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Jason smiled a little wider, and took her hand, shaking it. "Jason." he said. He let go of her hand, then waved it at the grass next to him. "Sit down, if you don't mind getting that pretty dress a little dirty...." his smile widened a bit, and he closed his sketchbook, putting it and his pencil under his knee.

He laughed a bit, turning to face her more. The singer of the song that was sounding from his headphones had started singing loudly, but it still sounded as if it were a whisper. He smiled a bit. "No. Actually, this is really the first place I've been." he paused, then raised an eyebrow. "I just moved here." he then explained, not wanting there to be any confusion. He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a wand, rolling it between his fingers carefully. He didn't seem to be doing it for any reason except out of need for something for his hands to do.

After his sister had gone off to follow the elf, Saber decided to escape the manor before she got back. His mind and body lead him back to the cemetary where he felt more relaxed. Slowly, he walked down one row of grave stones then another before finding a place to sit back and relax.

Jezebel paused, shocked that her friend would have done this. She sat there for a moment, stunned, but then pulled him close into a hug, breaking the kiss. Many thoughts went through her mind on what she should do or say, but all she could do was hug him.

The tall, cloaked figure slipped into the cemetary, silent as a shadow. He glided between headstones, until he reached a stone gazebo. He reached out, brushing the pillars with his fingertips, humming softly as he stepped inside. She had been here, and recently, at that. He took a seat under the high-vaulted room, crosslegged, adn pulled out a small wood flute, polishing it, lovingly.

Tristian paused to process what he'd heard. Like...girls? he silently repeated to himself, swallowing hard as he turned away from her and closed his eyes tightly. Or do you just not like me that way and want someone else...he couldn't help but mumble. He clenched his teeth to refrain from letting the tears that built up run down his cheeks and let his image disappear into the grass below him.

Wrapped in his cloak still, his image reappeared a short distance away, leaning against the cement foundation of the fountain. God I'm an idiot... he mumbled to himself, not realizing anyone was near. Of course she likes girls...she'd like anything rather than like me...he continued, burrying his face against his knees as he wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. Stupid, Tristian...no wonder people don't like you...

Tristian closed his eyes tightly and shook his head against his knees still. This always happens...It's like no matter who I like...they dont' want to return it... he sent to her, keeping silent on his side.