forum The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

tune

“Go get my flute from the music room, bae,” Xavier told Chase before leaving to go talk to his other group of friends without another word. Chase just followed his orders, making his feet walk towards the music room.

(Aauuugh soooooo plaguing!!!!)

Tristan was playing along, partially content. …Meh… He never really taught me that much about it… He kinda stopped, and pushed away from the piano. …Maybe I should take a break from keys…
He wandered around the room, and went to the back corner where he found a few guitars. …Maybe I hate the piano just because my mom forces me… On the other hand… He snatched the only one with all the strings still on it, strumming it a little as he went back to thw piano stool. Damn… So outta tune….
But once he got it back together, he began playing just random chords and such.

As Chase entered the art room, he heard another sweet sound. He made his feet walk him through the door but as he crossed halfway through the music room tears began to form in his eyes and he broke down, not caring if Tristan saw or not.

Tristan strummed away some more, and he suddenly came to an abrupt stop when he heard someone. He gasped and turned, seeing Chase.
He was crying, breaking down.
His heart tugged a little, then a little more, then a lot. "C-Chase?" He stood up from the stool, but was a little afraid to approach him.

Chase collapsed under it all, curling up in on himself and crouching to the floor and let out a sob. He wanted Tristan. Chase just couldn’t take any of it anymore.

"A-Are you okay….?" Just because they weren't in a relationship didn't mean they couldn't be merely friends. Tristan set the gituar down and slowly walked to him. He couldn't bear to witness anyone feel like that, let alone someone he still mildly cared for.
"Chase….?"

Chase reached out a helpless hand towards Tristan, sobs coming out of him so much that he could hardly speak. He couldn’t do this anymore, he just couldn’t keep going on.

"Chase…." Tristan grabbed his hand, helping to pull him to his feet. "What's wrong??…. I'm here to listen…" Although those more applied to sweet nothings, it was used more for feelings at this point– freedom from judgement. Tristan didn't really want to push the envelope, since he had a new boyfriend now. And he didn't want any more misconceptions poisoning his life– or Chase's.

Chase couldn’t stop himself, he pressed his face into Tristan’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around him- “I-I-I-I m-miss y-you, I-I c-can’t-“ Chase was cut off by his own sobs and he hugged onto Tristan tighter.

Tristan flushed out of surprise. "C-Chase," He stammered. "…I don't u-understand… Y…. You thought I was a– a traitor; I betrayed you…" Nonetheless, he returned his hug comfortingly. "…H-How can you forgive me for– for something like that…?" He screwed his eyes shut, tears sneaking out. His eye stung, but he held back the pain.

“I-I-I c-can’t do it any-anymore, I-I’m s-so un-unhappy and I-I hate- I hate it,” Chase sobbed into Tristan shoulder, “I hate him- I-I feel l-like a d-doll just f-for show and I h-hate it,” Chase cried, body shaking with every uneven breath he took, “I m-miss you.”

"It's okay…. I'm… I'm right here…" Tristan rubbed his back. He hadn't given anyone a hug in quite some time, it was almost like they were restarting from the beginning… "And… But… Wh– What about… Er…." He stopped, not about to ruin the moment. …Toby…?

(trigger warning)
“I don’t care,” Chase pulled back slightly -but not wholly out of Tristan’s arms- so he could pull up his sleeve. His arm had a barcode of cuts on it, and Chase only sobbed more as he showed Tristan. “I don’t care, I-I don’t care if you use me again, I miss you!” Tears poured down Chase’s face at this point and his hands were shaking slightly.

(….triggerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

Tristan glared at his arm, and it made him want to cry. His heart throbbed, and his emotions exploded all over the place– how was he supposed to feel? He was in a period of insensitivity for so long, he forgot how things worked. "Just let it out…." He coaxed, bringing him back into another hug. "Just let it all out…."

“Xavier t-treats me l-like his p-personal butler and- and makes me buy him things but he does -hic- doesn’t even c-care about m-me. Is that- Is that all I am to people? Something- something to use and d-discard?” Chase sobbed, clinging to Tristan. He wondered if Tristan could feel how thin he had become or if he could see right through Chase and already knew how many days he had gone without eating. “M-My d-dad had been sleeping around a l-lot and he drank a lot one night and-“ Chase was cut off by his own sob, “And when I sa you- when I saw you with that guy it was just another reminder of how worthless I am,” Chase cried harder, his breathing uneven and sobs still frequent.

"Chase…." Tristan felt tears come on himself. "…That guy… He forced me into it…" He, too, then began to cry. "And…. He just wouldn't stop–" He cut off, squeezing him tighter. Dear lord, how thin has he gotten? Not only was this Xavier emotionally damaging, but itnwas even making him physically unhealthy.
"And…. I… You're worth more than anything to me…" He couldn't help but fight a strange smile.

Chase’s sobs began to slow down, but he didn’t pull away from Tristan. “I still love you.” He mumbled into Tristan’s shirt, sniffling. He wanted to be held in Tristan’s caring arms as long as possible- he could no longer do this on his own.

Tristan just held him tight. He knew neither of them would get very far without one another. "I… I love you too… You're the only one I ever loved… And my heart will always belong to you." I never really thought…. After what happened…. I wasn't sure if he… He loved me anymore.

Chase stayed in Tristan’s. arms for who knows how long before he finally whispered, “Can we get back together?” He just wanted Tristan, he wanted to listen to him talk again, he wanted to listen to him play the piano again, he wanted to cuddle with him again. Chase needed to have Tristan back.

"I–" He hesitated a little. After all that mess, what were they gonna do? Beat them up? Trash them like they did all the time for just breaking up and gluing themselves back together. "Of course we can get together again…." Tristan leaned back to lift Chase's head up. "And frankly, I… I think we were never apart in the first place."

Chase’s tears dried on his face- gosh he probably looked like a mess. “I love you.” He whispered softly, but that was when Xavier walked in with an annoyed look on his face. “What the f-ck is taking you so long, bae?” He demanded angrily, and Chase just froze. He didn’t want to face him, he just wanted to curl up and hide in Tristan’s arms forever.

(Oof I was signed out so I'm like "why is no one replying to literally anything" for like 3 hours" XD)

Tristan jumped back a little at the sound of this guy's voice. Judging from what he said, it could've been assumed that it was Xavier. "He decided it was best that you got your own stuff for yourself because you're not helpless," He frowned, surprised at himself that he snapped back like that. But, in the end, he'd get over his introverted self to defend Chase– in any means necessary.

(lol)
“Chase,” Xavier voice held a silent threat, and Chase tightened him grip on Tristan in fear. “Get my flute and let’s go.”
“N-No,” Chase whispered, fear striking a chord in his voice. He didn’t want to face Xavier, he just wanted to hide. He couldn’t fight alone anymore.

Tristan growled. "Can't you do anything yourself? He doesn't have to if he doesn't want you…. and not to mention he told me all about you turning him into your very own personal slave!" He inched forward a bit, an anger that was hidden for far too long finally unfolding.

Xavier frowned with disgust showing in his eyes, “His fault for being so weak. Look at this even, running back to the guy who betrayed him.” Of course Chase had told Xavier about Tristan. The cold-faced guy shook his head and got his flute, spitting on his way out, “Pathetic.”