I never told you, what I should've said...tristan

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn had flown sixteen hours and roughly three-thousand seven hundred fifty miles to get to London on time. She wanted to get here before their New Year’s celebrations began. That meant leaving very early on Sunday after her heart to heart with Oliver on Saturday. She had gotten in this morning and slept for a few hours. She didn’t want to do anything until after Tristan’s performance. There were some little things she had planned that would only work if she had time to execute them just right. Which meant Brooklyn needed to rest before running around London trying to find the things she needed. It felt like forever finding what she needed. Thankfully Oliver gave her a tip of where to find one of the items she needed. The other items worked with the help of Google and the concierge at the hotel. After four hours of running around, she was back at her hotel room preparing for the night. In between getting herself ready, she was preparing the gifts of sorts she had gotten him. One had to be kept chilled which would pose a bit of a problem. Still, she had that covered. Brooklyn called down to the desk and discussed having someone bring the bag to her around the ending of the play. She’d obviously pay them extra which helped things drastically. Most of the night the place would be dead as people would be at pubs or in the streets celebrating. The play was set to end somewhere around nine o’clock. So she’d meet Leo as soon as the play was over then go around to where the actors gather. Oliver had already taken care of that for her, discretely having her name added without tipping Tristan off. Hopefully their efforts would pay off. After everything that had happened back in Maine things really could go one way or the other. As soon as she was satisfied with her appearance, Brooklyn slipped the smaller item clad in a velvet drawstring bag into her clutch. Her eyes scanned to make sure her ticket, passport, id and some extra cash was in there. Once she checked herself in the mirror just one more time, she stopped by the desk to drop off the bag. After they inspected it to make sure it was safe to put in their fridge, they gave Brooklyn a funny look. A small, but amused, smile appeared as she mentioned it was an inside joke. Once they talked over when they were to meet her, Brooklyn waved down a London taxicab and was off to the theatre where Tristan was performing in West Side Story. Back home, some people dressed very down for this particular musical put seeing as it was the evening, she tried to dress up some. That and she waned to look nice for when she saw Tristan again. Her midnight blue dress was made of satin while her cream lace shawl matched the cream satin heels. Her hair was pulled up in a somewhat formal half updo with curls falling down her back and over her shoulders. The way she had done her make-up was soft, just hints of shimmer. The jewelry was minimal and tasteful, making it so she didn’t stand out in any way possible. Brooklyn gave her ticket and blended in with the crowd as she moved into the lobby of the theater. She gazed around, finding some posters of the performers. Seeing an image of Tristan she smiled, her heart feeling light. She felt like some lovesick schoolgirl as she went to find her seat. It was about halfway down, a perfect view of the stage but not where she could be easily seen. At least she hoped. Tristan had no reason to think she was here. She had all but said she didn’t want to be with him and as far as most people knew she was in her shop right now working. HA! If only he knew. And if he even thought that, he probably no longer cared. All Brooklyn could do was pray that his mind would be changed after she tried to get him to hear her out. The performance went by in a blur. She drank it in but was eager for the end. As the crowd rose to their feet, she did the same. Her delicate hands clapped together while she refrained from whistling out and drawing any sort of attention to her. A glance at her phone showed a call from the hotel and then a number she didn’t recognize. She did her best to hurry along with the crowds but some moved slow. Apparently some of the cast had come out to talk to the people who had come to see them. Brooklyn rushed right by those gathering crowds, unsure if Tristan was one of them. If he saw her too soon, it might ruin things. She was hoping to go by his dressing room. Brooklyn had a whole cheesy line planned out that went along with a conversation they had back that first night they met. A conversation having to do with what was in the bag she was grabbing from Leo now. Once she gave him his tip, she made her way towards the door performers used. There was someone there who asked for her name which was thankfully on the list. She made a mental note to thank Oliver. Being New Year’s Eve, there seemed to be a lot of patrons mixed out back. Or what she assumed to be a lot. Mostly they seemed to be loved ones ready to ring in two thousand thirteen with those they cared about. She found it sweet but didn’t reminisce for too long. Brooklyn had her sights set on some sandy brown hair she could spot a mile away. It never seemed to take long for it to get out of control. On stage it looked fairly well managed. How in twenty minutes did it go back to the normal Welcott hairstyle? A near silent chuckle left her lips as she pressed against a wall, waiting until her pulled away from the group of people he was talking to. Thankfully there was a small group of people between them keeping her just out of sight. Though if he did more then casually glance her way, there’d be no denying who stood leaning against that wall. so it‘s so crummy ><

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] Someone said they thought they had seen her waiting for him outside, he nodded, thanked them, and headed to the exit. Myrna Grayston, was his leading lady. "His" Maria...but only on stage. In real life, though she wanted at Tristan in the worst way, there was nothing there. She was a sweet girl, but not his type. He was only taking her to the party because everyone else in the cast had a date besides the two of them, and he hadn't wanted her to feel left out. Myrna knew his reasons, he'd made it clear that he had no further interest in her, but she had every hope of winning the young Welcott's heart.

Coming outside, he saw her standing there in her dress, hat and coat. She smiled and waved, than sauntered to him sexily. They exchanged a few words, than Tristan offered her his arm and began to walk to the limo that was waiting for them only a few feet away. Cameras flashed everywhere, people were asking for autographs and comments. Tristan offered a few of both and he and Myrna paused for pictures. In the flurry somehow he walked right past Brooklyn without noticing she was there, but only because he hadn't looked in her direction. Opening the Limo door for his co-star, he allowed her to get in before getting in himself. The door closed and the limo began to pull away, just as Tristan looked up and saw Brooklyn standing against the wall. He did a double take than yelled Stop the car1 He jumped out with no other explanation and bounded towards Brooklyn, nudging those he needed to out of the way.

Looking rather bewildered when he reached her, his large eyes twinkled and he grinned. B-Brooklyn?! What are y-you doing h-here?! She looked absolutely stunning, the most beautiful picture of a woman Tristan had ever seen anywhere in all his days. He was so absorbed, he didn't even notice Myrna calling for him, and forgot about the crowds and reporters and fans surrounding them. [/ul][/size]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE When Tristan pulled away from the group of people, Brooklyn thought she’d have a chance. She even began to move away from her spot on the wall as her hands reached in her clasp for the velvet puch. As she took a few steps, she was stopped short by the sight in front of her. Tristan with the girl who played opposite him in the play. Of course-it happened all the time. Actors falling for their costars that is. Plus, she couldn’t really have expected him to wait around for her. She had told him no. Not maybe or when he got back to Maine. She had said she didn’t want to be with anyone. Still, she got that same feeling she did that night. Like all the air was gone from within her. Tears fought to escape the corners of her eyes again. Being someplace with strangers helped her keep her composure. That and watching them as they posed for the cameras. Yes, she had to see that so she would stop caring. That was the only way Brooklyn could move on. If that’s what you could call it after. People loved him and them together. She didn’t realize how famous he was in the playacting world until now. Sure, he said he didn’t have to audition anymore but he was really famous. It made her feel happy for him. She knew he’d have a great life. If she saw him back in Maine, after she felt like she had healed a bit, they could make small talk and move on from there. One day she’d let herself trust again and move on herself. Settle down, maybe have a family and dye sewing wedding gowns for the young brides in town. Or perhaps she’d be a spinster, living her life thinking on the what if’s while imagining what life would be like if she had seized the moment instead of being scared. Brooklyn would learn to live with whatever life had to throw her way. Her grandmother did after losing the love of her life. Brooklyn could too. Tristan would always be the one that got away to her. Considering more people had arrived after her, she went back to being pressed against the wall. More actors from the play filed out, signing autographs and having their photos taken. As soon as the people to her left were done she could make a getaway. Brooklyn would book her ticket home as she had left it fairly open ended. When coming here she wasn’t sure the outcome so no second ticket had been booked. Just she had to find a better way to cope then ending up drunk again. Well, she’d find a better way to cope after tonight. Tonight Brooklyn would go to the hotel bar to knock a few back. Thankfully, it being New Year’s Eve, there’d be plenty of people in the bar. The brunette didn’t have to be alone with her thoughts. That could be saved for when she got home. Her grandmother and parents were the only ones aside form Oliver who knew she was coming here. Yes, she had told her staff she had to go away on a personal matter but none knew what. Though if anyone had seen Brooklyn this week they knew she needed to take time away. One couldn’t meet with clients with a drink in their system and tears in their eyes. When the crowd began to part, she took the opportunity to start to eye her way out. Except it wasn’t parting to the side of her but directly in front of her. There was a commotion and a second later Tristan bounded through, that goofy grin on his face. A grin no longer meant for her. Her mouth opened to speak when suddenly there were lights around them flashing. Yeah having people in her face like this was why she hadn’t tried to become a well known fashion designer. After she tore her gaze away from the mass amount of people around her, she heard his date calling after Tristan. “Um it’s-it’s nothing. I just came here to, uh, to see you perform and, erm, give you this.” Brooklyn handed him the brown bag and started to duck away. She didn’t get too far before her Brooklyn spirit came back and she turned on her heels. Some might have thought maybe it was the flashing lights in her face causing her to turn away as some reporters were asking her questions about how she knew Mister Welcott. No, Brooklyn came here to say something and she would say it. Her body moved so she was maybe half a foot in front of him. “No that’s a lie. I came here to fight for you. I came here to tell you that that night, I lied. I don’t think we’re better off just friends. I was scared because you were the first guy to get me to open up and love that way. I tried to make up a million excuses to justify my response: the distance, my past with men, you deserving better, our mutual friendship with Oliver, even that I just didn‘t love you but none of that was true. I came,” Brooklyn paused because her voice started to shake and she was getting embarrassed having so many people around them. This was not how she planned to do this. Making an impassioned plea with what? Nearly a hundred people listening, including some of his cast mats who were gazing curiously from where Tristan posed for pictures moments earlier. She tore her eyes away to look Tristan back in those brilliant eyes of his. Her lips twitched wanting to smile but it was a very soft one at that. For that moment, she just ignored everyone else, forgetting about them. “I came to ask you if you wanted to share my ham sandwich with me.” A nervous laugh left her lips as one shoulder shrugged up in a defeated manner. That line was really corny line but it had meaning to her. That was the night Tristan had comforted Brooklyn and tried everything he could to make her laugh because she was having a terrible night. That’s the night things really began to change. That night is when Brooklyn knew she felt more then friendship for Tristan but denied it to everyone. Even herself. Now, it was undeniable to everyone back home. Her voice dropped as her gaze did, something she very often did around Tristan as her made her nervous. “I want to tell you not to go with her so badly but I can’t but it’s too late. I’m the one who messed up and let you go. Which I‘m doing-letting go.” Tristan deserved to be happy and if that other woman made him happy, Brooklyn wouldn’t hold him back. No matter if she loved him or not. When she looked back up at him, a weak smile grazed her face for just moments. A lump was swallowed back as she looked up, seeing a very pissed off woman standing by the limo. “You should go. Your date is waiting.” Brooklyn herself probably wouldn’t be able to move until he did. They were in the center of a circle of cameras. Even some of what she assumed to be fans of his had their phones out. A couple looked like they were recording this. Lovely, something embarrassing of her to end up on YouTube. The humiliation of her pouring her heart out to someone who was taken in the middle of a different country being played to countless people. Yeah, Brooklyn was thrilled about that. She knew at least Oliver would understand her wanting to run away. Though Brooklyn would probably not see him as often. There were similarities between him and Tristan which would just be too painful for her to bear right now. Her hand gripped around the velvet pouch, finding the words inscribed on that keychain in there completely useless now. squee!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] he breathed and took the bag from her, but it didn't really register. Tristan was far too distracted by her just being here at the moment. Y-you look incredible B-Brooklyn. Of all the things he could have imagined happening after the show tonight, he'd never imagined that Brooklyn Sawyer would be waiting for him.

As the media crowded around them, shoving cameras and mics and all the rest into Brooklyn's face. Tristan turned to them, giving one of those "if looks could kill" glares. Do you mind?! Tristan shouted at them, then after holding the look for a moment longer, so they knew he meant business, he turned back to Brooklyn.

Tristan's brows furrowed and his head inclined, as she said she'd lied, but the crocked smile stayed on his features. He couldn't have removed it had he tried. What could she have lied about? Tristan mused, and turned his attention to her. His grin grew larger as he heard what she was saying. Brooklyn. he said softly, but she continued to speak, as if she hadn't even noticed he'd said her name. Tristan laughed when she said the bit about the sandwich and suddenly realized what was in the bag she had handed him. He opened the bag and laughed harder, not because he was mocking her, but because he couldn't' believe she'd remembered. It meant a lot to Tristan, not the sandwich of course, but the fact that she'd remembered and how adorable it was that she'd brought it. Brooklyn I-i... he began, but Brooklyn started talking again, before he could get the words out.

Tristan didn't understand what she'd meant when she started talking about telling him not go with 'her'. Who was this 'her' and than he remembered about Myrna in the car. Tristan inwardly chuckled at the thought of him and Myrna together for real. She was so completely not his type. Brooklyn....w-would you just s-shut up? Tristan said, but had to laugh when she continued to speak, telling him to go with his date.

Dropping the brown paper bag, Tristan put his arms around Brooklyn and pulled her into the most passionate, beautiful kiss. His heart beat so fast and so hard, he could barely breathe, but still he continued to kiss her. Tristan kissed her with all he had and then some. Finally, when he had nothing left, he broke it off and looked at her. Panting he said I-I'm not with M-Myrna....I was just taking h-her to the cast p-party because neither of u-us had a d-date.....I don't l-love Myrna...I love you....Brooklyn. Tristan caressed her cheek gently. Wait here. He said softly and kissed her on the lips one more time before pulling away. Tristan jogged over to the limo, said a few words to Myrna, she was upset, but Tristan wasn't going to give into her complaints. He apologized that he couldn't accompany her, and asked her to make is excuses to the rest of the cast.

Brushing off the brigade of questions, Tristan returned to Brooklyn, picked up the bag with the sandwich, and taking her hand, lead her back into the theater and closed the door behind them. They're not a-allowed in here. Tristan lead her through the mostly empty theater now. Only a few stage hands were left. They stopped at a door with a star on it, the name "T. Welcott" was scrawled across it. Pulling the key out of his pocket, he unlocked it and held the door open for her, indicating that she should go in first. Tristan closed it behind them and locked it. Setting the sandwich on the dressing table, he looked at her. I can't believe you're h-here he told her, than moving towards her, couldn't help but take her in his arms and kiss her once again. He'd waited so long to do so, every time they'd been near each other in Hope Harbor, he'd longed to take her in his arms. And now Brooklyn was his to do so and Tristan wanted to make her feel like the most special, and beautiful girl in the world. Because to him, she was. [/ul][/size]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE When Brooklyn got into one of her many moods she sort of ignored everything else. Sure, she heard what Tristan was saying but was ignoring it until she was done. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say until she was done. She came here to tell him what she thought and how she felt. Until she was done, Brooklyn didn’t want to hear him say how it was too late and that he had moved on. It was clear he had to her(at least when she started this tirade) because of who he was with. She was gorgeous and lied here. Tristan could see her more often then he say Brooklyn. She lived thousands of miles away and wasn’t as successful as this woman. Yes, she owned a shop and designed custom pieces for people but she wasn’t wealthy nor famous. The only reason she didn’t have school loans was because she was a military brat. But she had a mortgage on her shop and bills ot pay for that each month as well as helping out with bills since she was living with her grandmother. Not very high class. When Tristan laughed at her she frowned and couldn’t help but stomp a heel clad foot. “Tristan stop this isn’t funny! I’m being serious.” She was standing here telling him how she felt and he was laughing at her! Though that moment to pass she started to process some of the things he had said including her looking “incredible.” Why would he say that, in front of these people who were taking pictures and videos? If his date or girlfriend or whoever she was couldn’t hear him she would find out he had said that. Surely she would not be too pleased to hear about Tristan calling someone else incredible looking. She knew she wouldn’t exactly feel great knowing that. But Brooklyn could be a pretty jealous at times. With her hands gripping around her waist, she glanced out of the corners of her eyes at the people around them. They were no longer as close but it was almost dead silent. Everyone was trying to pick up on what they were saying. Hopefully all of this stayed in England. She wasn’t sure how the rag magazines worked here as stage acting was generally valued higher then film acting. So who knew if Tristan ever ended up on those pages? And if so if she would end up on them? Once she was done with everything she wanted to say, she pulled her lips inwards partly and bit down gently. All she wanted was for him to leave so she could leave herself. Get away from this crowd. But as usual, Tristan found ways to surprise her. Right there, in the middle of all these people-all these strangers-he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Not just a simple, chaste kiss. No, it was one of those that made people shout get a room. One that made her realize, she had been a fool. The emotion she felt in that kiss between them was intense. Her hands went up and gripped at his elbows as she leaned into the kiss, smiling as she pressed against him. Despite the fact that she hated that they were surrounded by cameras, she really didn’t care. Tristan obviously still cared. She could tell with the fervor of him kissing her. When he pulled away she couldn’t help but let out a gentle sound of protest. The only reason she didn’t pretend to act all pouty was when he said he loved her. Yup, totally worth coming out here and telling how she felt. “I love you too.” When he moved away, she watched him. “Oh, right,” she thought to herself quickly. He had to go tell his date what was happening. For a moment she thought it might turn out different with the look on the girls face but he had told Brooklyn that he loved her. Not this other woman-Myrna. While she stood there, some people took the chance to ask her questions. All she really could do was blush. Her arms rested across her midsection before she lifted the right one, the one on top and waved casually. “Hello,” she said after she chuckled nervously. After that she just ignored the questions while shifting nervously. Despite the people around her, she felt a chill go through her, causing her to pull her wrap around her closer. The piece of fabric wasn’t really thick but it was enough to keep out the chill. Perhaps there was a bit of a chill because of her being nervous around all these people. Or a combination of her nervous and being out here in the middle of winter. When Tristan came back around and grabbed her, she couldn’t help but laugh melodically. A wicked thought went through her and she couldn’t help but turn her head and wave with her free hand at everyone behind them. That was sure to make them go a little crazy. “Tristan I’m in heels! I can’t move that fast,” she grumbled out though she still did fairly well in keeping up. Once in his dressing room she only got to gaze around at the place for a few seconds. He was back in front of and Brooklyn gripped at the front of his jacket and shook her head. “It was sort of last-” Tristan cut her off by kissing her again. One hand went up to cup along his neck as she returned the affection. Once satisfied she pulled back and finished off with, “minute.” Her lips puckered in amusement as she snaked her arms around his waist and leaned into embrace him. She made a mental note to thank Oliver later for pulling her out of her down state. When she pulled away, she kept her arms around him, rubbing both thumbs along his back tenderly. “I’m sorry I made you wait.” A loving smile appeared on Brooklyn’s face as she gazed into his eyes. “You were really great tonight. I guess it’s worth coming out here more often,” she teased. Though it would take a it of maneuvering around, Brooklyn would figure out getting here as often as she could with work. It would take some time getting used to the traveling and time adjustments but she had done it while a kid with her family. She could do it as an adult for the guy she was dating. It was then she remembered she was gripping the black, velvet pouch. She pulled her hands from his back and held her palm out. “Oh, um, I sort of got you something else.” While he opened the other gift she decided to look around hid dressing room. There were some photos movie posters on the walls, a chair and a couch as well as costumes everywhere. She really didn’t expect all of this when coming here tonight. the gift is this keychain here

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table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] He breathed gently, than kissed the top of her head. Tristan still couldn't believe she was here. That she was standing in his dressing room, telling him she loved him. He breathed deeply, drinking in her scent. Tristan loved the way she smelled, the way her hair felt slipping through his fingers and he played with a few locks, the way she smiled, a brand new smile that he knew was just for him, the way her eyes glowed when she looked at him. Heck, Tristan loved everything about this woman. It was amazing that one person could make you feel so on top of the world. He hadn't known that it could be this wonderful.

Tristan laughed at her compliment. Yah? I-It makes it worth it? He winked and placing a hand on either side of her face, leaned his forehead against hers and kissed her gently I'm glad you liked it. Tristan whispered . He grinned and laughed a little. Oliver helped you with all this...didn't he? Tristan knew his brother was still a hopeless romantic and he was very grateful for that, especially right now. What changed your mind?" He inquired, as he kept his head against hers, but lowed her hands to clasp around her, resting on the small of her back, they gently swayed back and forth.

Tristan looked at her curiously when she held out the small velvet package to him. What's this? Carefully he opened the small bag and reaching in with his thumb and forefinger he pulled out the key chain and read the inscription. Reaching for her hand, Tristan squeezed it, than pulled her to him once more. That's beautiful.....Brooklyn, thank you so much.....I think you have got to be the sweetest, most wonderful girl in the world.

Here...come with me. He took her hand and began to lead her out of the dressing room. I want to show you something Tristan lead her to the end of the stage, just behind the curtains that blocked the audience from seeing the wings. It was pitch black, but Tristan began to maneuver some levers, and the stage lights came on. Wanna go out on stage? he asked, as he turned to her and put his hands in his back pockets. [/size][/ul]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn’s eyes drifted shut for a few moments. She was glad she had decided to come out here. While being held close to him, she realized she had been a fool those few weeks ago. While she figured it was the right way to go, truthfully it wasn’t. All it did was make her depressed-her heart hurt. Brooklyn had been in a couple relationships before but they were nothing at all. They made her happy but this...this was different. Brooklyn felt a level of calmness when near Tristan along with the joy in her heart. People told her about how they found that one person who made everything worth it all. Even if there were fights or hard times in their families, everything was worth going through with that person around. Her family may be going through a lot but just being here made Brooklyn feel less stressed, less worried. She was hyper aware of his arms around her body, his fingers in her hair, and his breath along her scalp and neck. With a mischievous grin on her face, Brooklyn nodded. “Yeah but only coming to see you act. I can come in, watch you like a creepy stalker then go home the next day.” Brooklyn liked how he kept sneaking in a kiss between their discussions. She got those excited jitters every time she felt his lips came within a hairs with of hers. When he applied pressure, there was a gentle tingle in her lips from just all the emotions felt between them, the emotions he brought out in her. When was the last time she felt this happy to just be in someone’s arms? Not doing anything but holding one another, swaying, sneaking in a kiss here and there? Too long but not so long that she would do it with just anyone. No, not being in a relationship in over four years nor with anyone in general in over two years didn’t matter. None of her past mattered anymore. As long as Tristan didn’t think her an awful person for her past indiscretions then she would be happy. “Well…yeah he did.” Brooklyn chuckled as she gave a solitary nod. “But to be fair all he did was direct me to the hotel closest to the theatre and the best place to get the ham. I came up with the idea.” The plane ride over is when she figured out everything she wanted to do. She had plenty of time to do so. Looking at her, most people wouldn’t think Brooklyn could be a romantic but come on-she sold and designed wedding gowns for a living. One had to have a bit of romance in them to do something like that. As it came sort of full circle from Oliver helping to why she “changed her mind” Brooklyn wrinkled her nose. “It’s not that I needed my mind changed per say. I wanted to be with you I just…didn’t feel like I was good enough for you.” Brooklyn got silent for a few moments, just relishing in them swaying in the middle of his dressing room. “I sort of went to a dark place when you left and especially once I got back from visiting my parents. I was taking it out on everyone to be honest. I eventually took that out on your brother and he gave me a pretty harsh reality check. Your brother can be real mean at times,” she meekly joked to try to break the tension in her body. Brooklyn laughed at him saying she was sweet and wonderful. “Oh you remember that you said I’m sweet and wonderful when I’m moody and head off to the firing range, ok?” Yes, she was her father’s daughter. “Well, I remember when we met you said your favorite play you had acted in was Phantom of the Opera, mainly Raoul so I thought it was fitting.” A light blush went over her neck and up to her cheeks. Even if she had thought of it and given it to him didn’t mean she felt any less embarrassed. Everything she had done tonight was really cheesy now that she thought about it. “I didn’t have a good photo of us so I just put on of me for now. I swear I’m not being conceited.” Brooklyn did an exaggerated roll of her eyes as she tossed her shawl and clutch on the chair. “Really! Making me do more walking!” Brooklyn moved through the empty halls with him. The smell of make-up, hair products and sweat still clung in the air though the scent was faint. Right now the scent of Tristan’s cologne clung to her to which she was glad. Soon she’d be home and craving to hold him close, to have that scent near again. As they moved through the darkened building, a shiver went down her spine. Odd considering it was still fairly warm from people being packed in here not too long ago. She was glad she left her shawl back in his dressing. When the lights were on, and he mentioned going on the stage, she smiled. “Are you sure we’re allowed?” Her body moved backwards to walk onto the stage but so she could still watch him. “Oh right, I’m with some big shot actor who can do whatever he wants. He doesn’t need permission.” Seriously, that crowd earlier had really overwhelmed her. Never had she seen so many cameras in her face nor felt that claustrophobic. Brooklyn wasn’t normally anxious about anything, but being outside earlier made her feel on edge. <3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] hissing through his teeth. He than took the opportunity to yet again kiss her. She was his to kiss now, and he was going to take full advantage of this new found "right", unless of course she wanted him to stop. In which case he certainly would. Tristan had always had the utmost respect for women, even sleazy ones. It was all in how Gran and raised him and Oliver. They were almost perfect gentleman, Tristan a bit more so than Oliver of course. But still, any girl would be lucky to have either of the Welcott boys in their life, or so Gran thought.

Tristan sighed and shook his head. Brooklyn...p-please don't ever think that you're not g-good enough for me. He said seriously. If anything, Tristan wasn't good enough for Brooklyn. He hadn't had the life she'd had. Sure he'd lost his parents at a young age, but quite honestly, that was all the more "adversity" he'd had to face. Well aside from the fact that he was a stuttering idiot. But his stutter was getting better. At least around Brooklyn. But the point was, she'd had to work so hard to get where she was. Moving around the world her whole growing up, losing her grandfather, and dealing with her uncle and father's problems, but still turning out the special, successful, talented young lady she was. Yah, Tristan had worked hard to get to where he was in the West End, but compared to Brooklyn's life, it had been handed to him on a silver platter. No, she was a much better person than. Because Tristan was quite sure he couldn't have handled everything she'd been through. At least, not alone. I love you so very m-much Brooklyn. He kissed her forehead, holding his lips there for a few long seconds before releasing.

I will....I promise. Tristan vowed as he crossed his heart. Cross my heart...h-hope to die. Taking one of her small hands in his larger one, Tristan slowly and passionately kissed each one of her fingers and than her palm, than pressed it to his heart, which was beating profusely. It's always going to beat for you babe. It may have sounded corny or sill to other people, and perhaps if Tristan had heard anyone else say it, he'd have thought it silly or corny. But it wasn't to him, not in this moment. He was being deadly serious. As far as he was concerned, from here on out, everything he ever did in life was dedicated to his Brooklyn and no one else, ever.

Tristan smiled about the key chain. It was something he would cherish forever. It's perfect. He insisted. Just like you. Tristan reached out and gently brushed the back of his hand against her soft, angelic cheek. I will carry it with me everywhere....accept of course in the shower, and to the beach, and in the pool... he wined at her, not being able to resist teasing just a little. It will be my lucky charm and I will look at it, and kiss your picture each time I go on stage and you're not there in person, and I will wear it on my person in every performance.

Tristan grinned mischievously when she asked if they were allowed on stage Of course we are! he assured her. Tristan approached her and put his hands over her eyes, than lead her out to center stage and faced her towards the darkened auditorium. It looked just like it did during the a performance, including the fact that there was no audience, because during a performance the actors couldn't see them anyway. Dropping his hands, he stood directly behind her and leaned forward to whisper in her ear Say something. when she did he laughed. No...come on, say it like you mean it. Loud. Like there's something that you need to say and you're saying it to the whole world! He yelled, and listened as it echoed through the empty stage and auditorium. [/ul][/size]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn scrunched her nose up as she narrowed her eyes like Tristan, mocking him. “Have you not met me? Dare is my middle name,” she mentioned before sticking her tongue out. When it was pulled back in, his lips were on hers again. She couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss before she returned the tenderness. As insane the amount of kisses he was giving her, she didn’t care. Except if those cameras were around again. Brooklyn was happy to have these tender moments with him, especially since she’d never have lengthy stretches here in England like he would have in Maine. She had a business that required her to be there. Especially with the Scott-Zakarian wedding coming up. That family wanted custom pieces for everyone. The next two months she’d be lucky if she got out here for more then another week. And a week was really pushing it. Internally she struggled on how to tell him why she felt so inadequate as a partner for someone. Then again, Brooklyn was open about her past with him and his brother plus her other close friends. Heck, he had met Seth! And she had a couple other exes in town too. It’s not like one could always run from their past. “Easier said then done.” A soft sigh of air left her lips as her eyes drifted halfway shut in thought. “You’re just-you’re the complete opposite of me. Sophisticated, mindful of others, have great manners and just generally sweet. I’m just not used to that, never felt like I deserved it.” No, especially after her little spiral into her dark days when she lost her grandfather. That made her feel the most like she was unworthy. That was a shameful part of her past. Though she had changed after that, Brooklyn still felt odd the moments she had to think about that time of her life. “I love you too.” The last time she had said that to anyone besides family had been almost half a decade. Still, the meaning now was strong. The two had let their relationship grow out of pure emotion, nothing physical. That was the best foundation to start with, especially where there was a country that separated them half the time. She had a feeling Skype would become her best friend as well as changing her phone plan to include international calls. This man had broken down every wall she had built up, she’d be damned if she let someone as incredible as him go. Never again. Brooklyn was in love, which is something she never thought she’d know. Tristan was someone really special. At first she laughed at him with the whole doing the cross his heart move. “I was joking around,” she chuckled out as she poked him. As she went to retract that hand, he grabbed it, pressing kisses that scorched her skin. Brooklyn’s breath caught in her throat as her heart rate picked up speed even more. She swallowed a lump back just to keep her composure as she moved to grip against his chest. Him saying his heart would always beat for her made her excited and nervous all at once. Giving in like this, fully committing to him, set her up for the possibility of heartache. But Brooklyn had to stop holding back when it came to love and just dive in headfirst. “I think you give me too much credit with the perfection. Just ask Oliver. I was far from perfect about forty-eight hours ago.” Nope, she had been a pretty big mess then. “Well you’ll have the real thing with you when swimming so never any worries there.” She grinned as she batted her forehead to his chin playfully. Knowing how he hadn’t been with a girl that way and was in no rush to, Brooklyn kept boundaries such as not referencing her being in the shower. Even if she really wanted to, she wouldn’t push him. That was his decision and it wasn’t her place to try to push him. Her hands gripped at his wrists as he moved her with her eyes covered. She gave htem a tender squeeze as her thumbs rubbed along each one. Once they had dropped, she kept one hand back, lightly gripping at his while she looked around. “It’s incredible. I can’t believe you do this every night.” When he came up behind her to speak right against her ear, Brooklyn couldn’t help but reach back to pull his arms around her waist, her arms resting on top of them. Her fingers laced with his as their entwined arms rested across her body. “Umm beam me up Scotty?” Brooklyn groaned when that didn’t satisfy him in the volume level. This was embarrassing for her. Yes, the normally fearless Brooklyn who went after what she wanted was afraid of shouting something from the stage. As his own words echoed, a laugh left her body on briefly before she seriously thought over what to say. All that came to her mind was to shout, “I love Tristan!” As it echoed off she turned her head to the side and tilted it up. She pressed feathery kisses on his cheek before she nuzzled against him. “So now that I have been thoroughly embarrassed on several levels tonight, what do you want to do? Go to the cast party or find some pub to celebrate New Years?” Honestly Brooklyn didn’t care. They could go back to his place or her hotel and just curl up and she’d be content. she wasn’t a girl who needed to be impressed or entertained every second when in a relationship. She fly all the way out here to be with him, not a bunch of other people. But if he had friends he wanted her to meet, Brooklyn wouldn’t protest. This was his life and she wanted to know everything possible. the gift is this keychain here

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table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] he said softly. Whatever may have been true of you before, it isn't now....You're a beautiful person....the most amazing person I've ever met. Tristan told her. I want to spoil you. I want to be there for you everyday for the rest of your life. Of course it would be impossible for them to be together everyday because of their careers and the fact that they were separated by an ocean. But they would be together as often as was humanly possible. And there were always phones and skype. They were going to make good use of those.

Tristan nodded when Brooklyn said she'd been joking. I know. the young Brit assured her. But I wasn't. He said seriously. Tristan didn't want to mess things up with her, so he was going to be a saint. He was going to worship the very ground she walked upon. Brooklyn was his goddess. Tristan sighed and smiled at her when she mentioned Oliver and how she had been a couple of days ago. I don't care what Oliver says or thinks.....He's supportive anyway. He wants us to be together. Kissing her cheek he said We all have our moments babe...Just don't let them define you.

Tristan grinned as they stood on stage, entwined with one another. Her first statement had really made him laugh, he urged her to say something better than that. He gave a happy sigh at what she said. I love Brooklyn!! He shouted in return and laughed. Turning her towards him, he laughed and shook his head. I s-sort of have a c-confession to make....Something Oliver and I-I weren't exactly honest a-about. Tristan saw the look of confusion on her face, he wanted to put he mind at ease. M-my stutter you know? Tristan began I-It doesn't h-happen around e-everyone....o-or even crowds.....I-it happens when there's a pretty g-girl that attracts me. His face began to glow red with embarrassment. R-ridiculous....i-isn't it?

Tristan shook his head in the negative. No....I don't want to t-the party...or the p-pub. He grinned at her and a sparkle that said 'something's up' appeared in his eye. I have a better idea.....But you're going to need some different c-clothes.....a-and probably some ear plugs. Tristan lead her off the stage and going back to the dressing room, he grabbed his sandwich and her wrap. Placing it around her, he linked her arm in his and they walked through the empty back stage and to the exit. It had been about an hour or so since the play had ended and all the media and fans had gone now. Opening the door, one woman still stood outside with her note pad and camera. Tristan granted her a few questions. She of course wanted to know who Brooklyn was. Tristan explained that she was his girlfriend, but refused to answer where she was from. He allowed her one picture of them together, than went to the corner and hailed a cab to take them back to Brooklyn's hotel.

Getting in her room he smiled and said Hurry and change into something warm. We have to be quick or we'll miss it. While Brooklyn changed, Tristan called down to the lobby to hire a car to take them to a location he disclosed only to the clerk and after making one or two other calls, which he kept low, so Brooklyn couldn't hear, everything was set up and they were ready for a romantic evening.

Tristan took her down to the car, which was waiting outside for them. A black rolls royce. The bell hop opened the door for them, and closed it behind them. Inside the car was a bottle of champaign and a couple of glasses, as well as a small box of other, undisclosed goodies. Tristan still carried the bag containing his ham sandwich, which was to be consumed shortly. [/size][/ul]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK(BEEN REPLACED)! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn felt relieved actually hearing Tristan say none of that had mattered. Oliver had told her just as much but it was different hearing it straight from Tristan. He was the one who mattered the most opinion wise after all. “Mmmmm you say that now but give it a couple months. You’ll be singing a different tune.” Brooklyn pressed her head against his chest, breathing in to keep herself calm and steady. He was saying all the perfect things, all the things every girl wanted to hear. Somewhere, in a place she thought no long existed, she felt like what he was saying was true. She just hoped nothing changed that. It may be a bit premature to be planning for any kind of future but Brooklyn knew with Tristan, she was better. That may be a rather corny statement but she didn’t put up this defensive exterior. He actually found the little cracks in her and poured little bits of himself in her soul, getting her to open up like she did many years ago. Now, there was no going back from here. “You’re perfect, sweet.“ This time Brooklyn was the one initiating the kiss. A slow but passionate one as their lips moved against one another for a few moments. When Brooklyn pulled back she took a moment to catch her breath. From now on she’d do her best, for him. Yes, she liked to have her drinks but never again would she drown out her issues in them. Oliver had pointed out the flaw in that logic when she had seen him. And Tristan definitely deserve better of her. He saw so much good in Brooklyn that she just didn’t see in herself. Standing here with him behind her, their arms tangled together as they were close gave her all the reasoning she needed to better herself. Or, well, keep herself the person he saw back before she had been idiot. It was amusing to Brooklyn how much that had mentioned their love to one another in this short time span. Before him she wouldn’t be this open. No, there weren’t people around but this was someplace where anyone could walk in. That was enough to normally keep her from being too affectionate with a guy. The tender gestures continue when she faced him. Her hands linked under his arms, running along his upper arms softly. Her brows drew in a the middle while the edges went up. They weren’t honest with her? “Umm am I’m going to be mad?” Not their first fight already…oh wait nope. Which was good to her. Honestly, Brooklyn had to hide a chuckle. “That’s it?” Her right hand went up to rub along his reddened cheek. “No it’s not ridiculous. Us women can be a bit bitchy and stick out noses in where they don‘t belong. I can see why you’d get nervous.” Brooklyn couldn’t help but poke a little fun at herself. “Though that really isn’t a lie. There are plenty of pretty girls out there and they are usually mixed in with guys making a crowd.” Both of her hands went to her mouth while she laughed almost violently for a moment. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny just now I’ll always know if you think another girl is pretty.” That probably was not the best thought to be having it made her giggle inside. Brooklyn eyed Tristan skeptically before she followed him. “Uh ok...I guess it’s lucky I kept my ear plugs from the plane then.” International flights were great for quirky little things like that to make traveling easier for passengers. She was a bit glad to be getting out of these heels. There had been enough walking in them for her liking. As they started out, she made sure the wrap was tight enough to keep out as much of the chill as possible. She really should’ve brought a jacket. One outside, she couldn’t help but groan at seeing the reporter waiting for them. Brooklyn practically dragged her heels walking beside Tristan. Thankfully he took care of most of the questions. As they slipped into the cab she couldn’t help but grumble, “Super. I love having my photo taken by strangers.” But this was Tristan’s life. She had to get used to this. The ride was a short one before she led him up to her room. Clothes were scattered about her bed sos he riffled about, grabbing some items that she thought would work out. Her shoes had been discarded in the main room along with her shawl before she had slipped into the bathroom. There the dress came off her body and was placed on a hanger. After one of the couple pair of jeans she had brought was slipped on and then some socks. A long sleeve white top went on next with a red slouchy sweater. She really didn’t have much time to do anything with her hair so all Brooklyn did was release the pins of her half up-do and run her fingers through it after they had been covered in water. That loosened the hairspray enough so she could run a brush through. Now it was partly as soft as normal. She sat on the toilet to slip on the only other pair of shoes she had with her which were her winter boots before she stepped back into the room. She smiled at Tristan ass he slipped on her hat and scarf before her coat. the gloves were shoved in her pocket before she said, “Ready.” As they walked down, Brooklyn reached for Tristan’s hand and laced their fingers, giving his hand a squeeze. Once back outside she couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh in confusion. “How did you get all this done?” was uttered while she slid into the backseat of the car. He was really pulling out all the stops and in such a short period of time. Brooklyn had taken hours to get things done and here he was pulling something off in the roughly ten minutes it took her to get ready? When he came into the car she couldn’t help but lean against him, glad to have this time to finally be close to him. To be in his arms and not have anyone on their backs. Once back in Maine Brooklyn’s friends would make her life a nightmare teasing her but here she could savor these moments. Because these moments were just between the two of them. Just how she wanted it to be. the gift is this keychain here

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table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] Putting a finger under her chin, he moved her head so she was looking up at him. I will always love you Brooklyn...I know relationships are unpredictable and you never quite now what the future holds or what exactly is going to happen. But whatever does happen between us now or in the future, I will always love you. He put the emphasis on 'will'. Tristan was a man of his word. If they broke up, if they said they never wanted to see each other again, he would still love her, in some shape of form.

Tristan liked the fact that Brooklyn "finally" initiated a kiss. Not that he was experienced, but he found her a good kisser. If anyone ever asked him if she was, he would most definitely reply with a very emphatic "yes!". She set his heart even more on fire as they kissed. His need for her grew stronger by the second. Tristan found himself wishing that he didn't need air in his lungs so that he might kiss her all the night long and never have to stop and breathe. He wished that Brooklyn could be the air in his lungs not just figuratively, but physically.

Tristan shook his head and laughed. See! I k-knew in the back o-of my mind that I shouldn't h-have told you that....Shoulda just let you go on thinking it w-was people in general. He ran his largish hand through his crazy hair. It fell back into it's wacky place a top his head. Brooklyn was right, now she would know if he thought another girl was pretty. He hoped she wasn't too much of a jealous type. Because things were bound to get pretty hair if she was. But really, was it so bad to admit that a girl was pretty if you were in a relationship with another? Just as long as you always thought your girl was the prettiest in the world, you were safe, right? Gosh he hoped so!

Tristan looked at Brooklyn regretfully when she commented about the picture. This is my life Brooklyn....fans...media...interviews, pictures......You need to make sure it's something you can handle. Because if it's not, we need to be honest with ourselves now, before things go too far and this turns from something wonderful, to a complete mess. Had Tristan known she was coming and that she was going to actually want to be his girlfriend, he would have warned her so she could be "mentally" prepared for it all. He was kind of surprised that Oliver hadn't mentioned it. But at least we know, when we're in Maine, we get a complete break. They keep trying to get out of me where I "disappear" to for months at a time.... He grinned playfully. But they'll never get it out of me....It's my escape He reached over and gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.

Tristan was excited to execute his plan. He was pretty sure that Brooklyn would find it pretty neat, if not romantic, despite the fact that part of it was going to be a little loud. His plan was something he couldn't have done without money, power, and influence, but it was still creative....at least he found it to be. If he was a girl, he'd have been thrilled at this surprise. Turning to her when she said she was ready, he grinned and looked her over. You are s-so completely g-gorgeous. She made him feel weak in the knees and shaky at the very sight of her beautiful smiling face.

Tristan grinned at Brooklyn, raising his eyebrows at her. I had a little help from our good friends here at the hotel he told her. As they drove through London, Tristan pointed out certain monuments that were important or certain buildings and things that he just liked or that had a funny or interesting story. When they got close to their destination, Tristan pulled out a black eye mask and smiling at her he said Time to p-put this on baby. Only a few minutes after she had secured the mask, the car stopped. The drive got out and opened the door for Brooklyn and helped her onto the sidewalk. Tristan grabbed the champaign and the box of goodies and rounded the car. When he got to her, he gave her his arm and directed her physically and verbally as they walked, so she wouldn't fall.

Hello Mr. Welcott....we're ready for you.[/b] A man said and taking them inside a building, he took them to an old lift. They went up for what seemed like forever. Than when they stopped and walked out, Tristan set down the things, them man went back down in the lift and Tristan said Ok...You can take it off now. They stood in a dimly lit area by a window that looked out over all of London. To the right of the large window, that went from the floor to the roof, was the back of a giant yellow clock face and behind them massive gears turned. They were in Big Ben. Do you know where we are? Tristan asked. [/size][/ul]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK(BEEN REPLACED)! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE All Brooklyn could do was nod her head against Tristan’s chest. It still scared her because no guy had every said half the sweet things he did when she was with them. And she was only officially with Tristan for all of what? An hour? That and he had ripped down her “Marine” defenses as she liked to call them. She was still putting some back up for when around others at least. She hated to come off as weak. But that was part of being in love with someone-allowing yourself to be weak around them. There was a very delicate chuckle that left her lips as she curled into him. “I was referring to you changing your mind about me being the most beautiful and amazing person you’ve met. But all the other things are nice to know too.” When she pulled back she smiled. “Still you are amazing. Never really thought I’d have someone like you in my life.” The two were complete opposites in every sense. She was outgoing, he was a bit shy. He was sophisticated, she was a little rough around the edges. She was experienced, he wasn’t. She was working class, he was high class(even if he did work). This was a clear cut case of opposites attract and Brooklyn liked it. He made her heart leap over in her chest while her stomach knotted up in joy when he was near her. Even before tonight, whenever the two of them had talked-even via text-she enjoyed it. She would find herself finding random things to talk about just to keep the conversation going. That’s how much she wanted to be near and in contact with him. It was crazy as Brooklyn never thought she’d be admitting to acting like a lovesick teenage girl but that’s exactly what she was like. She was already dreading leaving and she hadn’t even figured out a date to do so yet. When their lips met it only made things so much worse in her emotional rollercoaster. Her body was on high alert of everything going on. Where his hands were and how their mouths moved over one another. She had to actively pull herself away from him and then bring herself down form it. This distance was going to be torture on her. Whenever they got to see each other again she already knew she’d probably be overwhelming. She wouldn’t want to leave his arms as soon as she was back in them. Poor Oliver, he was going to have to put up with her even more often. She would end up being like another piece of furniture in their home. Brooklyn reached for his hands to pull it away from his hair and laced theirs together while she laughed along with him. “No it’s cute! Maybe I should try and work it out of you. I have lots of pretty friends.” As long as Tristan wasn’t flirting with them or holding them in any intimate manner, such as lingering hugs or letting another woman cuddle up close to him, then things would be fine. It was one thing to think someone was pretty and another to act on it. Of course being on stage was something completely different. That was his job so he had to do those things. All emotion was removed from it. “Though I’m confused. You have some costars who are gorgeous and yet you don’t stutter on stage. I know you said you don’t know why you do that but it’s still confusing.” As Brooklyn tried to settle herself in the car she rolled her eyes. “Yes I know that now. I knew you were good enough to get leads without even trying but I just didn’t know it was this crazy.” Once comfortable she turned towards him and gave a weak smile at best. “I’ll get used to it. Just...I’m sort of flashed out. Members of the press back home wanted information about my uncle and everything going on.” Brooklyn always hated to be on the spot like that. She may have a vivacious personality but that didn’t mean the idea of being in the papers or on television was something she liked. Still, she’d get used to it for Tristan. She had already let him go once and she was lucky to get him back. This time. Who knew if she would if she did it again? Brooklyn wouldn’t chance it. She seriously wanted to see where this was going and didn’t want a stupid mistake to screw it up. He did ease things when he said when in Maine they wouldn’t come. She turned her palm upwards after he had squeezed her hand and clasped the two together. “Ok. Just give me a bit of time to get used to it? I may be nervous for the first half dozen or so times.” Brooklyn blushed. Yes, she actually blushed with him saying she was gorgeous. See? Just one thing he said could send her in a tizzy. While she thought her outfit was pretty ordinary the way he looked at her and complimented her made her feel special. The kind of special every girl wished for. Before they left she couldn’t help but wrap her hands up so they rested on the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. Her breaths came in sharp for the moments they were entwined with one another. When she pulled away her grin was huge. Brooklyn was really happy. That same silly grin didn’t leave her lips as they went outside nor while in the car. She liked how he was telling her about London-his home. It only seemed fitting since she had shown him around her hometown. She liked having him be the one to show her further around the city. When Tristan pulled out the mask Brooklyn was confused. “I’m not sure if I’m terrified, confused or excited at the sight of that mask…” Still she allowed him-semi reluctantly mind you-to put it on. Good thing she had changed into her flat boots because it was really impossible for one to walk with a mask no matter how many cues you were given. “Remind me to get you back for this.” Not like she would forget. When she heard another man’s voice she turned her head from side to side. Ok she was officially freaked out. Brooklyn didn’t like not being able to see anything. Her body sort of bounced ever so slightly on the spot nervously. All she could think about was that she better not die before her birthday which was in a few days. When she stepped off the elevator or lift or whatever it was called, her steps were a little uneasy. Once she was allowed to take off the mask she let out in an exasperated tone, “Thank you!” it took a moment for Brooklyn’s eyes to adjust. She actually had to blink several times before the fuzziness wore away. As she rubbed her glove clad hand over the back of her hair she looked around. “Ummmm...” Only after she stepped closer to the honey colored area did her eyes get wide and her voice drop to a whisper. “Tristan! Are we even allowed up here!” This was so cool and so freaky to her at the same time. “If I get arrested I can’t come see you anymore,” was a half joke half serious statement that came out of her mouth. Her body moved away from the window as she put her hands in her jacket pocket. Her lips popped together once as she peeked at him out of the corner of her eye. “You did all this in fifteen minutes?” That was...impressive. Nothing any guy did, probably even Tristan himself, could ever top this. She was excited, scared and touched all at once. This would definitely be a memorable New Year’s Eve. <3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

[/color] He kissed the tip of her nose, and held her hand until they arrived at their destination. Big Ben. What a way to spend your New Years Eve, into the first few minutes of the brand new year. Tristan had always wanted to do this, but he had been waiting to do it with someone special...Someone that he loved...and not just casually mind you, but with all his heart. That someone was Brooklyn. And she would be the only girl (besides maybe their daughter if someday in the future they married and had children), that he would bring here. If things didn't work out for them, he might come alone to reminisce. But not otherwise. This spot was for him and Brooklyn.

Oh n-now Brooklyn! That's not very nice. He teased. Revenge very, rarely, brings satisfaction to the person seeking it, once it is a-achieved. Tristan chuckled to himself, wondering if Brooklyn had even been able to follow that whole line of reasoning. He'd barely been able to follow it himself. Tristan could tell she was a bit nervous. He hoped it was a good nervous. Kind of excited like. He wanted to ask if she was alright, but he didn't want to embarrass her. As close as they had become, that was just friendship. Now they were on a new level. They were in a romantic relationship. Things were different now. They had to be handled differently, because one didn't treat their friend like they did their boyfriend or girlfriend and vise versa.

Tristan watched her with satisfaction as the mask came off and after she regained her vision fully, the look of shock that came onto her features made him laugh. Well....technically...only British citizens are allowed up here...But needless to say I have wealth, power, and influence....and that can sometimes...many times, work to one's advantage...In this case. It did....just don't tell anyone you were up here. He winked. It was true that Brooklyn was technically not allowed to come up in the clock tower. And normally, even British citizens had to get special permission from parliament. Fortunately Tristan had a friend in parliament who owed him a favor and tonight Tristan had cashed in on it. Oh no fear of that....Even if they did arrest you, I-I'd bail you o-out....And I-I'm high profile, s-so I could probably get them t-to let you go with a warning anyways.

Mmmmmhmmmm... He replied simply. Yah he'd put all this together in 15 minutes. But he hadn't come up with the idea so quickly. He'd had it for years. However, he'd always been quick on his feet, organized and a good planner. So even the fact that he'd had it in mind, didn't really take away from the impressiveness of how quickly everything had fallen into place.

Tristan laid out the blanket, and pulled out some pretty china plates, the champagne flutes, utensils, and napkins. Than he pulled out a few different little boxes. Some had chocolates and some had tarts with fresh fruit on them. Some had artisan cheeses and crackers and a little jar of caviar. And of course, he pulled out his still chilled ham sandwich and put it on the plate. Hungry? He asked, and then kissed her, before they sat down. Here...try this one. Tristan said, as he grabbed a piece of chocolate and held it out to her to bite. Like it? They're Richard Donnelly Chocolates....the most expensive and decedant c-chocolates in the w-world he explained, as he ate one himself. It wasn't so much that Tristan was accustomed to such grandure. It was just that, he wanted things to be super special for Brooklyn. And when Tristan did something for someone, he did it right. If he was going to get her roses, they would be hand picked from the finest garden around. If he was going to serve her tea, it would be the best he could get his hands on. And like tonight, if he was going to get her chocolates, they would be the best in the world....because nothing was too good for the woman he loved.

Tristan washed down the chocolate with a sip of champagne, than he picked up his sandwich and bit into it. Nodding as he chewed he smiled and when he had swallowed he looked her way. I-I do believe that is the best h-ham sandwich I have ever had. Putting his arm around her, Tristasn looked into her eyes, getting fully lost within their deepness, and touched the smooth skin of her cheek with his fingers.This had the promise of being the best night of Tristan's life, to date. Isn't it funny t-to thing that...in all of L-London....in all the w-world....the only ones that know we are u-up here...in the cloc tower of London, are you, me, the l-lift operator...and my f-friend in parliamnet? Tristan always thought about that sort of thing when doing something strange or special, alone or with one aother person. Makes it even more special, eh?[/ul][/size]

[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 ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK(BEEN REPLACED)! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn was never a girl for surprises but at this rate she’d have to get used to it. Tristan seemed intent on them even if they were something as small as standing on the stage shouting. Surprise parties were something she especially hated. Actually, her birthday in general was something she disliked. She hated being fussed over even if she acted high maintenance. It was just all an act per say. She liked elegant and crazy things but not when she was the center of attention. Hence why getting used to having her photo taken when in England would be a lot to get used to. She chuckled on his comment about revenge. “Oh then you are in for a rude awakening. My family is notorious for prank gifts. Just because we’re only dating doesn’t mean you will be an exception to that rule. Revenge brings me plenty of satisfaction.” Yes her family was very much about the military but one would be surprised about the little goofy things they did. This felt like new territory to Brooklyn with being involved as more then friends and more so more then friends with benefits like she was used to. But that was the old her. If Tristan was able to move past her past then she could too. Oliver had been right-she was a different and better person now. She should be proud of herself for that. As long as she kept making the people in her life proud she’d be even happier. Brooklyn let out a strangled chuckle. It was even a real chuckle as half of it was suppressed. ”Even if I told anyone do you really think my friends would believe this? The most exciting thing that happens in Hope Harbor is, well, happening tonight with the Charity Ball. Otherwise life there is boring. This would sound outrageous to them.” No, even so this was something she wanted to keep for her. A memory locked away in her own mind and heart for all of eternity no matter where the road led them. Her eyes looked up to scan the supports that held up the tower. It really was beautiful in here. She always liked old buildings and secret little hideaways. Like her little clearing back home. Someplace special she only shared with Tristan. Just like here. This was another special place for them. It made her heart happy to know that they were already building such special memories. Before they had made some but the two of them had only been talking. Other then that nothing like this or the first night they had met had been done. “Hey as long as I’m not kept out of England we’re all good. Then that might make us a little more complicated.” Brooklyn already had to figure out coming to see him when he was here. Fortunately she could probably save up enough money to come at least once more in the next month. Maybe for Valentine’s Day. That is if one of her seamstresses felt good being there at the wedding if there were wardrobe emergencies. Even if the whole town was invited-which they were-she had no reason to go alone. Plus their wedding was on Valentine’s Day. No, she’d rather be here in England then at a wedding, alone-ok maybe with Oliver-and missing Tristan. Her eyes narrowed in his direction. “Are you sure your brother didn’t tip you off that I was coming. Because this is a lot to put together.” Brooklyn walked to where the clock face was and looked outside. She could see people gathering below and her brow scrunched in confusion. “Uh Tristan. Don’t they shoot the fireworks off near Big Ben...” Oh it was really good that they had brought ear plugs. Otherwise they would be blown out very quickly up here. When she heard glass clicking she turned to see his little set up. Everything was so sweet and made her love him even more. No one had showed her that they cared about her this much. No it wasn’t about the fat half those things were probably more then she spent on food for the month just he put so much thought into it. It actually brought tears of happiness to her eyes. Only his voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she beamed at him warmly. “Uh yeah kind of,” she said as she sat down. Ok more then kind of. She couldn’t remember if she ate anything before going to the theatre. Even though she swore she did her stomach still grumbled. It had been a few hours since the play so she had probably burnt it all off between nervous energy along with moving around in general. Brooklyn went to reach for the chocolate but when he wouldn’t release it she gave in and leaned forward took a bite. Apparently this particular one was a truffle which was her favorite. In an attempt to avoid biting on his fingers she almost dropped the piece she was biting off which caused her to take the whole piece in her mouth. She half coughed and half laughed as her hand went to her mouth so she didn’t spit it out while laughing. She adjusted her body so her legs were tucked beneath her before she reached for her own flute with champagne. This was just…above and beyond anything she expected. She was a girl who either went to the bars-and not even the “classy kinds”-or spent her time at home in sweats and her fuzzy socks. Basically the complete opposite of the somewhat classy style of clothing she wore. “You really didn’t have to do all this Tristan. I’m one who means it when I say I’m totally ok with just spending the night in.” Still her hunger got the best of her and she reached for a chunk of cheese and popped it in her mouth. Everything was so good. Even the crackers were a lot nicer then what she as used to. They have a smoother, buttery taste. Brooklyn wrinkled her nose as she laughed against her clasped lips as she had food in her mouth. Once it was swallowed she tilted her head to the side in amusement. “I highly doubt that. Didn’t you say your grandmother makes amazing ham. I bet if you used that for sandwiches it’d be even better.” Not that Brooklyn would know. She still was adamant on her distaste for ham in general. Though if she was ever to meet his grandmother and she made it she’d surely eat it. When he moved to put his arm around her she scooted closer to him and leaned against him gently. Whenever he looked at her like that she felt like she was bare naked in front of him. In a sense, she was. Tristan was the only person outside of her immediate family-parents and grandmother-that she was vulnerable around. He had worked his way into her very being and proved that maybe she was worth being loved. Her head leaned into his hand as she gently exhaled through her nos before she leaned her head against his shoulder. Suddenly food wasn’t that important. “Mmm it does. It’s just….amazing.” Brooklyn’s own arm went to rest across his stomach as she curled into him. She just enjoyed the silence for a moment. Her body started to feel exhausted. After all she had traveled and then spent the day running around London before she ended up at the theatre, which led to her little adventures with Tristan. Even if she herself wasn’t tired her body was telling her to slow down and this was the perfect time to slow down. “How long is this production going on for?” Brooklyn was genuinely curious so she could plan things out. It would suck when she had to leave in a few days because then she’d have to think about the next time coming here. The people around her were eventually going to want to murder her as she counter down the days until she could see him again. <3

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