Post by TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT on Feb 16, 2013 22:15:07 GMT -5
Sometimes "boring" is nice. Tristan stated with a smile. He always enjoyed his visits to Maine. The slower pace wasn't something he wanted all the time, but it was a welcome break from the craziness that was life as a Star. Tristan neither craved nor shunned the lime light. He had wanted to get into the West End, not for the fame, but because he had wanted to challenge himself. Tristan had always been a goal oriented person. The West End had been his ultimate goal. Now that he had achieved it, he needed a new goal, along with maintaining the current one. It wasn't hard for him to figure out what this new goal was though. It was a goal that he hoped would last his entire life. The goal was to be with Brooklyn until the day he took his last breath.
Tristan looked at her lovingly. Well, if they were going to kick you out, they'd have to kick me out with you....And since I'm pretty sure they wouldn't do that to one of their favorites.... He spoke in a silly tone so that Brooklyn wouldn't think him arrogant, even though it was true, that he was one of the cities favorites. I think we're p-pretty safe....And if they did throw us both out, I could get the Queen to grant us amnesty. He laughed. It o\sounded rather silly, but it was also true. Tristan had never spoke of it to Brooklyn, as far as he remembered, but he was friends with the royal family. The queen was quite pleasant, and Tristan adored and admired her.
Absolutely! Tristan laughed. Baby I hadn't a clue. But...seeing you standing there....well it was the best surprise of my life. I did a double take. Couldn't believe my eyes at first! Tristan leaned over and kissed her cheek, then smiled at her.
Mmmhmmm... he chuckled softly. Everyone in "the eye"... he was of course referring to London's giant ferris wheel t-thinks they have the best view...but they don't...we do. It was exciting to be up here at this time of night, right before the start of the new year. The gigantic chime would sound, thus the need for the ear plugs, followed by a 45 minute long fireworks display. The London Symphony would be playing life from Trafalgar Square during the whole thing. But they wouldn't be able to hear them from the clock tower.
Tristan couldn't help but laugh at her little awkward moment with the chocolate. Though he didn't find it awkward. He found it funny and sweet and adorable and everything that was cute. Brooklyn never need feel awkward or embarrassed in front of him. Tristan wasn't malicious or mean spirited.
Tristan reached up and touched her cheek, pushing some of her hair back behind her ear. I know...I just wanted to do it. He was just that type of guy. If he could afford to spoil a girl, which he obviously could, than he would do it. Because he just wanted her to feel special. Brooklyn was special to him and he was going to tell her that and show her that constantly. It was just how he did things. Tristan was the same with his Gran, not that he was comparing his relationship with Brooklyn to his relationship with his Grandmother, that would be just creepy. But the point was that, Tristan did special things for her, simply because he wanted to and could.
As Tristan continued to munch on his sandwich, he shook his head at her comment. No...this is the best. He assured her and he meant it. Tristan really had never had such a good sandwich. Perhaps it was simply because he was so struck with Brooklyn. But it didn't really matter the reason. He was enjoying it and that was all that mattered.
Tristan gave her an affectionate squeeze as she leaned into him. It felt so right, so perfect, so wonderful. Nothing could touch them, hurt them, change them, while they had each other. He kissed the top of her head, than rested his chin there, listening to the rhythm of her breaths. It'll run three more weeks, with 2 shows 4 days a week. And then I start rehearsals for Carmen...which is my first time doing an actual Opera since high school. Sure Tristan did operatic stuff all the time, but he also did pop, and whatever else the Broadway-esc stage productions required. He was actually a tad bit nervous about doing the opera though. It wasn't really that different, but Opera people and West End people rarely mixed company. It was becoming more common place these days though. So maybe I can come to Maine for a few days during that week. He smiled, excited at the thought.
So tomorrow... Tristan spoke again after a few minutes of romantic silence. I think I'll take you to meet Gran...that is, if you'd like to. We can spend the day with her, and then tomorrow she and I have a dinner party to go to...I can definitely get you added to the guest list if you'd like to come with me...Or you can stay behind at my flat if you'd be more comfortable...I-I'd cancel....But you see...I-its sort of...at the p-palace...w-with the Royal family.Tristan wondered if she would believe him, or think he was trying to put one over on her. But it was all true.
Looking at his watch, it ready 11:58 pm. Better put your earplugs in if you value your hearing.... he winked. [color-=green]It's nearly midnight.[/color] Tristan got up from their spot on the floor and helped Brooklyn to her feet. Putting his arm around her midsection, Tristan ushered her to the window, and put in his earplugs. When the chime began to sound, it was still startlingly loud, but it was still neat to experience it all. Leaning it, Tristan began to kiss Brooklyn at exactly midnight, and at the same time, literal and figurative fireworks began to pop in the air over London.[/ul][/size]
