#lordofthestrix >> tristan

[ladamedemartel]

@lordofthestrix

Aurora's hand rested on his forearm, as much out of habit as it was to maintain her balance as they made their way through the woods to the surprise that he had promised her. His witches had been more secretive than usual, but despite their best efforts, Aurora had heard them whispering about the significance of the moon that evening. A blood moon. Even in Aurora's mortal days it had held significance, though there was little talk then about predicting when one might occur. She suspected that his witches had planned for something. Seemingly, it involved them. At least Aurora assumed. Why else would he have suggested dinner at such a late hour in the evening? And provided her with a new dress to wear? Well, the dress was not necessarily an unusual occurrence, but the hour of the outing was. "Are we the only guests at this dinner party, or are you witches joining us? They've been fussing about this moon for days, and I doubt you would ask them to turn their talents to simply cooking a meal unless it had some other intended purpose."

[badasshybridqueen]

The sound of footsteps drew Hayley's attention as she took a long sip of amber liquid from the glass in her hand. The hybrid's gaze lifted as she glanced over her shoulder to take in the man behind her. A light sigh fell from her lips as she set down the glass. "You really are a glutton for punishment huh? If Klaus see's you here - he won't be happy." She commented lightly, turning fully so she was facing him.

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[survivingpierce]

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         to call herself a princess had been a very stupid idea, but in her trouble the only thing that seemed sensible to her. a princess would not be hurt, she would not be killed. they might try to negotiate and propose an exchange. perhaps they would even treat her well to earn an advantage and the favor of royalty.

        even if you could see clearly that she was not a princess. she was completely out of breath and her heart galloped in her chest with fear and anxiety. her green dress was muddy and torn from the branches of the forest and she was bleeding. trevor had told her that she would find shelter when she reached this hut in the woods. now she had been captured by someone else despite fierce opposition and taken to a place she did not know.

        katerina had her arms wrapped around her delicate body, her shoulders slightly raised when she heard this unknown voice that came out of nowhere. it wasn’t klaus or elijah, but that didn’t mean anything. the unknown man undoubtedly knew the two, he seemed to know that she had been their guest, although she had not betrayed them by introducing herself as princess.

        she had taken it as a great honor that they had sent her an invitation to a castle, that a lord apparently had an interest in her and was seeking an engagement. all lies and deceit, as it turned out, they only wanted her death, her blood to be more precise.

        katerina shuddered as the man introduced himself with a name and revealed that he was just like them. that all of them were just like them.  her chocolate brown eyes nervously flickered around, feeling like a rather vulnerable prey that was presented on a golden plate. and indeed, that feeling was only confirmed when she was referred to as 'food'. the man, tristan de martel, let her (or more the others) know that he does not play with his food. could she trust these words? no, because words meant nothing to these creatures of the night. the mikaelsons, the ones she had tried to escape from, also exchanged pleasantries and promises first before they showed her their true intentions, even if not voluntarily. to her understanding, every undead being desires to break this curse. if tristan and his people belong to them, then he might want to kill her as well.

        the human flinched as the door fell behind fell into lock and the men disappeared on tristan’s orders. whoever this tristan was, his word seemed to have power, all the more reason not to trust him. he was just like them.

        she twitched again as tristan approached her and held her breath in an attempt to make herself invisible; yet her trembling limbs carried her to the place where tristan wanted her. she could hardly stand up anyway, her feet hurt and she had no strength, yet her hands blindly seized her soiled skirts to lift them slightly, as she was instructed to sit at the generous set table. she felt immediately out of place, too dirty to sit on those fine chairs; too weak and afraid to even pay attention to the meal that was offered to her.

        "how do you know my name?", she finally asked with a quiet tone, afraid to alarm anyone that may pose a threat. katerina did not know what tristan wished to discuss with her. she did not trust him and his words at all. why is she supposed to trust him when he could just buy time before he cuts her throat?

[noblehcart]

❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞

@lordofthestrix

" of course you do." the human remark went sailing far far over her head because she was mostly focusing on the fact that tristan de martel was there. in a limosine? or was it simply just a fancy car? she couldn't tell in the darkness of the side alley she stood in outside of a club, but if she knew anything about this client-? friend? it was that he had impeccable taste and the vehicle would be luxurious.

which at the moment was a bad thing. him arriving there unexpectedly was also a good and bad thing.

it all began with a misdial. a drunken misdial as she swiped through her phone, searching for someone to call to pick her up. and he picked up. the worst person who could've picked up- although it was really tied with that of her brother. at least if it was her brother then it would've been a scold and that would be that. tristan was a different matter. standing outside his vehicle as he stood there looking her over while she tried not to die of embarrassment she wondered just how much time had passed with their conversation.

when did she give him an address? she almost completely certain she didn't tell him where she was. the conversation floated in the alcohol washed memory in her brain as scattered sentences.

i'm sorry its a misdial.

-ohgod no i'm not telling you that.

her leaning back against the brick as she drawled drunkenly and honestly. i can't have your opinion of me drop aaany further tonight. its embarrassing enough to waste a really nice dress on a date that ditched me for someone else- i just really don't get the 'blond' appeal its a stupid insane cliche. but no-i'm not telling. i cannot share anything else.

she remembered smiling faintly, head tilting as she looked up to the sky and listening to the low polished resonance on the other end of the phone before speaking. weell...i rather like your opinion of me so far so let me save just a shred of my pride and reputation.

because thus far she had been a professional. perhaps a bit more friendly than the average professional, but he had encouraged that. he had encouraged a lot actually, but she was always trying to be clever, collected, witty and something to charming adjacent. tonight however was not a good night for her. tonight was supposed to be a cut loose. have fun. be entirely different. maybe embrace a touch of sin that he seemed to hint at within the lines of his words and between the shared glasses of wine. but that woman he shared wine with seemed far more suited to the collections she curated within a higher class or so she liked to think she did.

certainly not in the state she was in right now. horribly honestly drunk, slightly touched with lightheadedness and shifting in pinching heels as the shimmer of her short silvery dress reflected in the streetlight. this was the thin rebellious streak she rarely ever allowed to let loose and decided to do so because she rather hoped she'd have some 'reckless' fun with her former date. that is till he found someone else he thought more interesting and so she threw herself into several drinks before stumbling out to the safety of a quiet nearby alley to call for a ride. accidentally so tristan.

and so there he stood remarking about figuring her out. she knew what he figured out (that she was just an unremarkable average woman with little scruples or taste) and just tried to resign herself to the fact that she had absolutely ruined either a contract or a friendship or both.

"i'm pretty sure i told you i was going to call...someone- to come get me. you didn't have to come." when did she give him her location again? " how did you even get here- you...i...."

[touchedbydestiny]

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            "it is nothing personal", diana stated without a hint of being ashamed due to her undoubtfully impolite previous comment. it was still her conviction that vampires should not exist. it was by no means a statement about his own personality; how could she judge someone she did not know? judging his species, however, was something completely different.

            "i treat others the way i would like to be treated, even if i don’t know them yet. being open-minded towards someone new also means trusting this person – at least if this person isn't a vampire. maybe it’s hypocritical, but it has its reasons."

            "you’re pretty convinced of yourself, tristan, i wonder where this confidence comes from. do you really believe that i will throw my principles overboard and trust you? do you consider yourself to be the proof that vampires aren't the undead beasts they truly are? or is it rather the opposite that you think i can be manipulated? easily deceived if just flattered enough?"

[founderscouncil]

TRISTAN DE MARTEL (@lordofthestrix) said "It appears that, against all auguries and assumptions, the two of us make for a rather grand team."

There is no way to describe the room they're standing in other than bloodbath. A single man kneels in the center at Tristan's feet, cowering and quivering with the stink of terror, but Hope ignores him for the time being. His guards are in literal pieces strewn about the office, and her boots sink half an inch into the rug that has been thoroughly soaked in blood with a disgusting squelch.

"It appears that, against all auguries and assumptions, the two of us make for a rather grand team."

Her eyes shift back from their crimson-tinged gold to their normal azure hue and she looks around at the carnage. It had been so simple to compel a handful of these guards earlier, long before this meeting had been called. Her family had always insisted on knowing how to stack the deck, and this was just another way to keep things in her favor, without needing to dirty her hands.

Within minutes of their meeting, her compelled team had dispatched the rest of the guards before turning their weapons onto themselves. It was over so quickly that hardly anyone had a chance to respond before the attack was done.

"Looks like it," she replies softly with a Cheshire grin. The man is human, though steeped in the supernatural judging by the curios his office is filled with. The entire reason they are here is to collect some magical artifact that would allow her to get through the day without wanting to spill blood. The voices at the back of her head have ebbed slightly now that violence has been done, but she knows that it's only a matter of time until they come back. "I didn't take your Strix to be the type to work with someone so... undignified." Her nose wrinkles slightly as she takes in their sole survivor, sobbing and begging for his life, a far cry from the arrogant man that had greeted them only a few short minutes ago. "But I suppose men like him have their uses."

[fallen-regentarc]

❝  I’m going to tell you this,  once,  because i think you need to hear it.  You deserve more.  You should expect more from the world ❞

               Tristans   words   took   Davina   by   surprise      ,      a   bit   of   shock   because   hearing   that   she   deserved   more   was   always   something   that   she   told   herself   but   never   anything   that   she   truly   had   heard   from   others      .      She   heard   these   things   from   Marcel      ,      but   there   was   always   an   air   of   bias   from   him   as   he   was   the   one   who   saved   her   and   he   was   practically   her   father      .      but   to   hear   it   from   Tristan��     ,      someone   who   had   seen   her   at   her   weakest      &      her   worst      ,      saw   her   for   who   she   could   be      ?      well   it   felt   like   the   air   had   been   sucked   out   of   the   room   and   then   pushed   back   in   at   warp   speed      .

               '      The   second   I   expect   more   from   the   world   they   seem   to   disagree   and   then   I   am   fighting   another   battle   that   I   don't   think   I   am   strong   enough   for      .      '      her   word   are   honest      &      she   doesn't   know   why   she's   being   so   open   about   it      ,      but   some   of   the   things   that   she   had   gone   through      ---      well   Tristan   had   a   secret   society   of   vampires      ,      she   was   sure   that   he   had   her   entire   history   written   somewhere      .      '      once   the   ancestors   can   no   longer   have   control      ,      once   my   friends   and   those   I   care   about   are   safe      ,      that's   when   I   will   believe   that   the   world      ,      the   universe   has   good   intentions   for   me      .     

                  her   words   sting      ,      causing   tears   to   come   to   her   eyes   because   she   feels   in   the   deepest   parts   of   her   soul   that   these   things   will   never   come   to   fruition      ,      that   she   is   destined   to   fight   at   every   corner      .      '      but   I   struggle   to   have   Marcel   even   choose   my   side      ,      to   pick   me      &      he's   supposed   to   be   the   one   who   loves   me   the   most      .      so   it's   hard   to   think   that   I   deserve   more   when   I   am   not   often   in   someones   top   five      .      '

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[the-last-doppelganger]

“Well then, share your thoughts.”

“Is that what you want,” Elena said as she looked at Tristan. He was the picture of control, old money and as she had come to know, nobility. “I doubt you would be interested in what I think. Do you not have skilled negotiators, trusted advisors, who will give you better advice? Whose word you can rely upon? Definitely more than a lowly human doppelgänger,” the words were barbed, resentment bleeding through them. She’d overheard them before after all, from the Strix vampires.

“But, if you really want to know, I think the way you do these inductions is ruthless. Join or die? It seems like a high price to pay, especially when you’ve rigged the game to suit your interests.”

[nklsdtr]

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it isn't often that strangers traipse through the doors of the mikaelson compound. and even less so that an ominous chill radiates through hope's spine, rattle her bones to their core. focus drifts from the task at hand, the recently discovered grimoires of her aunt dahlia, no doubt a little more than light reading. swift motion brings her to nearby balcony, looking down at the unfamiliar face. slight furrow of brow, narrowing of gaze all her father. " who the hell are you? " hands grasp the guardrail, swift to jump to the ground level. it's but a moment before she is standing in front of tristan, short statured but a foreboding figure nonetheless. " ... and what makes you think that you can just walk into my home? "

[deceptivemorals]

❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞

              "age may grant us years, but wisdom? that’s a rarer prize, often mistaken for cunning or mere survival." elijah would not necessarily say that either of them has become wiser over time; more experienced, certainly; but wiser?

             "wisdom, what is it, truly? the ability to see beyond the self, to temper impulse with reflection? if that’s the measure, i wonder if either of us has claimed it. time can refine us, yes. it’d be a wonderful thing if it carved wisdom from our excesses. i’d like to believe it possible, that the centuries might soften our edges into something more than sharpened tools of our own making. but between us, tristan? i suspect it only hones the dance we’ve perfected—each step calculated, each feint a mirror of the last." although elijah has admittedly spent very little time watching tristan over the past couple of centuries – there was no joy nor desire in watching tristan shape the strix into something very opposite of what they were supposed to be. || @lordofthestrix

[hayleylabonairmarshall]

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On Tristan's birthday, Hayley sent Tristan a rock that had "suck on this" painted on it. She even gift-wrapped it.

[ladamedemartel]

It wasn't so much a single gift as a box of treats. Each appealing to the sensibilities his eternal companion seemed to be fondly looking back on as of late. Without the pious undertones, mind you. Renaissance illuminations. Depicting, in the most vibrant hues, memories only the two shared and knew about. A blown glass perfume bottle. Ever so precisely recreating one of her favored fragrances at the time. Her lavender, once again mixed with the old ways of ambergris and neroli. A silk fan. reinforced in ivory and decorated with small emeralds. A work of craftmanship, hand-painted inside with the landscape of one of their old Italian homes. Beyond passing interest, Tristan wasn't much of a true musician back then. Something he intended to remedy now with the notes of Aurora's own serenade for the viola da gamba. Music from the past, somehow new, composed with her as his muse. A scroll rested at the side. Next to some cameos and intaglio rings. Once removed the wax seal, it would reveal an invitation for a private soirée. And no hesitation of who was his everlastingly yearned for partner for every dance.

Aurora: -says Tristan's red flags are that he doesn't like the Renaissance and dances with people that aren't her-

Tristan: -presents her with a bae box-

Aurora: green flag

[kingmakercastle]

"Your promises don't mean very much."

Lucien looked at the sky, wondering what deity he had pissed off so much to have to deal with this asshole trying to claim he was the untrustworthy one between the two of them. It was mind-blowing to him that Tristan could continue to be this stupid and arrogant all these centuries later.

He gave a long and exasperated sigh before looking at Tristan. "I know I'll regret asking this...but why don't you trust me this time, pray tell?"

[survivingpierce]

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          katherine, dressed in a sparkly dress, blew out the match she had used to light the last remaining candle. "you can see these as a kind of birthday candles," and it somehow fitted, even if they were unusual birthday candles. 

          "i admit it’s a strange place for a birthday present, but this is exactly the place you were looking for. so i consider this a fitting gift. tadaa."

[noblehcart]

Here is an extensive challenge to compensate for all the memes I missed:

“ soundtrack ”

Olga & Tristan

Liesel & Tristan

Stefan & Tristan

Nina & Tristan

Marguerite & Tristan

Mia & Tristan

Kisa & Tristan

Liliya & Tristan

Darkest Liesel & Darkest Tristan

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Vampire Olga or Vampire OTMA

Hades & Persephone

Travelling worlds

send me “ soundtrack ” and i’ll tell you the song that plays when ours muses are on screen together @lordofthestrix

Olga & Tristan- Marianelli: Dawn (From "Pride & Prejudice" Soundtrack) & Arrival of the birds from The Theory of Everything

Liesel & Tristan- Wicked Game feat. Annaca & Love Lost (Piano Version) by Mattia Cupelli

Stefan & Tristan- No Time For Caution - Hans Zimmer & Destroyer Of Worlds by Ludwig Göransson

Nina & Tristan- The Magic Music Box by Jojo Comps AND ALSO Fantaisie-Impromptu Op. 66 by Chopin

Marguerite & Tristan- Paint It, Black (Epic Cello Version) by Diego Mitre & Potter Waltz by Patrick Doyle

Mia & Tristan- UNTOLD by Antonio Passaretti

Kisa & Tristan- Concerning Hobbits from Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring

Liliya & Tristan- Cloud Atlas Opening Title from Cloud Atlas

Darkest Liesel & Darkest Tristan- Feeling Good - EPIC VERSION

Vampire Olga or Vampire OTMA- The Forsaken Waltz by Joshua Kyan Aalampour

Hades & Persephone- That Next Place by Thomas Newman

Travelling worlds- Bronwyn and Arondir by Bear McCreary & Fate of the Fallen by Eternal Eclipse

[touchedbydestiny]

@lordofthestrix requested a starter (still accepting) || nadia & tristan

        tristan de martel was no stranger; they had met a few decades before. in the end, however, no deal had come about between them in any way, and eventually, she had not been dependent on it, anyway. she had found katherine all alone, even though it took her almost five hundred years. however, nadia strongly assumed that it was the overall circumstances that had ultimately made this possible. just because katherine had become human, she had become relevant to a larger group of people looking for her, including the traveller.

        nadia’s boots echoed in the warehouse, the stale air thick with old secrets. she found the sender of the card in her hands standing by a crate. no deal bound them now, but their past lingered – a failed bargain, an offer she refused and wasn't necessarily at all.

        "tristan," nadia said, voice sharp, stopping paces away. "chasing ghosts in warehouses? or did the strix run out of castles?" her smirk was cold, masking the wariness his presence sparked. "i do wonder what it is you want from me. as far as i remember, there's no debt to settle and i can't think of any reason why you would need something from me." she was too insignificant to be needed for anything that could not be provided by someone else.