Tristans side

Tristan was a simple man who owned a bookshop, he loved books. He love the smell of books, the stories in them, and he love reatoring books. He was not someone who cared for money or materialistic things. Tristan also didn’t bullshit around and wasn’t afraid to call anyone out. He was headstrong and a talented mage. Tristan had always known of his magic, his parents practice such and taught him when he showed skills. Tristan was lucky like that, to have parents who raisef him well. They were not perfect by no means, but there could be worse. Tristan … Continue reading Tristans side

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It comes around.

Voltruist had been staying around Tristan book shop more and more these days. In the days before the curse the two had seem rather close. Tristan gotten some new shipments in and wanted Voltruist to look through and see if he like any books. He already come back from a mission, Mateo was in town. Since Zagine was always up Mateo ass and Mateo Zagines, he figure he could disappear to Tristans. Plus Zagines girlfriend was out of town so he was extra clingy to Mateo. Voltruist was pretty sure the two fucked each other. He always thought it funny, … Continue reading It comes around.

Life isn’t a book.

Voltruist had lately been buried in his book, he was abit heart broken lately. Few months earlier he had gathered courage to confess feelings to his friend Tristan. They had spent alot of time together since the accident Tristan was in. Voltruist wishing he knew magic that he could maybe find the cure to his friends curse. Also been trying to avoid Zagine as he was in mourning and trying to hunt Tristan and Indigo down for the death of his lover. Voltruist over the years had gotten close to Tristan and thought he felt the same, as Tristan seem … Continue reading Life isn’t a book.

The flower shop.

Tristan was walking down the street, heading to Voltruist church. Book in hand ready to deliver it to the priest, along with a conversation. Since Indigo refused to listen or help uim, he’d figure it out himself. He head up the steps, walking through the door. He blink some looking around “Wow.” He say. “Can I help you?” A voice spoke out, Tristan blinks again and looks at the elder gentleman and smiled. “I’m looking for Father Voltruist, I have book he ordered. He ask I deliver it.” He told him. Stahs stared at him and then says “Tristan.” Tristan … Continue reading The flower shop.

To be kindred

The bell rings as the door opens, alerting the shop keep someone had entered. The shop keeper walks to the front, to his counter.”Hey Indi, welcome back again. ” Tristan greets. Indigo gave a smile and wave “Hey. Im looking for anything from that new poet about.” He told him. Tristan chuckles “Uh well unfortunately outside of news paper submission, I’m afraid he hasn’t made a book yet. Though rumor has it, he is working on one.” Indigo pouted a little “Ugh, my sire likes his stories, reads them in the paper. I was just hoping you could perform another … Continue reading To be kindred

Tristan the bookshop owner.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come with me. Such a long walk and I find such can be more enjoyable with another.” Father Voltruist spoke while walking on such a lovely night. “Yeah you also said Zagine was too busy to give a fuck. Besides there is a shop on this side of town I wanted to check out anyways.” Val mentions, barely paying the priest much mind. Voltruist smiled a little as they continued walking. “What shop are you looking to check out? ” he ask. Val arch a brow and looked around “What shop? Oh…uh…” glancing at … Continue reading Tristan the bookshop owner.