St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Water
Oct 17, 2016 7:13:52 GMT
Post by Tristan McAlister on Oct 17, 2016 7:13:52 GMT
So, he and Eoin were avoiding each other. He wasn't really sure if it was a conscious effort on either of their parts but it just sort of happened. Tristan was not a man who articulated his emotions well, he felt them intensely but privately and asking forgiveness for something like the use of a blood purist slur felt... insurmountable. Shameful. Dirty. He couldn't do it, and because he couldn't do it he had to be satisfied with awkward run ins at work and little glances into Eoin's life as he stood on the sidelines. They hadn't really had a direct interaction in ages although he kept up on him through mutual friends and occasionally through the papers. His roommate was under house arrest, along with Theo (mental note: go yell at Theo) and there were still the occasional blurbs about them in the Prophet. Things sounded intense, and that explained why Eoin often looked... intense. Worn out, maybe? Off. Tristan was on his way out after a long and mentally exhausting shift. He wasn't fond of his 'temporary' partner since Theo was gone (it was feeling less and less temporary by the day) and found himself irrate whenever he was leaving work. It was hard not to be, he had no tolerance for incompetence. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket, hood up to cast a shadow on the scowl he wore on his face. His bitter mood was lifted by the sight of a small, adorable pharmacist standing just beyond the entrance to St. Mungo's. His mood promptly plummeted again when it appeared that Eoin Cavanaugh was actually waiting for someone, not just standing around waiting to make his heart skip a beat or five. That someone was most definitely not him, but Tristan would capitalize on the opportunity anyway. Very covertly. His gaze stayed very firmly on the ground as he approached, heart quivering in anticipation. This had to work, there was no way that he could just strike up a conversation but below that sulky refusal to admit he was wrong was a desperate need that only grew the closer he got. There was a void in his life without Eoin. When he and Eoin stopped speaking it had left a tiny little hole in his stony heart. That hole grew bigger and bigger and now it was a gaping reminder of what he'd done, what he lost when he let his temper get the better of him. As he meant to pass by Eoin he intentionally (although he played it off like an accident) knocked into the man's side. Tristan was a big man and Eoin was not, the collision would likely send him back a few steps at least. "Whoa." he said, reaching out a hand (that only slightly trembled with nerves) to steady Eoin. "You alright?" If only he could open the lines of communication, Tristan was sure he could make things right. Somehow. |
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St.Mungo's
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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Water
Oct 23, 2016 6:47:17 GMT
Post by Eoin Cavanaugh on Oct 23, 2016 6:47:17 GMT
Of all the things that Eoin thought could happen this month, him going on a date wasn't one of them. His home life and personal life were both strained, he still had a little crush on a very gorgeous and (apparently) blood purist co-worker ... but here he was, with a date. Mali had finally received a glimmer of hope in her life, and maybe he would too. Maybe things could return to normal, and he could enjoy dating a very sweet, very handsome not blonde, strong Hit Wizard. Just maybe things were going to work out okay.
Even if they didn't, at least he looked nice. The world could go to heck, but he was ready for the occasion - dressed in black jeans, a nice shirt and a knitted vest over top - and his nails were painted a pretty ruby red. He'd changed in the pharmacy and hurried out a few minutes early, wanting to miss the shift change and hoping that Ollie would get there quickly, but here he was waiting - and Ollie hadn't shown. Eoin tried not to entertain depressing thoughts like see, he doesn't like you when he's not dying and relax near the entrance, but was interrupted by someone knocking into his side. Eoin wasn't paying attention and was bumped more than a few steps away by someone very solid... and tall... and blonde...
Eoin's cheeks flamed up without warning, and he frowned at the floor, wishing his face wouldn't betray him. He could date. There wasn't anything wrong with that. Eoin deserved better, he reminded himself, and managed to keep his features coworker-neutral when Tristan reached out towards him. "Um," he managed, wishing that Tristan's touch didn't make his heart speed up. "I'm fine. You?" Eoin looked up at Tristan's face, brow furrowed thoughtfully and both wishing that Ollie would hurry and take his time.
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St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Water
Oct 26, 2016 8:50:02 GMT
Post by Tristan McAlister on Oct 26, 2016 8:50:02 GMT
Tristan had an affect on Eoin, but it wasn't necessarily one he wanted. The pharmacist blushed but frowned and his heart broke just a little bit more. What Tristan wouldn't give to be the reason Eoin's face lit up, to see that dazzling smile again. He was shameful in his need, it hurt to want something so much and to have it sitting just out of reach. He knew what he needed to do to fix everything, and on some level he wanted to do it but as many times as the words 'I'm sorry' bubbled up, he couldn't articulate them. They died on his tongue, just like their budding relationship had. Damn that wicked tongue of his.
Eoin didn't move away from him, that was definitely a step in the right direction, wasn't it? Tristan held on far too long, fingers tight around the man's shoulder even after he managed to steady him. He held the man like he was a life line, and if he let go he would be swept out to sea, drown in loneliness. His heart fluttered and rose up in his chest when Eoin returned his question. The desperation in Tristan made him twist the simple 'you?' into a show of interest, of caring which simultaneously felt wonderful and terrible. "Me? I'm fine. Sorry, I didn't see you there. Just heading home." he managed to pry his fingers off of Eoin, hand dropping loosely down by his side. "Alone." So, so alone.
Meri was his wonderful roommate, a true friend but she was awfully busy with work and quidditch, it was like he never saw her anymore. Besides, her friendship while great, didn't fill the void the loss of Eoin left behind. It was risky to pry, especially given Eoin's no nonsense nature but Tristan had too, for his own sake. "You waiting for something or..?" Someone. He didn't have the heart to finish that sentence, shoving his hands into his pockets and slumping his shoulders.
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St.Mungo's
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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Water
Oct 31, 2016 3:55:24 GMT
Post by Eoin Cavanaugh on Oct 31, 2016 3:55:24 GMT
Tristan looked... different. Eoin had always had the sense that the other man needed something, but in the café, at the gala, even around the hospital that need had been woven into Tristan's charm, that thread of sincerity making Tristan's smile and intensity easy to fall for, to get lost in. Now it seemed a little off, a little more heartbreaking, and Eoin looked up at Tristan with a furrowed brow, wondering if it was really need for Eoin, or just wanting something that Tristan couldn't have. He couldn't say, and (as Eoin reminded himself again), it didn't matter, because just as Tristan's presence had altered, so had their relationship.
But he didn't move. He both wanted to and didn't; but his body and instinct betrayed him and he remained rooted, grounded through Tristan's hand and a thin, inconsequential (in comparison) thread of gravity. He had to raise an eyebrow at Tristan's remark, though. "I'm not that short," he informed Tristan, more amused than anything, gently propping his hands on his hips. The emphasis on "alone" effectively damaged the half-smile on Eoin's lips, and the posture vanished as quickly as it had formed. "Ah. Sometimes, um, a quiet evening is nice," Eoin tried, not wanting to venture into deeper waters.
It was too late for that, though, as Tristan asked what Eoin was doing, and Eoin bit his bottom lip, having the grace to look a little awkward. "I'm waiting for someone," he clarified, tone falsely bright, glancing past Tristan to see if Ollie was waiting. He still wasn't there, and Eoin had started to wonder if he'd been stood up or if Ollie had gotten himself into another disaster. "Though he's a little late." This was so uncomfortable. Caught between a tall, entirely too present blonde, and an absent, sweet brunette, and Eoin wasn't sure what way to go.
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St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Water
Nov 11, 2016 18:40:29 GMT
Post by Tristan McAlister on Nov 11, 2016 18:40:29 GMT
Oh, no. No.. There had been a smile, at least part of one and Tristan had wiped it right off Eoin's lips. The same lips that both saved him and woke him up at the coffee shop. Those lips and that smile broke down the stronghold that Tristan had built around his heart and let the 'not that short' man into a place that few had managed to reach. A place of softness and need and feeling. Not many got to see Tristan feel, to see the emotion so clearly written on his face. Right now regret was worn across his features without shame. He had a brief moment of normalcy with Eoin and his own bitterness ruined it, the word 'alone' had just rolled off his lips without any thought of it's effect.
His own posture spoke of a man defeated by his own demons, slumping and withdrawn. "Yeah." he nodded, gaze drifting away from the man. "Sometimes." Sometimes it was nice, other times like tonight it was very lonely and isolating. The longer he had left alone to stew in his regret and loneliness the longer the smashed pieces of his heart had to heal and scar up alone, with mismatched edges that didn't quite go together. He needed Eoin to put them right again, before it was too late. Tristan, of course, was his own worst enemy.
The moment the question left his lips, an apology nearly followed, kicking the word 'someone' out of the way with it's eagerness to be said. He just looked so cute in his awkwardness. Eoin's answer was like a blow to his chest, the cheery tone and look beyond him pulled the air right out of his lungs making it impossible to articulate much of anything, much less an apology. How could someone feel like they're plummeting when their feet were firmly on the ground? Tristan did get a little satisfaction when Eoin clarified that his friend... his companion was a little late. Tristan retreated behind his mask, face falling neutral as if on command. He couldn't be hurt there. All attempts, intentional or not, would smash into pieces against his protective wall. He did manage to hurl a barb over said wall, though. "Late or stood up?" he asked, hands hiding in his pockets.
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