The Lost Soul @trystan-scofield - Tumblr Blog

valentina-kent:

I said what I said, Trystan. Now you’re a 7 for being obnoxious.

You’re docking me points for obnoxiousness? I say that adds to my score on the spectrum according to some women who love my giant...cockiness.

#tina convo

spencer-vanxwarren:

Please. Tori or my sister would kick your ass for scarring the children if you were walking around naked.

Although I fear the wrath of both Alpha and your temperamentally violent twin, the children are bound to stumble upon the internet or porn in witness to naked ass cheeks.

#spencer convo

mac-vaughnxchamberlain:

Um… you’re trying too hard, Trys.

Your face is trying too hard.

You’re just jealous you can’t look this good walking the streets.

#mac convo

harry-neumann:

Have you tried just… not? Catering to everyone else, I mean– I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

You’re three seconds away from throwing me into existential crisis right now. I’m fine making others happy in lieu of my own.

#harry convo

valentina-kent:

Not bad, Scofield. I give you an 8.

An 8? An 8? No, no, Kent, I’m a full throttle ten because I’m a top notch L'Oréal worth it.

#tina convo

spencer-vanxwarren:

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier that I’m blind because for some reason I feel like you’re half naked.

Half naked, what do you think I am, a prudish square with the decency to wear my boxers? I’m buck ass nude in my birthday suit, so, it’s your loss.

#spencer convo

finn-mcalister:

He observed the man’s wheels turning in his head as he worked through the information that he gave. Finn shrugged. “Unfortunately, I don’t know Aimee’s mind as well as some to know how she’ll really take the information if you try to talk to her in all seriousness,” he gave the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, at least now maybe the spirits will stop bothering him to play matchmaker if something actually comes of this conversation. “I’ve been running with them for a long time… it’ll be nice to see her actually have a connection with someone. She’s been alone for a very long time.”

“Like I said, she could change the subject instead to continue the endless flirtatious comments or storm away. Or pretend she didn’t hear me, it’s a stunt I’d pull myself.” Trystan mused carefully. He rather not make assumptions openly especially in front of Aimee who might possibly twist his words and take offense. He offered the other man a half-hearted smile as Finn’s hand landed on his shoulder, a comforting gesture, and the odd one. Discussing the women in his life, or lack thereof, wasn’t a constant everyday scenario for Trys and even if it was, he would converse with Caleb. God...wait until Cal heard about this. “You really think I could be that for her? Filling the loneliness hole?”

#finn convo

harry-neumann:

Somehow, I think that’s actually what you want…

I’m a simple man who simply gives the people what they want, Neumann.

It gets tiring sometimes.

#harry convo

finn-mcalister:

Finn listened to Trys make excuses after he’d came to the realization that Finn was trying to point out. He shifted uncomfortably, this was never his forte; he wasn’t a relationship guru. Barely had those to begin with other than the relationships he had with the spirits that wouldn’t leave him alone, if one could call it that. “If that was the only thing she was after, she would have gotten it and then washed her hands of you, don’t you think?” Finn queried. That was at least what Aimee usually did, but not right now. “She’s one that likes to make an impact in the world around her but doesn’t stay long enough for it to impact her. From what I can see, you’ve accomplished the unimaginable.”

Trystan’s stomach suddenly felt like someone tied his intestines and trampled them with a ten thousand ton semi trunk mercilessly. He spoke a woman’s language, knew their wants and desires, even fulfilling the secret fantasies of the men whose eye he caught on occasion. He was a wolf for all seasons, of all genders, and yet he never settled for just one. Flings, one night stands, all fizzled. The only constant who stayed longer than either anticipated? Aimee. “She and I could have anyone we wanted without barely lifting a finger. And yet, I’m face-to-face with the reality that I just...wanted her.” Trys’ gaze shifted from side to side, collecting the thoughts. It was why their interactions, sexual by nature they were, never panned to the bedroom. “I made an impact of Aimee the same as she made on me. She’ll shut me down the minute I bring this up.”

#finn convo

aimee-ofbabylon:

Everyone knows that distance makes the heart grow fonder, darling. you would get bored of my face if you saw it each and every day. You should tell that to the droves of women that would knock your door down to see a glimpse of your perfect abs.

“Is that not the point of this little back and forth? Never growing bored with the other?” Trystan moved to pluck his shirt hanging from the porch’s railing, planning to tug it back on, and changing his mind last minute. “Alright. They look, but they don’t touch which you don’t either despite how obviously perfect they are.” He turned around, “So, if you adore them as much as you say, knock yourself out. Touch them.” The next statement fled his lips before he could take back the words, “Touch me.”

#aimee convo

finn-mcalister:

Finn quirked a brow at the man’s seemingly boyish reaction, almost as if he found it hard to believe that someone could be interested in him. He leaned back, contemplating. “Well, to put it lightly… Aimee acts like a bird– one that very much gets fixated on shiny new things for a small period of time and then grows bored,” he said after a time, scratching lightly at his chin, “she doesn’t get involved in people’s lives, nor does she stay in one place for very long, and yet she’s stayed here for how long? She also sought you out when the hybrid’s attacked. She… never does that. Aimee is very much a ‘let them burn from their own choices while I watch on the sidelines’ kind of person, even with her protégé Freddie.”

Trystan wanted to deny the other male were only seeing an illusion that wasn’t actually there in terms of him and Aimee, but when he analyzed every aspect of their relationship, the puzzle pieced clocked into place so perfectly. New meanings behind anything the vampire threw his way, the compliments, her actions. Action screamed louder than words. “I’m a reason she stuck around.” Trys stated slowly, like a toddler attempting to pronounce his letters, “How do I know it has nothing to do with sex, though? We’ve thrown each other the whole tearing off each others clothes bit until the cows came home, but you can’t be certain it’s not just that.” He was pushing forward excuses now. “That once she has her way with me, she’ll get bored and move on? Not that I think she’s that type of woman.”

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

Hey, whatever you want to do with your life, I don’t judge– I only give you the spirits’ words as a messenger or else they won’t stop.

If I may, though… I know Aimee– I’ve been around her and her protégé for the last several hundred years or so and if there’s something I can say for sure is that she doesn’t show interest in people. Hasn’t shown interest in people, until now. Take from that what you will.

Trystan opened his mouth to speak before choosing to close it and then opening a second time, ultimately repeating his previous action. Okay, he was confused and...why did this news surprise him? “So, you’re telling me Aimee isn’t only hanging around me for my face or the endless flirting banter.” He lifted a small smile, shaking his head to clear the expression, “You think she’s interested in me?”

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

They’re saying if you’re going to flaunt one part of your body, you may as well take off all your clothes. Oh, and they say that you should just bang Aimee and get it over with– they’re sick of all this back and forth with no action.

They said if they were as hot as the two of you, they wouldn’t be waiting this long. The spirits are very annoying about it.

I am a strong advocate in giving the masses the fanservice they deserve, but to have my sex life sought after like a bad reality television show? No disrespect to the spirits, by the way. Aimee and me, just because we pretend we’re star-crossed lovers and undressing the other with one smoldering look, doesn’t mean she would ever desire me in that way. It’s all good fun.

I’m not waiting for anything. Sexual tension or otherwise, falling into bed with her is...no. Just no.

#finn convo

aimee-ofbabylon:

Baby, you don’t have to take your shirt off to get my attention. I’m the front of the pack because I need to fight everyone else off.

You’ve been ignoring me as of late, my darling Aimee, so I wasn’t given any other option. No need to fight for my affections when you already have them.