so I cross my heart & I hope to die//open

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] he remembered the days well. They'd always had so much fun. There had been times when the Welcott boys had litterally had each other on the floor rolling from laughter. Those had been the days. They had been happy and vitually care free. They had amazing social lives (not that social lives were everything of course), and did everythig together. Double dates, outings, attending shows and parites. They were well known in the upper crust of London still. They had even once attended a private party at Buckingham palalce. Kate Middleton was there that night, and Tristan had at one point, had quite the crush on her. Oliver had taken it upon himself to tell her so and that was the only time Tristan had ever really and truly been angry with his dear brother.

Hmmmm favorite p-play. Tristan thought to himself. Well this is probably going to sound terribly generic, but Phantom of the Opera. I really loved playing Raoul. I enjoyed Titanic the musical too.....I enjoy all the s-shows I'm in....B-but yah, P-Phantom would have t-to be my favorite...I-I did a lot of the minor roles i-in it when I was first s-starting out and then I got to d-do Raoul a-and that was my c-crowning moment. His eyes glowed with excitement as he even talked about it. Tristan thought himself one of the most fortuante people on the planet, beause his job was something he loved and couldn't live without and though it was often times hard work (which he was not afraid of), it was just plain fun.

Tristan smiled when he said that he didn't have to be nervous around her. People were always telling him that. His Gran was always saying that he didn't have to prove anything to anyone. That all he ever had to do was just be himself. Tristan knew this all to be true and agreed. But implimeting it proved harder than just the idea of it. Why he was nervous when he wasn't on stage was a mystery to even him. Tristan wasn't ashamed of who or what he was or where he'd come from. He didn't feel the need to prove anything, unless he was on stage, so why the stutter? Gran had wanted him to go to a shrink, but he'd refused. He didn't do all the mental medicine stuff.

Tristan shook his head in the negative when she asked if the reason he had chosen to be an actor was to escape who he was. N-no...not really. He brows furrowed as he thought about it. I-I'm confident in who I am on and o-off stage...But again....I guess i-it just comes down to a comfort thing. He shrugged and sighed. It d-doesn't really make sense to me either. Maybe that was Tristan's problem, he didn't understand himself. He studied characters to the point of understanding, he knew all their complexities, their wants, their likes and dislikes. But perhaps he just hadn't taken the time to really study himself.

Tristan as becoming very curious as Brooklyn lead him out of the bar and into the woods. They wound through for about 5 or 6 minutes, which was a long time when one didn't know where they were being lead too. We're not going to ax murder hollow or something, are we? Tristan teased. He trusted Brooklyn, though they'd only met tonight. But if he didn't, he wouldn't have followed her.

After ducking under branches and dodging pricker bushes and thistles, in the dark by the way, the finally came to a clearing. Tristan looked about it as Brooklyn spoke and smiled. Looking at her he nodded I can see why you like it so much. It's beautiful. The view of the lighthouse was amazing. Tristan loved lighthouses. They all seemed so mysterious to him, as if they held the secrets of the world within their lonely towers. He'd never shared this with anyone, because he didn't think anyone else would really understand it. Coming back to the current goings on, Tristan looked down to see Brooklyn laying on the earthy floor, looking up at the sky. He laid down flat on his back beside her, but instead of looking at the sky, he looked at her for a few moments first.

Pale moonlight flooded the clearing and glowed off of Brooklyn's silky-smooth skin. Her eyes twinkled with reflective starlight while her pigmented lips formed a sweet smile. Blinking, Tristan smiled. She was gorgeous. More gorgeous than the moon and stars and sun combined. After a moment, he looked up at the sky. I-in the flat we lived in as children, we had a rooftop g-garden. Oliver and mum and dad and I used to lay up there on summer nights and stargaze. Mum taught us all the different constellations and where the Milky Way is. Tristan gave a little half contented sigh. He missed his parents so very much. Especially now with the way things were with Oliver. I miss those times....Life was so much simpler than....D-Do you ever w-wish you could be a child a-again....E-even if it was only for a day or two? Tristan asked as he moved his head to look at her one more, hoping she wouldn't think his question odd or any such thing.
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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn smiled fondly. ”I hope I get to see that side of him.” Sure, he made some wise cracks but they were few and far between. Plus a bit dry. Then again, he was British so dry humor was in their nature. Still, they were amazing when it came to creative things. She loved so many British things and would start to appreciate more. ”You’d make a good Raoul. You seem like the hopeless romantic type, fighting for the one he wants.” That was certainly a fantastic play. She had seen it several times along with her favorite one. Not always in England though. Most of the time she had seen Phantom of the Opera in America but it was more authentic in England. Perhaps because of the accents or because it originated in England. Brooklyn rubbed at her upper arm while she shrugged. ”I’m not saying it’s about confidence. I just know sometimes people like escaping their lives. I know I do when I design. I like to imagine different stories that led up to this person getting married. Or that it’s myself.” Sure, every girl dreamed of her wedding day. Just she didn’t have an idea of who she wanted it to be with. Maybe Gerad Butler. That thought made Brooklyn laugh inside her own head. A wedding for Brooklyn was a long ways off, though, as she actually had to find a guy and be committed. Not that she didn’t want a relationship just that part of her life was always complicated. Just like everything else in little Miss Sawyer’s life As they were walking, she turned to face him, walking backwards. Brooklyn even surprised herself that she was able to do this sober. In wedges. ”No. why? Do I look like the ax murder type?” She raised a brow inquisitively before she chuckled. As her body turned, she shook her head, surprised at how much fun she was having. Even more so she was taking someone to “her spot”. Just about everyone who had grown up here had some sort of hiding spot they liked to go to. Their own little escape from the sleepy town life. Not that she disliked Hope Harbor but sometimes one needed to find some time to be on their own. Like this little clearing. In the spring and summer, little wild flowers dotted the greenery and all the trees-not just the pines-were full. It was the perfect shade to keep cool on those hot days. ”Yeah, it is. Each season it looks has it’s own magic to it. My escape from my life… Brooklyn trailed off, saying the last words softly. After she took a moment to look around, Brooklyn dropped her elbows and rested her hands across her stomach. Her head turned to watch Tristan as he talked. She noticed as the night went on his stutter had died down a little. Not significantly but enough. She figured it was the liquid courage like it was her destressor. She knew eventually this night would have to end but now that he knew about her, she could visit Oliver while he was visiting. That made her happy. Well, because she could visit her friend, she rationalized. When he turned to her, her eyes looked away a moment while she sighed then went back to his. ”Yeah I do. My life is a...is a mess right now. I wish I could go back and pretend that fairies still existed and I could ride around on a unicorn.” A soft smile formed on his lips. ”I’ve never brought anywhere here before. I’m glad you were the first one.” it‘s edited to fit the current setting

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele