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 Here we go again, Tristen
Sierra J. Peters
 Posted: Jul 7 2014, 12:06 PM
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A low sigh slipped free of the redhead as she slid from the back of the cab, grabbing her purse out and slamming the car door barely before the damn thing took off speeding and they wondered why she didn't tip the assholes.WHY? Because they were just that ASSHOLES. If she wasn't so fucking tired from such a crap ass day at work she would have walked the few blocks home. Simple fact was though it was a fucking wreck tonight. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. They had countless fights, equal amounts of barfing all over the place. The damn beer dispenser busted and sprayed every fucking where making her soaking wet and like a true alcoholic. Oh and one of the speakers busted and could have caught on fire if they hadn't caught it in time. Oh yeah tonight was great, her tips were horrible to. Far less than normal because it was mostly women around this evening. Sierra was ready to just... get a shower, climb into bed and stay there.

Checking the time on her phone she shifted her purse on her shoulder and climbed the three flights of stairs to her only semi decent apartment, listening to see if asshole was next door but not hearing anything. If he was there was no sound coming from within. Well that would be good. She didn't need to deal with his shit tonight too. Tossing her phone into her purse and grabbing her keys out of her pocket she began to unlock the locks to her apartment with one hand while pushing back strands of beer soaked hair back with the other licking her lips and wrinkling her nose at the disgusting flavor that came from her. The mixture of the beers and the fact that it happened over half an hour ago now wasn't tasty at all. Slipping through the door she hung her purse and keys on the little pegs behind her door after closing it and locking it behind her. Heading deeper into her house only to let out a startled scream and jumping three feet in the air when she happened upon her living room and a very relaxed male figure just lounging on her rather used black leather couch.

Bringing her hand to her sticky wet chest she felt her heart thump against her hand hard and quick threatening to jump free, squeezing her eyes shut she took a deep breath. Then another, and another before letting her eyes open to take in a man whom had not moved from his spot nor really paid much attention to her at all. After all he'd expected her reaction, he knew her reactions. Knew her too well. "What the hell are you doing here!" she said letting out a breath and shaking her head. "Couldn't call, or write, or send a fucking carrier pigeon with some kind of warning notice? " she asked in an annoyed tone. Letting her blue amber flecked eyes wander over the man of her past. One of the many anyways. One of the few that actually mattered. Taking in the crisp clean suit, the perfectly styled hair, the chiseled beautiful features, the haunted eyes that held a dark past. The redhead nearly smirked at the glass of wine in his hand, the bread, fruit and cheese on the table the other glass for herself handy and waiting. It wasn't until she saw her sketch book she glared once more.

"Sure help yourself as always Harlington. Disappear, for years thats fine no word even better, come back and think you own the fucking place. Great plan. " she snorted and took off for her room to change, and grab a quick shower. Needing to get the ick off of her. Stripping free of the clothes that clung to her body she tossed them to the side, sliding into the shower and scrubbing her skin in an angry manner, pissed at the man in the living room for just popping up out of the blue like always thinking he could. Always thinking he could. Its what he did. Tristen Harlington thought he owned her, and everything else wrinkling her nose she finished quickly and just as quickly got dressed before heading back out to join him. Grabbing her scotch from the cabinet before taking a seat across from him. The black tank top clung to her still wet skin and the boy short panties left little to the imagination but he'd seen her in far less. "Where have you been and why are you here now?"
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Tristen C. Harlington
 Posted: Jul 8 2014, 10:56 PM
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Six years. that's how long it had been since he had even been around this area. honestly, the male wasn't sure how he felt about it. everything was the same yet..it all different. the same kids that would be running around, were now teens or close to being it.. cooly walking around... it was weird. it was bad enough he hadn't seen his family in the same amount of time. six years was a while. Tristen Carmichael Harlington was one of a kind and change wasn't a likely thing. his suits never grew smaller, they only shifted sizes. or he just bought the exact same suits in the same sizes. he couldn't help it. ever since he was younger, change wasn't always for the better. the last change he had accepted was being adopted for a second time. however after the accident, he isn't sure that was the best thing to have happened anymore... no one in his family was angry at him, or mad... upset. Tristen was... never would he forgive himelf for what had happened.

Tristen had avoided any contact... the only person he would see was his mother, Melody. she was... everything he could ask for in a mother. even that he had almost fucked up. throwing a tantrum one day when he was younger and giving her a knarly slash on her wings. they weren't as tainted as his were and they still had a glamorous look about them.. but the scar, it was noticable and everytime he saw it, it reminded him that much more of how much he sucked. sucked as a person, a brother, a son and a friend. he wanted nothing more than to run away forever. obviously that goal was attempted but was non fulfilled. the man made his way down the street to the apartment he had searched and had P.I's on for a few weeks now. the place was the size of his master bedroom, or thats how he saw it. it was definitely..Sierra. everything about the area was his best friend...or ex. the two hadn't spoken since the incident that led his brother into a wheelchair.. and no one would ever speak of it. that he made sure of.

As he approached the door, his fingers fished through his pockets for the keys.he swung the ring around his fingers before easily opening the door. a disgusted sound escaped his throat as he looked around. yup, this was where Sierra was living. shutting and locking the door behind him his body headed towards the kitchen he would hope to find, bada-bing! wine. and scotch of course, but tonight he felt he needed mind. Tristen had come back for a reason, one only Sierra could/would help with. the fridge wasn't stocked full, but enough to where he could find what he needed...cheese and bread, plus making extra for her whenever she got home. if he was correct with the time, his eyes darted to his watch, it should have been in a few moments. not caring about how light or dark the living room was, he lounged on the sofa, wine in hand and he waited. of course he was nosy while waiting. her sketch books were never hard to find, so finding the one 'hidden' by the sofa wasn't that hard. he heard her in the hall way doing whatever she was doing.. damn she took forever. at least that hadn't changed in the past few years. as soon as she opened the door, he didn't say a word. if he wanted to get a word in he would have to tie her down and talk. but, he didn't so he let her jitter around. before he knew it she was off to shower. "Good... she wreaked.."

Laying his head back on the couch, he counted, hummed, sung. on the inside he was flipping out and still a bit shocked about the passed few months. the outside was completely different. calm. collected. Tristen took a breath when the door opened.. well it was about time. still though, he didn't open his mouth to speak, she'd ask questions, then he'd answer. sorta. Tristen swirled the wine on his hand, letting his eyes linger for a few seconds before finally making eye contact with her. "Peters, it's nice to see you too. Glad you haven't changed in the least bit." his tongue ran over his lips swiftly before taking a sip of the wine. getting right to the point wasn't who he was, but since this was eating at his chest, he had a feeling he was going to have to give in faster then he wanted too. "What? I can't just come over to see my best friend? No matter what? hm.. noted." next he grabbed some grapes. maybe he was more nervous to know what she may think since he had done what he had. "I have been... away for a while. I just needed space to clear my head and think. now I am back and I figured I'd stop by before surprising my mother and giving her a heart attack." that's where he had been, why he was there was just a little more tricky to answer. "We can't talk about why I am here if you're upset. It isn't that kind of conversation." this was when Tristens guard dropped ever so slightly. Sierra had seen his scars, had seen everything.. she had felt everything he felt. so not turning to goop while she was around, well that was always a challenge.
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Sierra J. Peters
 Posted: Jul 9 2014, 03:57 PM
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The redhead could feel the anger swirling inside of her, he did that to her. Well okay a lot of people made her angry, furious really but Tristen Harlington was one of those who really got under her skin and that was probably because of how well he knew her, how long he'd known her for, and how close she, he and his family were. If they were the marrying type..... if SHE were the marrying type well she was pretty sure they would have been on the cover of every wedding magazine this side of the world at some point least thats what his family probably thought at some point. Grinding her teeth slowly she carefully poured herself a glass of scotch, bringing it to her full lips and taking a swig, swirling the brown spice in her mouth before swallowing. They would probably have figured out how to work out their differences, the one where he wanted more from her than just what she wanted to give and her with her I dont like to settle down attitude... its what broke them up, they couldn't find compromise. Tristen was in love with her, willing to give her all of him or as much as he COULD give, to see her more than just a contract but she.... she couldn't allow him that, couldn't. Sierra couldn't give him all of her, she couldn't stop flirting with other men, she couldn't and it was their downfall, or the beginning of it.

The end of it was when Tristen had caught her and his brother together, innocently flirting and just enjoying each others company as friends. Sam was always so easy to talk to, they had a lot in common, like art for one, his brother being an ass for two. In reality, Sierra cared about Tristen far to much to actually allow herself to fall into the arms of Samson as a lover knowing full well it was Tristen's brother. That didn't stop the winter fairy from getting pissed and attacking Sam. Sierra being reduced to the strength, speed and everything else as practically a human did about the best she could do. Sat back and yelled at the two men to stop their stupid fighting. Going to get Melody and the others. By the time they got back it was done, the damage was done. While Sam had gotten a few good hits on Tristen, left a few good scars. Tristen had the upper hand, and the surprise in the beginning. The fight which she knew wasn't meant to turn serious, but rather was meant to be a warning... protective, to assert his territorial bullshit went wrong and it ended with Samson in a wheelchair and Sierra fuming at Tristen. The woman never had a chance to express the fury, because the look on his face was enough to quiet it to a simmer and he was gone, disappeared before anything more could be done really.
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"Well you know Harlington, people like us don't do change very well. We never have." she answered easily. They were one in the same she swore half the time. Tristen and she, cut from the same cloth. Both having scars they liked to keep hidden. So why he thought she could just so easily give into him, what he wanted... that she could stop flirting around, stop sleeping with other men and all that jazz something she was so used to just because she may have felt something for him.... to change so much... she wasn't sure. Time people needed time for that. He gave her none. Rolling her eyes at him she snorted. "Oh, your best friend huh. Six years, you disappear without a sound well almost.... would have thought you dead if not the fact that Melody wasn't sobbing her heart out anytime I called in to see how things were.... but six years, no calls, no letters, no nothing and then you just pop in...." she grated in her irritated tone, her eyes glaring daggers at him as she tipped her glass and killed off the shot of scotch before pouring another. Maybe drinking right now wasn't the best of ideas. With Tristen in the room it was either going to fire her up to beat the shit out of him or fire her up to attack him and rid him of that ridiculous suit he liked so much. Either way she probably shouldn't be drinking and yet, she filled the glass once more while she listened to his bullshit i've been away for a while excuse he was giving her. Running her tongue along her straight white teeth behind her lips she shook her head, her eyes returning to Tristen a moment later when he mentioned not being able to talk about why as long as she was upset.

The redhead could feel the mood shift in the room, she could feel the way he opened to her. It was a way he opened to no one else, not even Melody. Tristen had shown her every scar he had, whether he meant to or whether she happened upon them herself, he'd shared with her things he'd never shared with anyone else, just as she had with him certain things. Sierra knew it was serious if he was dropping it all and laying it on the line then. "You.... are such an ASSHOLE!" she growled at him. "YOU DONT GET TO DO THAT!" she screamed furiously. "Just walk away and then six years later strut back like some proud fucking peacock flaunting his god damn feathers thinking everything is just peachy. IT ISNT. YOU WALKED AWAY!!! You didnt' call, you didnt email, or write, or ANY OF IT. Now you're here! ITS NOT FAIR and I cant be PISSED!? FUCK YOU HARLINGTON I AM BEYOND PISSED!" she said sitting her drink down stalking toward him and hovering over him. "You are an arrogant, manipulative, over-protective, over-bearing, no time giving son of a...... " she didn't want to finish that sentence because Melody wasn't a bitch, the people who adopted him before were and his birth parents well who knew but.... she was seething with anger and she had missed the asshole and he hadn't even called her. So she did what she did best. Sierra Jade Peter's kicked him HARD in the shin. "You should have called dickwad. Now.... now.... we can talk." she said huffing out her last bit of anger, or at least the anger still swirling about on the topside. Plopping on the couch next to him she folded her arms across her belly. "Whats going on, why are you really here, why did you really come back Tristen?"
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Tristen C. Harlington
 Posted: Jul 10 2014, 11:03 PM
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Stupidity was never close to Tristen. not even across the street. everything about this man's life was prim, proper and perfect. well, now it was. when he was born it was a mess. given away by his birth parents who decided they didn't want a boy. leaving him to sit in his own shit for days before finally handing him over... only to be adopted by human parents who, when he got older and his wings were shown one day, basically tried to rip him to shreds. the male had only flown a few times in his life. now it was physically impossible. the tattoo on his back looked like twigs, looked as though someone just painted a few lines. it went along with the burned on tally marks that lay underneath them. his human parents were... horrible. never again did he trust humans.. it was a good thing the next people to try to take him in were faries. obviously that wasn't a coincident.. it happened on purpose.. but now nothing was more important than family. it was always his number one.. it's what made this trip so hard.

There was no doubt that the redhead was going to be pissed off. one, he was in her house. two, he was drinking her wine. three, he had been gone for years. lastly, he had only tried to call her once.. so he already knew what he was getting himself into. he was actually taken by surprise with how 'calm' she was being. however he should have known that as soon as he opened his mouth he was going to regret it. there were remarks, and attitude. it's who he was and how he'd always be. nothing about him was nice anymore. many people have explained that if he continued to be the asshole that he was, he'd get no where in life. that's when he waved his money in their face and told them to fuck off, kiss his balls. it was as easy as that. the best part? most of the money he had wasn't given to him. of course he owed all of his thanks to Melody and... he swallowed and looked up at Sierra as soon as her foot made contact with his shin. his wine glass went one way as his body went another. "You fucker!" why had he come here again? seriously, the abuse he had years ago was enough. didn't need her shit.

Then again, she was the only person he could go to for this. the only place... ONLY place he could ever let his guard down. the male paced around the floor, his hand gripping at his jaw, doing his damn best not to grab her and watch her just go blue, pale and then breathless. all in the same second, his own heart stopped beating.. what the hell was he thinking. he'd never be able to do that to her. he'd only be that much more depressed...getting two funerals ready instead of two. he sat on the couch a few moments before she had. "You done being a complete bitchh?" all of the humor was gone from his eyes, his body. now all he wanted to do as go home. honestly Tristen was regretting coming here. maybe he should have just sent Melody over and the entire thing would have been all set and he would have secretly lived in his mother's house, finishing the business he had began. "And is calling me a peacock a crack at me wings? " he raised a brow, trying to lighten the mood a bit. obviously she also didn't want anything to do with humor.

This was the tricky part.

A small breath escaped his lips as he leaned forward on his knees. knuckles were white as he held them together.. chin resting on top. Tristen focused on the wall ahead of him.. not looking at Sierra what so ever, ignoring everything. this is when he realised he couldn't do this. standing back up, he paced...slow. walking small circles. finding the small, yet, effective window in the room, he stood and watched out. both hands fell into his pant pockets, trying to keep everything together. "Greyson..." he could barely get his name out. clearing his throat he nodded out the window, eyes looking at the stars as though he was watching... "My father passed away.." passed away, murdered. was there a difference? it was hard not to go out and find the bastard that had done it.. but he held it together. he knew he couldn't leave his mother... get in trouble. no matter how easy it would be to kill the damn bastard. "That's why I'm back. I figured you'd want to know." his voice monotone.. no emotion. nothing. Tristen could feel the tears.. but he refused. fucking refused to let himself do this. especially after what she had just said and done... his right hand wiped under his nose also wiping his mouth... "i can go." and that's when his voice broke. he was screwed..
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Sierra J. Peters
 Posted: Jul 11 2014, 12:56 PM
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Sierra couldn't help the smirk that played against her full lips as he glared up at her and yelled out those two little words. 'you fucker' hell she even gave a snicker of amusement at the words, and the death stare that had over taken his beautiful green eyes she had always enjoyed. "Oh the language, tsk tsk and wrong. I dont exactly fuck HER. I thought you would remember that well enough. Strictly dickly asshole." she purred easily as she watched him pace the room in front of her. Knowing he was pissed, then again it was so easy to piss Tristen off and she was good at it. The difference was where most people would suffer his wrath, would end up in some kind of pain because they pissed him off. Sierra would certainly not. At least no physical pain. Mental, emotional.... he could try anyways. Sierra's blue amber flecked eyes watched as he continued his pacing, watched as he continued to hold his jaw, she knew the signs god he wanted to punish her and the thought made her squirm a little on the inside. Just a little. Licking her lips she sighed as he sat on the couch once more, asking if she was done being the complete bitch they both knew she could and usually turned out to be.

Pursing her lips she cocked her head to the side thinking about it. Was she done being a complete bitch? Sierra wasn't sure. She couldn't make any promises because lets face it after all. Sierra's reactions all depended on his actions and what he came to tell her after six fucking long years of no god damned contact stupid fucking tinkerbell! Sierra could feel her temper rising once more but she struggled to push it down, taking another swallow of scotch before nodding and giving a smirk. "For now I promise to remain docile as I can manage." she said in a soft tone, she even batted her eyes in a very girlish manner much like her sister Bailey would do just to add some sugar on the sundae. Giving a sigh she relaxed back into her couch when she sensed the seriousness of the conversion or rather where it was heading. While it may piss her off she was going to try to behave the best she could because it was obviously bothering Tristen, and he obviously needed her. Otherwise he wouldn't have come. A smirk tipped her lips once more at his words and she shrugged her shoulders playfully. "maybe. What if it was, you gonna throw some fairy dust on me and make me fly there twinkle toes? I gotta tell you, i dont think that works without happy thoughts." she taunted lightly trying to lighten the mood along side him, even nudging him lightly with her shoulder. Something was definitely going on and it was beginning to eat at her insides.

Sierra's eyes followed every motion Tristen made, she followed the rise of his back when he took a breath, she followed the curve of his spine when he leaned forward, the way his elbows pressed into his knees, the way his knuckle bones threatened to pop free from the skin that covered them, How his jaw locked, his eyes became focused anywhere but on her, and yet how unfocused they were all at the same time. How much strength he was forcing into himself. Sierra sat there, her lips pressed together, her knees beginning to bounce in a slight nervousness at his actions. Again with the pacing. Oh god something was wrong. Really wrong. Swallowing the slowly mounting worry she rubbed her sweaty palms on her bare thighs as he stood, his back to her at the window. Watching the world outside. Sierra barely picked up Greyson's name from Tristen's lips, it was so cracked and fractured, so fragile and soft she had to strain to hear it. Oh god. Sierra was already up off the couch before the next words slid from his lips. Greyson was gone? The redhead had never really been close to the older Harlington man, not like she was the younger harlington men, or Melody but he seemed like a good man. How was Melody taking this, she had to be... Sierra didn't believe in love at all. Hell Love was fairy tale to her. Bullshit but if she were to believe in it, then those two people had it. "Oh god." she whispered as he continued to speak, when his voice broke she shook her head already by his side at the window. Reaching out she placed a hand on his shoulder, finger tips first very carefully. "Tris.... I'm so...." she didn't even finish before she wedged her way between him and the window, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her front against his own in a slow calculated move. It may have been six years but Sierra remembered how to handle Tristen. "Stay. Stay for a while. Let it out and i'll go with you to see your mom." she whispered as she buried her face into his neck. "I'm so sorry."
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Tristen C. Harlington
 Posted: Jul 11 2014, 08:04 PM
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The comments coming out of Sierra's mouth were really pissing him off. seriously if he didn't love her so much, he would have had her up against the wall with his hand around her throat. seriously, she needed to learn when to shut up. obviously no one had gotten that through her thick head. one day... one day someone would come along and probe to her that being a hard ass all of the time wasn't needed. that somewhere other people cared about her even if it was the first time they had ever spoken. instead she wore thorns on her skin and no matter where you touched, you were going to bleed. of course Sierra didn't care about that, she thought it as the greatest thing ever. really, Tristen hated every part of it.. but he loved her. every single second of the day, he loved her an always thought about her. it was another reason he figured if he left, he had to rip the bandaid and never return. it was the easiest thing for everyone.. or at the time thats what he thought.

"Really Sierra?!" he glared at her quickly. the nonsense of him being a Fairy. he was one hot mother fucker and there was no need to make fun of who he was. hell he didn't even have wings anymore. "and I don't carry dust, you fuckkface..." he mumbled the ending.. the nudge only ticking him off that much more. it literally took everything for him not to just flip out, or punch something in near range. instead he worked on focusing on something else. like out the window.. anything else. as soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he kidding. all he wanted to do was take a breath and just say that it was all a joke, and he just wanted to make her get into bed with him. if only that were true.. why cuoldn't that scenario be true? to lay her back in bed... and hold her again. the only person who he ever enjoyed skin on skin with. they had only ever felt that closeness a few times... but he missed it. Tristen turned his head over his side as her hand rested on his shoulder. he turned his head off to the side, back out the window... he knew what as coming next.. she was going to get close... closer then close..

Three, two.... her arms were around his neck and he was now trapped.. damn did it feel fantastic. her arms hadn't changed at all. the fit of their body still matched. it took longer then usual, but his arms made it around her body. this time, he did something he hadn't done in years... maybe ever. he pulled her closer. as close as he could possibly get her. possibly the closest he had been to anyone ever... from there, he only pulled her closer, his chest giving out and one soft sob escaped. dammit, why was he one of the biggest saps when he was with her.. he hated every second ofit... but he hated that his father was gone just that much more. taking a breath he tried to back off, but he ccouldn't... all he wanted to do was stay in her arms... keep his arms around her. Tristen didn't apologize, yet that's all he wanted to do . for everything. explain to her that he didn't mean to leave, didn't mean to harm his brother or leave their relationship. it just felt like he had too.. instead of letting go and moving, his arms stayed around Sierra and he brought them to her couch.. he sat down carefully before laying sideways and taking her with him. that's when his face hid into her hair.. it was still damp.. the scent.. it was her. all her. "she's a mess.. and I can't lose it in front of her.. only you.. I trust you with my life.." his lips brushed her forehead before keeping her close. "I love you... I'm sorry, but I love you.." it needed to come out.. what better way to shout it out then after telling her after some sad news... that's how he rolled.
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Sierra J. Peters
 Posted: Jul 11 2014, 08:23 PM
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Sierra had expected him to tense, she expected his body to harden beneath her grasp but he didn't. Sure he didn't exactly return the embrace right away, then again he never did, it always took at least a second before his brain seemed to get his arms to work. When his arms did wrap around her though they did so tightly. They pulled her closer still, erasing the distance she had purposefully kept between her body and his own. That distance she knew to keep so he didn't hyperventilate. It had been years since she had hugged him and she didn't know how many people he'd allowed to do so since. Sierra was trying to make sure he didn't go crazy while she tried to comfort him but he continued to surprise her as he dragged her further and further in until she was all but lost in his embrace.

Until she was practically part of him, every inch of her body melted against his own as he clutched her to him, and she grasped him to her, her fingers trailing lightly through the hair at the base of his skull in a soothing manner. Eyes squeezing shut as he let out a sob, her heart..... what little of a heart she had in that icy chest of hers aching for the man she knew so well from her past. For his whole family, for a man she never truly got to know whose life was now over so unexpectedly. Sierra felt herself being maneuvered across the room toward her couch, being tugged down with Tristen to lay there, wrapped in that tight embrace that threatened to never break apart.

Sierra was afraid of what would happen if she loosened her hold on him, afraid if she did he'd shatter apart into a million pieces. Hearing his soft fragile words she felt her brows furrow and she nodded gently as he kissed her head. "I understand, break all you want, i'll help glue you back before we go to her." she whispered a moment before he finished what he had to say. A lump forming in her throat, thick and heavy, all her insides becoming stone and uncomfortable at those three words. 'I love you.' he said them so easily. Hell he always had. If he loved her how did he leave so easily? How did he stay gone without turning back? How was that love? Love was non existent. He loved an ideal. now wasn't the time. ".......tristen..." she whispered, giving a soft sigh and nuzzling her face against his cheek pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, wrapping one leg around his making sure he was pressed even tighter and more secure to her body, and very much more intimately as well.
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Tristen C. Harlington
 Posted: Jul 26 2014, 12:03 PM
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When it came to Tristens life there was only one person who understood the entire thing. no matter what came his way, as soon as it was done, Sierra was the first person he ran too. most people went to their guy friends, their brothers, possibly their father... he didn't. with everything that had gone on in his life he had been the stone... or well the rock. she had held him many nights, avoiding his weak spots. there was nothing more Tristen wanted was to have that again. for the past six years, he hadn't known what to do with himself. it wasn't until the news of his father that brought him back. if it wasn't for that, he probably wouldn't even be here. there was no point in returning after what he had done to his brother... how he had treated the rest of his family, he didn't even deserve to be there now.. but since he never got to apologize to his father for what had happened, it only brought his spirit that further down. <p>

The Harlington family had done nothing but be there for him, saved him from himself and his "parents". it was bad enough to be abused by the family you were born into... but when the family that adopts you decides to basically ruin the rest of your life? well that traumatized a person. whenever Melody took him in and told him what she was going to help him with, he didn't believe it. there was no way he could love family anymore. after everything... it took a few years before he could even sit on the same couch as someone... he'd sit across from them, hell maybe in a different room. the first time he sat on the couch with anyone it was with his mother... and then his father had to join them... he sat in the middle. Tristen would always remember that day as the day his life turned around. of course he hadn't hugged them for almost six years. and the first person he hugged, well that was Samson... actually, the male couldn't help himself one day and just decided to attack Tristen with a hug he was lucky he hadn't killed him when he was that age... but now... now he really had almost killed him and his whole life had changed. <p>

Most of the fun was out of his life... now it had been brought down to the serious level and he didn't think he'd get back to where he used to be any time soon. now with his father passing, it had only made him sink that much further back into his depression. as he lay on the couch with Sierra, everything seemed to come flowing back. as his arms embraced the redhead, his face hid into her hair. what came out of his mouth sort of just...slipped. he meant it of course, but he never meant to actually say it. especially since he knew nothing would ever happen between them again. it was the fact that he was back home and she was in her arms. they weren't at his place but her inky dinky apartment would have to do. her leg slid around his which made a breath escape... "Sierra...." and that's when a few tears finally left his eyes. since he heard the news of his father, no tears had actually been shed.. but now.. now he had Sierra and everything felt so real all over again. "He's gone Sierra.... Grey is gone.."
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