#chat:tristan

[sethcohcnaf]

for a saturday morning - one that could be filled with so many possibilities, she was curled up in her sofa that seemed to be getting closer and closer to its end of days considering it seemed to be the only place she fell asleep these days. last night had been less than ideal -- three hours of a hunt that left her with bruised ribs and a bit more blue on her skin than she’d like.

what she hadn’t expected was to have to set her coffee down for the door -- the man before her was always full of surprises and perhaps she needed a healthy dosage of tristan mckinnon because god knows her heart was sick of yearning -- the limbo they were in was exhausting yet anything outside of this was not feasible - she would take an almost with him any day rather than a never could be  -- “was i expecting you?” confusion dancing in her gaze as she let him in, wondering if she had forgotten a marking on her calendar. 

@ofdcydreams​

[frcnklcngbottom]

a frown toyed at his lips as his gaze darted around every piece of newspaper that managed to cover his bed, trying his best to ignore the seeping ink -- his sheets were certainly done for, but he had a task at hand - he needed to find a flat. with the auror training relocating to hogsmeade, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was better to find something close by rather than settling in london, “sorry -- what was that?” the boy muttered, briefly glancing up to find tristan. “if this is about your sister’s wedding - already sent back the owl and i’m bringing alice, if that’s alright with you?” 

@tristmckinns​

[emmcsvances]

tristmckinns​:

    “ maybe i have, but i can’t say that i’ve got my own affairs any more ordered-” he says with a careless shrug, assuming that the attempt to curb her gaze away with the realization was her silent plea to drop the subject. maybe tristan wouldn’t be the one to tell her that it had been him who had found mary - that would be a burden that emmeline didn’t need to carry. 

     the male gives her one last pointed look before accepting the book, thumb brushing over its spine and opening it to discover its table of contents. maybe tristan just didn’t understand how a book could offer anything that would provide guidance on the problems he had in his life currently. was their a self-book out there that provided a guide on how to figure things out with mary ? “  no one’s really that perfect, i’d imagine. however, i can think of a person or two that would argue i could benefit from a self help book.” perhaps marlene or gwen would be quick to point out some flaws if given the chance. “your grandmum is a legilimen herself, then ?”  

“who has you looking like that?” she questioned softly, gaze softening as she wondered if the boy was in the same heartbreak club as she was, “it really hurts, tris” she muttered, legs curling underneath her as she rested her head against the cushion, “and the looks of sympathy are driving me MAD -- i didn’t spend my year working my arse off to be written off as the girl that got dumped a few weeks before graduation” 

“if it’s family -- it doesn’t count” teasing as a gentle smile stretched her lips, “i would know - my mum suggested this one” apparently years dealing with her dad, it wasn’t just the miracle of patience - no, everyone needed some help, “yes” nodding, “and it’s very much exhausting” 

[jezebel-1n-wonderland]

  Jezebel sagged in her chair as she went on break. In this room she could sometimes pretend she didn't work in an insane asylum and that she was merely at home resting. Thanks to the semi-soundproof walls she couldn't always hear the screams that plagued the halls. 

Her rounds were almost finished, she did her regular checks and aided in with the doctors when needed. Some it seems couldn't even do their own jobs without a nurse present. Which aggravated her to no end how they treated some patients with little to no respect.

Jezebel looked up when she heard someone enter. A bright smile came over her face when she saw one of her dearest friends. " Well, well, well, look who decided to join me. Bout time, Tristan."

[azalea-hawthorne]

"Would you? I know a great running trail in Central Park..."

I would formally like to jog somethin’ thats for damn sure~

[sethcohcnaf]

it was late and yet wandering about in her flat was not enough to soothe her mind let alone silence the noise that came with the turmoil bubbling up in her. she didn’t have to edge toward the door in fear at the sound of the knocking -- she already had a good idea of who it was. 

she opened the door -- the smile that often etched at her lips at the sight of him could not be found and perhaps it was because she wasn’t sure if it was her own anger or his disappointment that she feared most or maybe it was the quiet realization that they were capable of fighting that had her terrified of what was to come out next. 

“i didn’t think you were going to come” she admitted, she had sent the owl with the little optimism she had left, she didn’t want to fight, but she also couldn’t bare the silence -- so she had given him a time slot and a request to join her if he was up for it and maybe she needed to know if he was still going to show up, even if he she might have given him every reason not too -- 

@ofdcydreams​

[sethcohcnaf]

closed - @ofdcydreams​

Thread: Frank Longbottom & Tristan Mckinnon Location: Longbottom Residence 

frank wasn’t sure what he was expecting - but he knew that wee hours into the morning it wouldn’t be his parents cutting a trip short, his mother would never cause the ruckus that his front door was being put through at the moment. “by godric -- i’m coming” he yelled, fixing his hair, jumper half on as he broke into a jog to the front. 

“mate -- have you lost your mind?” groaning as he set his sights on tristan, “you’re a nuisance, you know that? it’s bloody seven in the morning, what have i done to you to deserve this?” dramatic to say the least as he moved aside to let him in nonetheless. 

[frcnklcngbottom]

careful smile stretched his lips like always -- the one that his parents had engrained in him, even when he was about to lose it, no one would have known better despite the way the boy had loosened his tie - freeing himself of the knot that had kept his composure together, “i’m fine --” words out of his lips at the sight of that knowing look, “but you don’t look it -- what’s going on in that head of yours, tris? if it’s about the theory exam for defence against the dark arts -- you’ve got that in the bag” his own mind a mess over if he had done enough for transfiguration and the letter from his father that he should have probably waited to open -- 

@tristmckinns​

[azalea-hawthorne]

gentlemenswolf replied to your post:Let's see a pic of you in something sexy!

Lick~

Lick what precisely, Monsieur Noir?