-1I wanted to try something new. Tristan has been typically viewed as a cold man with a taste for blood because of something tragic in his past.(Don't get mad if that doesn't apply to you.) I just wanted to make a one shot of him as a shy teenaged boy with a crush on a girl. Review please!
The night was still. There was nothing but a green ocean of grass as far as the eyes could see. The moon was white and full in the ever cloudless skies. The sound of footsteps could be heard. It seemed to echo through the night as all else was silent. The figure sighed and gave up all pretense of trying to be silent and stepped almost haphazardly through the small village. If anyone looked out of their family's tent, they would see a young man with tattooed cheeks wondering around with two wind blown flowers in his hand. Tristan was now sixteen. He was now a man. In his tribe, once a male has come of age he is tattooed in the area of his choosing as his marks. In ten years, Tristan was the only male to choose his face. And the only male to ever choose talons as his tattoo. He made his way to the edge of the small village.
A young woman was sitting on the ground enjoying the silent night. She was pretty. Not beautiful. She had light brown eyes that seemed to flicker like the flames of a fire. Her brown hair was held back by a leather thong and reached just below her shoulders. She had a dash of freckles over her nose and cheeks. She smiled as soon as she saw him and walked over. Tristan nodded at her as she reached him, and held up the flowers. "Aislinn." He whispered softly. Aislinn blushed and took the flowers smelling them. She didn't seem to mind that they were decrepit and missing petals. Tristan blushed at the look on her face and let out a small smile proud of himself. The wildflowers always were her favorite.
Aislinn smiled back brightly. "Thank you very, very much Tristan." She said. He nodded stiffly and tried his best not to look at her from fear that he would blush even more. She grinned and place the flowers behind one of her ears. "What do you think?" She asked. Tristan looked at her he pulled down the leather thong and let her hair loose. He brushed it back and looked at her with a serious face. "Beautiful." He said softly. Aislinn blushed darkly and smiled even wider. Tristan leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
He pulled away suddenly and backed away. "Here is something that will never wilt and die…" He said and placed something in her hands before he stalked off. The was nothing angry about his escape, but he seemed almost nervous. She smiled at his retreat and opened her hand. It was a necklace and on the edge was a small carved flower.
They both let out a smile as they lay in their tents that night, surrounded by the snores and breathing of their families. Aislinn thought of Tristan. Tristan thought of Aislinn. What could be as harmless as a little crush?
This was just a small oneshot I wrote out of boredom. By the way: Aislinn: Pronounced Ash-lin. It is Gaelic for 'dream.' And the leather thong is a type of band to hold back hair. I needed to clear that up because my friend keeps thinking that I meant thong as in the type of underwear. Anywho. Review please.