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witchboyy · 10 years

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#;selfies #yes that is a wet to the bone evan peters in a see-through shirt sittin in a bath tub and staring at a rat #u r welcome #q

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witchboyy · 10 years

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The blond huffed a laugh as he realized the noises from the other end of the line came from Tristan smoking a cigarette. Aaron wanted to steal it from his fingers. "Okay. Just checking.", he sighed dramatically. "I'm glad." At the teasing words, he covered parts of his face with his free hand to hide the slight blush no one in the empty room could see. "Don't pride yourself on it, Dumont, I still prefer food over you."

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

"I mean, I don’t see why he wouldn’t be. I’ve left for less." Tristan shrugged nonchalantly, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. "It’s fine, Aaron, really. Like I said, I could use some time off. My other jobs will still be here when I get back." His tone was calm and reassuring as he lit the end of his cigarette, immediately taking a deep drag. "If I didn’t think I’d be able to come, I would just say so." Tristan shifted his gaze to his shoes, his knees pulled against his chest as he tried to figure everything out. "Oh, so I’m a necessity now?”

#c: tristan

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witchboyy · 10 years

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"Alright! He will be cool with it, right? What about your other jobs?", Aaron pondered. Now that he considered it, asking Tristan to drop everything just so he'd have a chance to be near him again was a selfish thing to do - and incredibly naive too. He hadn't really thought about it much, but even though Tristan was barely older than himself, he had responsibilities that went beyond those of a high school student. As glad as Aaron was that he seemed to be up for it, getting the other in trouble was the last thing that he wanted. "Are you sure this is okay?" Aaron wished he even knew what he was doing this for other than shameless self indulgence. Not that it was gonna stop him, though. He chuckled at the concerned questions coming his way. It was comforting to know someone worried about him even a little bit. "No, I'm fine. Once you're here I'll have everything I need.", he replied impishly. Aaron really couldn't complain about his current situation; mainly thanks to the financial resources his family might not have even realized they'd provided him with. Sure, it was a little weird being in a completely different place when he'd rarely left Beacon Hills before, and maybe he had to live more sparsely than he was accustomed to. But he could handle the bathroom and the bed and the spiders. He rarely spent time there anyway. The city had too much entertainment to offer.

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

Tristan nodded slightly, before realizing Aaron couldn’t see him. “I don’t see why not. I mean, technically, Damien’s my boss. I work for him sort of thing, so as long as he’s cool with it, it shouldn’t be a problem.” If any of the faculty got curious Tristan knew Damien could always say he was out buying supplies, or forming a lesson plan, or grading papers. There was an easy way out of this — and the more Tristan thought about leaving Beacon Hills for a few, the more he realized it was a good idea. Everything seemed polluted, abysmal; and he couldn’t figure out whether that was his own doing or Irvene’s, but he needed out. Temporarily, at least. “Right, okay.” Although he wouldn’t easily admit it, Tristan could understand that. He and Damien had left Maine, but he couldn’t seem to shake it completely. At least not the way his brother had. There were some things he helplessly clung to, some pieces of his old life that he never wanted to get rid of. Was that just human nature? This raised more questions about his relationship with Aaron than he really wanted to look into, so instead he pushed those thoughts aside, likening it up to nostalgia and comfort. “You’ll head all the way to the train station just for me?” He mused, laughing softly. “Sounds like a plan, I guess. Want me to bring anything? I mean, do you need anything?” He didn’t know how things were for Aaron, if he was doing okay, if he was eating regularly — and for some reason he found himself concerned about those things. Aaron didn’t grow up the way he and Damien had, he didn’t have to venture too deep to figure that much out. Was he really doing alright on his own?

#c: tristan #sorry for the text :c #also look how blue he is #and cute.#kyle was so cute in episode 1

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witchboyy · 10 years

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"Sounds great! Just tell me when you're on your way. " He smirked gleefully. "Are you sure the High School will manage without you for a bit?" He knew for a fact that Tristan and his brother were very appreciated by the student body and if he were a little less self-centered Aaron might feel bad for stealing him away from his peers. His former peers, he had to remind himself. Aaron's brows furrowed pensively as he tried to come up with a reasonable answer to a question he'd been hoping to avoid. "I guess it wasn't all bad.", he sighed, struggling to keep himself from deflecting for once. If he played it off then Tristan might rethink the whole thing. "...- I mean most of it was. But there's a few things and people I don't want to forget about." No matter how many times he attempted to convince himself he was better off on his own, Aaron grew fond of people too quickly and too deeply. And shortly after inevitably having tried to pull away he found himself starving for affection. At this point he probably should've found a way to break out of that particular cycle of self-deception. He had to clear his throat before continuing to speak. "So...yeah. I really do want you to come to San Francisco. Just humor me and I'll even pick you up from the train station or whatever."

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

"Yea?" It was almost hard to accept that Aaron really wanted him around. What did he mean to the blond anyway? "Well, I can probably head over there tomorrow or Thursday? I mean, I just have to find a way to get out of work." Work was the least of his concern. The question was, how was he going to get Damien to let him go? San Francisco was significantly closer to home than Maine, that much was true, but did that make a difference? How would he even get there? He still couldn’t drive. "Shit, my car’s still busted though." He grimaced at the realization that his brother still had his car keys, his free hand carding through his hair. "That’s okay, I’ll figure something out — you really want me to head over there?" Tristan couldn’t seem to shake the disbelief that had washed over him. Of all people, why did Aaron crave his company? "I mean, I thought you were sick of all things Beacon Hills?" His tone was soft, no anger or sarcasm in his voice, just genuine confusion. If Aaron was trying to start a new chapter of his life why was he re-introducing things from the last one?

#c: tristan #pretty much the only people who fall into that category are his coven and tristan #well his mom and dad too but that's an entirely different story #ooh wait and erica!

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witchboyy · 10 years

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Aaron burst out in a laugh that shook his entire body, but he absolutely did not blush. "I'm so glad we agree on that.", he replied with a shit eating grin once he'd calmed down enough to speak. His left hand that had been tapping a nervous beat at his side smoothed out on the covers and his stomach unclenched as he heard Tristan agree to the silly idea that had been swirling around his head for the last few days. "I don't know - when you feel like it, Tristan. I'll be here.", he chuckled. Aaron wouldn't mind if Tristan started packing his stuff right this second.

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

"It’s a full time job being the little brother, it really is." For the first time in what felt like forever, Tristan actually felt some semblance of happiness. There was a grin on his face, and he found it nearly unshakable. "Well, that’s all the reasoning I need. Fuck everything else San Francisco has to offer, Aaron Meyers is there.” Carefully, he picked up the dog laying down on his chest and placed him in the grass beside him, pushing himself up. “I’d be up for that though — when would you want me to head over there?”

#c: tristan #kae. there's only one explanation for logan's eyes being as glittery as they are.#senpai has noticed him.#sorry not sorry

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witchboyy · 10 years

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"I really have no idea what that's like but it sounds exhausting.", he drawled for full effect. Now that it's sprouted from his mouth he might as well give it everything he's got. It wasn't as if he hadn't been thinking about Tristan - this distancing himself thing obviously hadn't worked out the way he'd planned. "...just like everything else you do, what with your three jobs and all." He did want to see him. And he had missed him, even if that wasn't something he was gonna admit to. "Plus San Francisco has me, so come on! It'd be cool."

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

"Yea, the dog is a bit more of a recent development — we didn’t fight or anything." Tristan chuckled softly at Aaron’s invitation, not entirely sure what to make of it. Would leaving home right now in any capacity be a good idea? He and Damien weren’t even fighting, he just felt incredibly guilty all the time. He felt like a burden. Was that something he wanted to involve Aaron in? "He’s just my annoying older brother, you know that sort of thing." He trailed off for a moment, watching as Chunky climbed on top of him. "But I mean, if you want me to head over there for a few, I don’t see why not. I mean — I wouldn’t mind a few days off or anything." He laughed silently at himself, realizing that despite the inevitable breaking free from the monotony for a few days would probably be beneficial.

#c: tristan

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witchboyy · 10 years

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The tension drained out of Aaron's limbs at the words coming from the speaker. He plopped himself on the hard mattress of the motel bed, which barely gave in to catch his fall. "Huh, I didn't even know you had a dog." He managed to keep himself from wincing. This was probably going to bruise. "Sounds like things are wonderful between Burly PE teacher and you. Did you guys fight or something?" The tone of his voice was casual, but if Tristan had been in the room, Aaron's frown would have given away his concern. Good thing he wasn't then, right? Right. "You know, if things are weird at home you could always come lend me some company here.", he mumbled against his better judgement. Oh, screw it all to hell.

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

“Oh, hey — I’m alright. What’s up?” There was a nervousness in Aaron’s voice, some sort of tension that Tristan had trouble properly recognizing, but immediately found himself disliking. “Sorry, I’m walking the dog. It be my brother bugging me about dinner or something.” It was becoming increasingly more difficult as the days went on for Tristan to explain his apathetic tone — his apathetic disposition, but he was trying the best he could. Trying to make excuses. Because anything seemed better than the inevitable.

#c: tristan #yeah just pretend he's not standing up. or in a suit. or talking into a mic but into a phone instead #:D

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witchboyy · 10 years

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The Pipettes ;; I Like a Boy in Uniform (School Uniform)

#;songs #q

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By the time it was ringing on the other end Aaron had started pacing around the small motel room. He didn't even know what he was going to say to Tristan, much less how to avoid another uncomfortable turn. Why hadn't he thought this through again? Well, too late for that now, he thought, as heard the boy pick up and stopped in his tracks. "Hey, Tristan. How are you?" He was glad to hear the other's voice again, he really was, but there was something different about it; a kind of coldness that startled Aaron for a moment. Had he fucked up more than he'd realized? "It's Aaron", he rushed out unnecessarily. "I thought I'd call. You know, talk to you for a bit."

[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

Tristan leaned down and let Chunky off the leash, taking a seat on the grass. It was wet and cold as he pressed his back against the earth, but he didn’t really care. It’d take a while for the morning dew to permeate through his pants and his hoodie, and either way he was indifferent to the whole thing. The small Rottweiler ran around in circles before deciding to roll around in the grass, a small smile making its way across Tristan’s face. “Yea, doofus,” he chuckled, “the grass is nice, isn’t it?” Honestly, he’d been out of sorts lately, more out of sorts than he’d ever been. No matter how happy something would normally make him it just further deepened the void. Nothing was getting better, only worse, and that was something he had never experienced before. Everything he’d managed to do with himself just made him feel like more of a burden than usual. Harley feeling obligated to apologize, Damien feeling the need to hover him — it was just all a bit much. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a small sigh escaping him before he finally picked it up. “Hello?” He hadn’t bothered to look at the contact info, it didn’t really matter who it was. He lacked the energy to screen his calls.

#c: tristan #wow this is shit

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witchboyy · 10 years

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[Outgoing Call to Tristan Dumont]

"Oh man. Okay. No chickening out, Aaron!", he mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the iPhone in his hand. This was stupid of him; really, really stupid. When he left he'd promised to himself not to talk to Tristan for a while - for as long as possible, in fact. He didn't want to get any more attached than he already was. It wasn't something he was suited for. But then they'd texted -first mistake- and Aaron had managed to make a complete idiot of himself -second mistake- and now he was pretty sure the boy resented him, or thought he was being resented. Or something. So Aaron had no choice but to make mistake number three. He took a calming breath and pressed the number in Tristan's contact info.