Hel was back up on their feet with almost miraculous speed, if not without visible pain and difficulty. Tristan admired the strength they’d seemingly pulled out of thin air, especially given how before they’d sunken to resignation so quickly.

 Stepney had returned his smile, and had assisted so dil...

Hel’s whispered instruction had only just registered in Tristan’s mind when Toby made his exit, leaving a wildly fired round of bullets and a petulant one liner in his wake. As infuriating as it was that he had left them in such a stat, one he was almost wholly responsible for, a small wave of relie...

Ooooh gimme gimme please <3

Everything melted away so quickly. All of that introspection, the weighing up of everyone here, the calculated, measured way he moved and spoke all vanished in the second that tiny 'pop' rebounded through the clearing and Hel, his friend , fell, almost gracefully, to the ground. Tristan scattered to...

Things took a jarringly sudden turn when Hel, for some inexplicable reason, decided to detonate the group’s burgeoning alliance by questioning why they should even have one in the first place. They made some valid points, reaffirmed the reality of the situation, but honestly it kind of rubbed Trista...

Tristan chuckled at Hel’s cult joke, but found the conversation moving too quickly forward to reply with a jest of his own. Small losses. The group took the information that he too had been gifted a dangerous and much more straightforward weapon fairly well, all things considered. Guns were daunting...

“I think runny mascara is back in nowadays? I mean, I couldn’t pull it off, but you rock it, boo.”

 Tristan was glad Hel embraced his touch, and he leant in closer to them. He was glad they hadn’t quite succumbed to the stress just yet and was almost impressed at how well they were keeping it toget...

Neither Stepney nor Toby really addressed Tristan’s crying. His initial feeling was disappointment, but with a few seconds to ponder it over he realised their lack of external reaction might be a good thing. What could their alternative responses be? Did he really want them to drop everything and co...

B020 -- Tristan O’Hara: Start 


Tristan O’Hara wasn’t a crier.

 Not only did he think it unbecoming of himself, but it just wasn’t how he expressed emotion. It never felt real, never cathartic or raw like it did for everyone else. When he was on stage he could turn it on and off like a faucet, rig...


So indulging in a bit of boy-gluttony had managed to pay off. Neither Axel nor Myles seemed entirely put off that Tristan had chosen to mack on both of them, though he could sense Myles would prefer it be just the two of them. It felt good to be his first choice.

 But if Tristan had to pick, which...

Ugh, Demetri. Well, Tristan couldn’t really fault Axel for struggling to control his temper around him. Demetri had such a slimy attitude, and Tristan was glad the two of them ran in such completely different circles that the chances of having to endure more than the odd cursory conversation were fe...

The feeling of Myles all snuggled up against him left a smile etched on Tristan’s face. God, he was cute, even more so when he was as whiney and floppy and cuddly as he currently was. If there was anyone to keep him company in Axel’s absence, he was glad it was Myles.

 Tristan nodded sagely as Myle...

Confirming Tristan O'Hara! <3

God, kissing Axel felt so good. And it felt even better when the passion he unleashed was reciprocated.

 Tristan smiled giddily back at Axel as he departed, even though a pang of loneliness began leaked into Tristan’s heart at the thought of suddenly being alone again; though it was tempered by the...

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