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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 2:39 pm
Had Tristan been aware of the way Charlie viewed herself, he would have insisted otherwise. He was, as she guessed, looking through things through an artist lens but he would have remained terribly firm in his assertion that he thought she was beautiful. Where Charlie saw someone shapeless and plain; Tris saw a softer kind of beauty. He found the paleness of her hair complimenting to the bright color of her eyes. The rosiness of her cheeks, from her tears and embarrassment, helped showcase the paleness of her skin, and her eyes glistened from the tears bringing out their color.
Hodgepog as her style was, it seemed to suit her wonderfully and Tristan wouldn't have even considered that it was anything but uniquely, Charlie.
"I am sure," he said very quietly, that lingering sadness that clung to him like a cloak all too visible in the moment, "that you are someone that is important to him as well." While the man doubted that the young woman before him was the very same page he had met as a captain, he felt compelled to assure her that, if she was speaking of him, he too cared for her.
"It is hard to forget the people who give you hope, ya?" Tristan didn't know if that's quite what Charlie got from her mystery prince, but he knew that a kind page had given him hope once and a kind woman had given him hope too and without them, he might not have been standing here today.
Hiding his disappointment that the story was nothing more than a fable was difficult. When he nodded, he dropped that green-eyed gaze of his to his camera, who's straps he fiddled with as he listened to her speak. "Right. Of course." He'd been foolish to think that there was anyway that Charlie could be Connie.
"I hope that you find him soon. Or...he finds you." Looking up, Tristan offered his companion a strained and sorrowful smile.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 9:18 pm
There was something strange about the way she felt around him, again like it was as though she knew him somehow. It could just be because he reminded her of Aluminite, but there had to be something more to it. Those sad eyes seemed all too familiar, and yet she didn’t know why.
“I’ll find him,” she said with a nod, trying to keep the smile on her face as she looked up at Tristian. “And if he finds me first, that would be even better!” She refused to give up hope, not after she’d thought for a few minutes that he was dead. But Captain Tourmaline said he’d been changed, so that had to mean he was still alive somewhere, right?
Charlie lifted her hands to her face, once more scrubbing her eyes dry and giving her cheeks a couple taps to snap herself out of such crazy emotions she’d been having.
“Thank you, Tristian. Merci beaucoup. Vous êtes merveilleux,” she beamed up at him, hoping her French wasn’t too horrible for him to even understand. Taking a step back, Charlie reached down into her pocket to pull out her phone, opening up the contacts so that she offer it to him.
“If you ever need a subject for your pictures. I promise I won’t ruin them next time,” she said, hoping he realized she would just text him her number once he put in his information.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 9:50 am
Tristan found that the way Charlie spoke, with that positive determination, reminded him that his choices had been for the best. Being there, with this girl who smile brightly at him, who let him take pictures of her even when she thought there wasn't anything about her worth capturing in film, helped him remember that there were good and precious things about life that he could grip tightly in his hands if he let himself.
"I believe in you." While his voice was soft, it was still firm. "If two people are meant to meet again, they will." He might not have believed in red strings of fate, but he did believe that the people meant to be in each other's lives had little threads that drew them together from time to time. "Si vous avez de l'espoir, tout est possible." Switching back and forth wasn't necessary, but if Charlie was going to attempt French with him, he would indulge her and test how far she could go with what she knew.
The phone, however, surprised him, with the man blinking several times and staring at the phone like he didn't know what to do with it. Fiona had set him up with a phone under her name, until he was more settled and capable of being able to pay for things himself, but this was the first instance of someone seeking to get his. "Oh." Taking her phone was a clumsy endeavor, but he tried, and it took longer than he wanted to recall his newly set up phone number. Even worse was remembering the spelling for his chosen last name, but he managed and even added a little camera emoji to the end of it.
Returning her phone, he nodded with that sad and slightly strained smile on his lips. He had to think about his words, making sure the sentence flowed smoothly in his head, with the proper placement of verbs and nouns. "You could never ruin them." As far as Tristan was concerned, photographs always turned out exactly the way they needed to.
"Que nous nous retrouvions, Charlie." Sincerity lined every word and reluctantly he took a step back, feeling his heart sink at the prospect of either of them leaving without making plans to meet again. It would be fine, he knew, but this was a completely new life for him and making friends was...difficult.
He hoped Charlie would want him as his friend. With a wave of his hand and a mumbled, "Au Revoir," Tris hurried back to the street before she could regret getting his number or spending time with him.
Besides, the worst thing that could happen was that she'd never make use of his number. Which would be fine, he told himself, even if he desperately hoped that wouldn't be the case.
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