Boy's dont cry
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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1,643
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4
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My immortal
When Tristan finally woke he watched as the sunrays desperately tried to get through the heavy clouds of rain, he sighed and sat up lighting a cigarette. He still wondered why he had dreamt of the elf. He had not even thought about him for 30 or something years.
Better not think about him now, there was no use missing him, Ol was lost to others and himself. The last time he had seen him, he had been so doped he was not even sure he had recognized him. Tristan frowned, he couldn\'t believe what a wreck Amdir had turned him into, Ol was easily manipulated that was no secret, and that damned darkelf had seen it right away, eyeing himself a easy victim. Only a scared soul like Ol could see love in the actions of this despicable creature. \"Oh kitten\" he whispered and shook his head. How he wished that he had been stronger back then, that he had not listened to the angels when they had told him that he had other missions that were of importance, and that this little wrecked elf was not one of them. He had not seen them tie a web around him, making him dance after their song. They were angels! How could they renounce such a love as he had felt for the young elf? And how could they just not care what happened to his soul?
They had ordered Tristan away from the surface when he had not been able to resist the urge to meddle in the elfs life, making his days a bit easier, but never showinmselmself. He had just don\'t things such as pay his bills or make sure certain people would be more friendly towards his elf, the guardians had not liked that, and had summoned him, chiding him for his childish behaviour.
And when he had used his magic to pass off as a regular highelf to kill Amdir, they had had enough.
Tristan wiped away a tear that had formed in his eye, he missed belonging, and had repented - still it had not been good enough. He shook his head to shake off the dark thoughts; he did not want to think of that day at all. Tristan put out his cigarette and slowly rose from his bed, walking out in the shower. He frowned as he saw himself in the mirror, and turned a little to the side, watching the long scars that started from his spine and went out to the shoulder blade. His wings.
He still remembered the feeling of having them, he let his fingertip run over the black scar, aquardly since he stood in a strange pose to see them at all, this he would remember all his eternity, the pain and humiliation of having them removed. Removed? The word had been torn off, ripped from his back with great force, that had been painful in it self, and had left holes in his back large enough for him to bleed to death, but his wings had had roots in his heart and soul. He had wept, wept, as there was no tomorrow, he had been stripped of his pride and his angelic inheriting.
He remembered the feeling of laying naked in a pool of his own blood crying silver tears as were the body cleansing itself of its last angelic trade, he had been left in that limbo to wither and die. Help had come unexpected, and he knew he still had some that loved him, his brother Horathio had come to his rescue, Tristan was sure that it was still a secret. But Horathio had mended both his wounds and his heart the best he could, before he had lifted him up in his arms and flown him down to the surface. Horathio had gently placed him on the ground and kissed his forehead tenderly \"Take care little brother\" he had said Tristan could still hear those words from far away, as vivid as the day he had said them.
\"Let me die\" he whispered out loud in the bathroom, this had been his reply not thinking he would be able to live with this disgrace, to be punished by the gods themselves, those who loved all - yet they did not love him, because he loved something they did not care for.
Tristan looked up in the mirror and watched his tears run down his cheeks, \"But yet I endure, in enduring I grow strong\" he said with a smile that looked more scary than friendly.
\"Stop it!\" he yelled at his own reflection, and determinedly walked into the shower cabin. Washing off his dream and his tears, getting ready to face another day.
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He stepped into his office at the museum, when the door to his left suddenly flung open, and the blond elf stepped through it \"Mister King\"
\"George\" Tristan said with a sigh, but couldn\'t help but smile \"You look terrible\"
\"Sorry\" George said and blushed
\"Rough night?\" Tristan chuckled and rustled the blonde hair on the smaller elf
\"Yea, kinda\" the young elf said and giggled
\"As I always said, elfs are prissy and just have no stamina\" he laughed and padded the elf on the shoulder before walking over to his desk, \"where is the picture?\" he said and turned towards George
\"Picture?\" George said and looked confused
\"The sketch!\" Tristan yelled and the poor elf went pale
\"Your friend took it to have it put in a frame, as you had said you would\" George said and looked, as was he on the verge of tears
\"One day!\" Tristan roared, \"One day on your fucking job and you give away my priceless artefacts to strangers!\" the fallen angel slammed his fist down in the desk in rage
\"But he said that...\" George whispered
\"I don\'t fucking care if it was the bleeding pope that asked for that picture\" he yelled \"of all the incompetent idiots I am stuck with the worst of them as a personal assistant\"
\"Sorry\" George said again and looked down at his feet
\"Elfs! This is what I get! - I should have known better than to hire a elf!\" Tristan ranted and threw a book after George, who quickly stepped out of the way so the book hit the wall instead of him \"get out of my sight!\"
George turned and fled the office as quick as lightening. And Tristan slumped down on his office chair. \"Goddamn elfs\" he hissed
Then suddenly the door opened slowly and a tall thing shadow wandered through \"Tristan?\"
This voice? He knew this voice, his heart skipped a beat as he looked up, the tall elf looked amused \"I have your picture\" he said and slowly walked over to the desk laying the sketch of Ayere framed in a tasteful little glass frame.
Tristan looked up \"Kitten?\"
Ol\'s smile split his face \"None other\" he said and gracefully sat down on the desk, looking at the angel \"It is good to know I am not forgotten\"
\"What?!\" Tristan suddenly yelled and stood up with so much force that Ol was thrown from the desk \"Piss out of my office\"
\"What a welcome\" Ol whined and rubbed his sore bum
\"Well hu-fucking-rray the shit for brains elf is home\" Tristan hissed \"and now please fuck off\"
\"I gather you didn\'t miss me too much\" Ol said and looked disappointed
\"No I didn\'t, and why haven\'t you left yet?\" Tristan said and was about to walk past Ol to open the office door, when the elf grabbed his arm
\"Tristan, look I am not here for the pleasantries,\" he said firmly
\"I don\'t care why you are here, what I DO care about is whether I should call security to have you removed or not\" Tristan hissed but he made no attempt to jerk his arm back
\"Tristan please listen to me\" Ol said and let go of Tristan\'s arm himself
\"Alright, you have 5 minutes\" Tristan sighed and crossed his arms over his chest
\"That will be enough\" Ol said and smiled \"Tristan, as much as I wanted to stop by here just to relive old times, that is not the case\" the elf sighed and looked away \"I need your help\"
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NEXT chap will be smut pro promise!
-Az
Better not think about him now, there was no use missing him, Ol was lost to others and himself. The last time he had seen him, he had been so doped he was not even sure he had recognized him. Tristan frowned, he couldn\'t believe what a wreck Amdir had turned him into, Ol was easily manipulated that was no secret, and that damned darkelf had seen it right away, eyeing himself a easy victim. Only a scared soul like Ol could see love in the actions of this despicable creature. \"Oh kitten\" he whispered and shook his head. How he wished that he had been stronger back then, that he had not listened to the angels when they had told him that he had other missions that were of importance, and that this little wrecked elf was not one of them. He had not seen them tie a web around him, making him dance after their song. They were angels! How could they renounce such a love as he had felt for the young elf? And how could they just not care what happened to his soul?
They had ordered Tristan away from the surface when he had not been able to resist the urge to meddle in the elfs life, making his days a bit easier, but never showinmselmself. He had just don\'t things such as pay his bills or make sure certain people would be more friendly towards his elf, the guardians had not liked that, and had summoned him, chiding him for his childish behaviour.
And when he had used his magic to pass off as a regular highelf to kill Amdir, they had had enough.
Tristan wiped away a tear that had formed in his eye, he missed belonging, and had repented - still it had not been good enough. He shook his head to shake off the dark thoughts; he did not want to think of that day at all. Tristan put out his cigarette and slowly rose from his bed, walking out in the shower. He frowned as he saw himself in the mirror, and turned a little to the side, watching the long scars that started from his spine and went out to the shoulder blade. His wings.
He still remembered the feeling of having them, he let his fingertip run over the black scar, aquardly since he stood in a strange pose to see them at all, this he would remember all his eternity, the pain and humiliation of having them removed. Removed? The word had been torn off, ripped from his back with great force, that had been painful in it self, and had left holes in his back large enough for him to bleed to death, but his wings had had roots in his heart and soul. He had wept, wept, as there was no tomorrow, he had been stripped of his pride and his angelic inheriting.
He remembered the feeling of laying naked in a pool of his own blood crying silver tears as were the body cleansing itself of its last angelic trade, he had been left in that limbo to wither and die. Help had come unexpected, and he knew he still had some that loved him, his brother Horathio had come to his rescue, Tristan was sure that it was still a secret. But Horathio had mended both his wounds and his heart the best he could, before he had lifted him up in his arms and flown him down to the surface. Horathio had gently placed him on the ground and kissed his forehead tenderly \"Take care little brother\" he had said Tristan could still hear those words from far away, as vivid as the day he had said them.
\"Let me die\" he whispered out loud in the bathroom, this had been his reply not thinking he would be able to live with this disgrace, to be punished by the gods themselves, those who loved all - yet they did not love him, because he loved something they did not care for.
Tristan looked up in the mirror and watched his tears run down his cheeks, \"But yet I endure, in enduring I grow strong\" he said with a smile that looked more scary than friendly.
\"Stop it!\" he yelled at his own reflection, and determinedly walked into the shower cabin. Washing off his dream and his tears, getting ready to face another day.
***********************************\'
He stepped into his office at the museum, when the door to his left suddenly flung open, and the blond elf stepped through it \"Mister King\"
\"George\" Tristan said with a sigh, but couldn\'t help but smile \"You look terrible\"
\"Sorry\" George said and blushed
\"Rough night?\" Tristan chuckled and rustled the blonde hair on the smaller elf
\"Yea, kinda\" the young elf said and giggled
\"As I always said, elfs are prissy and just have no stamina\" he laughed and padded the elf on the shoulder before walking over to his desk, \"where is the picture?\" he said and turned towards George
\"Picture?\" George said and looked confused
\"The sketch!\" Tristan yelled and the poor elf went pale
\"Your friend took it to have it put in a frame, as you had said you would\" George said and looked, as was he on the verge of tears
\"One day!\" Tristan roared, \"One day on your fucking job and you give away my priceless artefacts to strangers!\" the fallen angel slammed his fist down in the desk in rage
\"But he said that...\" George whispered
\"I don\'t fucking care if it was the bleeding pope that asked for that picture\" he yelled \"of all the incompetent idiots I am stuck with the worst of them as a personal assistant\"
\"Sorry\" George said again and looked down at his feet
\"Elfs! This is what I get! - I should have known better than to hire a elf!\" Tristan ranted and threw a book after George, who quickly stepped out of the way so the book hit the wall instead of him \"get out of my sight!\"
George turned and fled the office as quick as lightening. And Tristan slumped down on his office chair. \"Goddamn elfs\" he hissed
Then suddenly the door opened slowly and a tall thing shadow wandered through \"Tristan?\"
This voice? He knew this voice, his heart skipped a beat as he looked up, the tall elf looked amused \"I have your picture\" he said and slowly walked over to the desk laying the sketch of Ayere framed in a tasteful little glass frame.
Tristan looked up \"Kitten?\"
Ol\'s smile split his face \"None other\" he said and gracefully sat down on the desk, looking at the angel \"It is good to know I am not forgotten\"
\"What?!\" Tristan suddenly yelled and stood up with so much force that Ol was thrown from the desk \"Piss out of my office\"
\"What a welcome\" Ol whined and rubbed his sore bum
\"Well hu-fucking-rray the shit for brains elf is home\" Tristan hissed \"and now please fuck off\"
\"I gather you didn\'t miss me too much\" Ol said and looked disappointed
\"No I didn\'t, and why haven\'t you left yet?\" Tristan said and was about to walk past Ol to open the office door, when the elf grabbed his arm
\"Tristan, look I am not here for the pleasantries,\" he said firmly
\"I don\'t care why you are here, what I DO care about is whether I should call security to have you removed or not\" Tristan hissed but he made no attempt to jerk his arm back
\"Tristan please listen to me\" Ol said and let go of Tristan\'s arm himself
\"Alright, you have 5 minutes\" Tristan sighed and crossed his arms over his chest
\"That will be enough\" Ol said and smiled \"Tristan, as much as I wanted to stop by here just to relive old times, that is not the case\" the elf sighed and looked away \"I need your help\"
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NEXT chap will be smut pro promise!
-Az