up or how big the mess is. And you don't hate me for it afterwards.

Tristan: And sometimes I think you should. I mean it would be justified. But you never do. And that takes some sort of skill that I just don't have.

Tristan: You're literally the best brother I could ever have. Okay? No matter how shitty things are with me or even if I want to go back to Maine or whatever. It's not a reflection of you or anything you've done.

Tristan: I'm just fucked up inside I guess. But not to such a point where I can't recognize how lucky I am that I have you as an older brother, okay?

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Damien: What's up

Tristan: Okay, two things. And if you could just listen and not immediately say no that'd be pretty cool.

[trisbdumont]

Texts @ Damo

Tristan: Hey, old man