lost time [trinity]

[tristan adrien slade]

tristan adrien slade

The events of the past weeks had really put things into perspective for Tristan. It seemed that Tristan's world was not only destroyed, but it had been turned upside down. He knew that it was only thinking in hindsight, but after Death destroyed the city that he had lived in all his life, Tristan realised what a coward he had been for staying along the sidelines of this war for so long. He should have helped, instead of being afraid of his family's and the public's judgement of whatever side he took. 

Maybe then he would have felt more as if he deserved the place that he was given in the safe house that he was currently staying in. Not that he wasn't trying his best to earn that place, to help out as much as he could. He helped handing out food and clothes, for as far as that was available, and he helped keep spirits high for as far as that was possible. Some of the kids really loved talking to him about Quidditch though, and distracting those little ones from the war raging outside was the least he could do. Making an effort to help was after all the reason why he fled to an Order safe house, instead of joining his parents at whatever hiding place they ran off to.

He had spend most of his morning around some of the kids, telling them once again about the finale that he played during his first year playing for the Wasps. Despite having heard the story of that final goal more than a dozen time before, the youngsters were still hanging onto his lips to hear every detail. After the story finished, Tristan decided to see if he could make himself useful in any way for the rest of the day. 

However, when he turned a corner he almost bumped into someone. Someone who, when he laid his eyes upon her, looked very familiar to him. "Trinity?" He asked, his eyes widening in surprise. "I- I didn't know you were here," he said, he had been here for quite some time already, but they'd never run into each other before. "Are you- How have you been?" He asked, it seemed ages since they had last seen each other. That late morning when she left, after he had convinced her to stay for breakfast. 

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[trinity selene levens]

trinity selene levens

trinity didn’t know the last time she had thought of peace.

not just felt it- thought of it. imagined it as something obtainable in a world entirely rooted in chaos. it wasn’t the first time death had sunken its talons into society, and yet, trinity couldn’t help the thought that it would be the last. not in their victory through its influence, but in falling to its hold. it was a horrifying sentiment to admit internally. she hadn’t dared yet utter it out loud; it wouldn’t have done anyone any good.

instead, she spent the majority of her time working with the members of the order. the ministry itself was in shambles – though many would say that of it even before it all had gone asunder – so her position among those ranks mattered little anymore. rank in general mattered little anymore, when everyone was crammed in the same safehouses and slept on the same, dingy floors.

exhaustion pulled at her bones as she stumbled back into the safehouse from another shift spent searching for people in need of help. it was sometime in the morning, probably closer to midday than the sunrise. she’d been out since early evening the night before. she felt a few moments away from collapsing entirely right where she stood. instead, she let her feet carry her forward and her lips pull into a kind smile.

while she was on her way toward collapsing, a man briskly stepped in her way. she looked up, prepared to give another gentle smile and offer her assistance, when their face flashed into familiarity.

“tristan,” she greeted cautiously. something like adrenaline jolted her puppet limbs to life. the last time she had seen him felt like years ago. it was months, maybe. weeks more than likely.

her eyebrow rose at his awkward, uncharacteristic stumbling over his words. “i travel between the safehouses, but i’ve been stationed here for a few days. the order rotates the personnel to keep fresh eyes on the surrounding areas. i’m about as good as one would expect, accordingly. but i’m alive, and that is not something i will take for granted.” she looked him over in a casual assessment of his health. “how are you? do you need anything from us?”

tristan adrien slade

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[tristan adrien slade]

tristan adrien slade

When his eyes travelled over her, he could see how tired she was, how worn down after the last couple of weeks. But gosh, it didn't take away from the fact that she was beautiful. He didn't know when exactly he had realised that he wanted more from Trinity than he did from most people, but it might have been at the same moment that he realised he didn't want her to leave the morning after the night they spent together. The past weeks he had caught himself thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, hoping that she was still alive. It was why, despite the setting and everything around him, a smile pulled at the corners of his lips when he saw her. 

“i travel between the safehouses, but i’ve been stationed here for a few days. the order rotates the personnel to keep fresh eyes on the surrounding areas. i’m about as good as one would expect, accordingly. but i’m alive, and that is not something i will take for granted.”

He felt stupid about stumbling over his words when he saw the expression it brought to her face. It was uncharacteristic of him, but then again, many things he had done the last couple of weeks had been very uncharacteristic of him. If he had stayed with what he knew, how he was raised to be, then he never would have been there. And then he would have stopped thinking about Trinity weeks ago. "Good," He said, nodding. He didn't know how to explain to her how happy he was to know she was alive without making an even bigger fool of himself. "I'm glad," he said, "To see you I mean, to see that you're alright." He said, running a hand through his hair. He hoped she didn't notice the colour of embarrassment on his cheeks.  

“how are you? do you need anything from us?”

He shook his head at her. "No, not at all. Is there anything I can do for you though?" He asked, realising he didn't mean the Order really, but more just her. "All these kids have been really enjoying all my Quidditch stories, but I would like to make myself more useful if I can," he said. "Besides, I think you really need to get some food and some sleep. So, just tell me whatever you were on your way to do, and I'll take over. Or I can get you that food if you want. It won't be like the breakfast I cooked you up last time, but the soup around here is pretty great too." He said, trying to lighten the mood from this awkwardness that he knew he was solely responsible for.

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