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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 12:01 pm
With the end of the semester coming up, Charlie found herself more and more lost in the piles of work her classes required. She did knight stuff when she could, but mostly it was just trying to keep on top of projects. And aside from texting Tristan to chat or share photos of what she was working on, or just silly memes or cat videos, she hadn’t had the chance to see him all that much, and not for very long.
Finally, she had a day when she could relax, so of course she texted Tristan to see if he would be able to meet up with her at a local coffee and tea shop. Not because she drank coffee, and she knew he preferred tea, but because it was getting cold out and she thought it might be nice to just sit somewhere.
And she had stuff to give him too.
She’s just pulled off her light pink and cream jacket to put over the back of her chair when she saw the tall brunet make his way into the cafe, and everything else was immediately forgotten.
“Tristan!” she smiled brightly and waved him over, waiting until he was close enough for her to throw her arms around his waist to hug tight. She had her long, light hair down today, so it probably looked like a mess. And probably clashed against the forest green sweater dotted with leopard print she wore.
“You look - exhausted. Why do you always look like you never sleep?” her smile dropped into a concerned frown as she pulled back to look up at him. It was distressing to think that he was still stressed and… her enthusiasm to see him probably didn’t help.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 11:42 am
Charlie might've been busy with school work, but Tristan hadn't been doing much of anything in the days that passed between the last time he'd seen her and now. Several months had passed since he had last gone to his wonder and there was guilt that gnawed at his insides whenever he thought about it. It had been several weeks that had passed since he'd last powered up too, not because he had become shy in the wake of the scuffle that had landed him on bed rest, per Fiona's strict orders and Danny's constant concern, but because he lacked the strength and energy to function on his own.
On his own in a way that mattered.
While Tristan had a tendency to not listen when he thought he was doing something for the greater good, he had to recognize that he'd frightened some of the people closest to him. That meant that if Fiona wasn't available to go out with him on patrol, he didn't go. His chest had healed, the ugly and ragged R unsightly and an ever present reminder that he was never going to be able to outrun his past.
It had made him receded into himself again, distancing himself from everyone because he didn't know what else to do. Life had been easier when he didn't have friends he worried about but it also had been lonelier.
But Charlie had asked to see him and it felt like a lifetime had passed since they last saw each other so of course he said yes. Getting to the cafe had reminded him of how long it had been since he used public transport and he was nearly late, having missed the first of two buses that would take him close enough.
"Charlie," he said in a voice that was somehow warm and tired at the same time. Strong arms wrapped around her to return her hug and he offered her a half smile, carefully patting her head. "I sleep," he countered weakly.
Tristan did sleep, but it was always poorly. Fitfully with lots of tossing and turning.
Careful fingers brushed hair from her forehead when he bent his head to press his lips gently against it. "I'm okay Charlie, I don't mean to worry you."
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 9:48 am
Charlie frowned in even more distress at Tristan’s response, although the kiss to her forehead had her shutting her mouth before she said anything else. His smile, although only half of one, was always nice to see. And she didn’t want him to worry about her worrying about him. That was a horrible circle to be in.
“I brought you some things I thought might be helpful,” she said, trying to change the subject from her worrying, as well as ignoring the pink that suffused into her cheeks. Gently, she pulled away from his embrace and turned back to where she’d set her things, pulling the light blue duffle bag up and onto the seat so she could unzip it.
“I’ve been collecting and making these. I saw how to do it online,” she explained as she pulled out an empty liter bottle with some tiny holes cut into the sides. “It’s for your garden, so you don’t have to go back and worry about watering all the time. You just bury these between the plants and then fill them up with water. And you can find them with these,” she added, showing him how she’d decorated what looked like coffee stirrers so they could be easily located.
“You don’t have to use them. I’ve only made about a dozen,” she explained, both still excited to see him, and nervous that he would think it was a stupid idea.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2018 11:32 am
Settling into the seat of the table that Charlie had acquired was easy enough, despite the fact that it then meant he had to urge her to let go even though she was pulling away of her on volition. Wrists sat on the edge of the table, dry hands running over each other as a nervous tick - one Tristan wasn't even aware that he was exhibiting.
Clearly distracted and beginning to get lost in his own head, Charlie's voice was a welcomed thing drawing his attention. Green eyes blinked curiously, the tall man shifting in his seat to lean forward and allow himself a better look at the things she was pulling out. One hand reached over to examine it closer, turning the bottle in his hand as she explained what he was supposed to do.
It's for your garden. The sentiment echoed in his head, brows furrowing while finger tips pressed against the plastic sides.
He couldn't remember the last time he went to his wonder, the last time he tested the dampness of the soil, or spoke with Amelia. Had they fought? (Probably. They were always fighting, it seemed.)
What day was it?
Months, it had been months since he'd gone back.
"I--" Tristan stopped, his throat feeling as dry as cotton. "Thank you." He said, instead of the doubts and worries and thoughts that were pressing against his skull.
The garden was probably dead, but he couldn't tell her that.
"This is all very lovely of you Charlie." He made himself say.
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