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Tinker Bell and Annabeth
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Jul 09, 2015 12:23PM
"I don't know. I was hoping that you'd change your mind. I'm going to go do all types of romantic things to hopefully change your mind and maybe be friends," Tristan said. When she shut the door, he punched the wall next to her door. He broke some fingers with his strength but he knew that they would heal. "I'm leaving your food here. Eat," he practically growled in both pain and anger.
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She didn't care what he said to her and she would like to see him try to win her to even like him. She sighed softly and curled into a tighter ball as he punched the wall and yelled. She didn't want to eat at all even though she was hungry or at least that's what she thought she was
He stormed off to go to his study and he grabbed one of the books. He picked it up and found one of the pages he marked. He took it back to her room and read it to her:But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
her maid
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
spheres
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
stream
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
He stood there with the book at her side hoping that she would say something.
Isabelle looked at him for a second as he stormed back into her room and started to read. She stared at him for a long time after he stopped talking. " no one has ever read to me like that before." She said softly though she thought she had only thought about it
Tristan wasn't sure how it would work so when she said that, he grinned widely. "Now would you let me come in with your breakfast? I'd really like to," he said gently. He picked up the tray once again and was ready for her to open her door.
As soon as Tristan said something the happiness she had felt was gone." No I'm not that hungry." She answered rolling back away from facing the door and sighing softly pulling the blankets over her head
Tristan sighed and said, "I'll leave it here. Just in case you get hungry." He left the play on top of the tray and walked away to his room. He went into his study and looked up how to impress a girl and get her to like you. I could write a song, he thought to himself.
Isabelle nodded then realized he couldn't see Her," Okay." She answered softly with a soft sigh. She listened for his foot steps to go away and then she got up to see what was on the plate. She looked at it and picked up a small piece of toast then shut the door.
Tristan decided that he would try to do that. When he was younger, maybe a century before, he was a musician. I probably still have the music. He went into his computer and found that he had put his sheet music in there. He printed some out and got his guitar to practice.
Isabelle walked around the room a little bit just munching on the small piece of toast she had gotten. She sighed softly if this wasn't such a bad situation she would have enjoyed searching and getting lost in the huge house
Tristan added and changed a few things before knowing that it was done. He stood up and went back to Isabelle's room. He saw that she had taken some food and for that he was happy. "Isabelle? Can I please come in?" he asked.
Isabelle looked around her room as she just sat on her bed. She sighed softly and jumped a little at the sound of his knock and voice. "Well I guess." She answered softly
Tristan opened the door slowly. "I saw that you ate some of the food. I'm glad," he said as he quietly shut the door. "I was wondering if you'd like to come out to the courtyard with me. I think you'll like it there," he said.
Isabelle nodded slightly," I got a little hungry."She answered looking at him still laying in her bed." Ohh I..... Don't know." She said softly," I don't really want to move
Tristan sat down on her bed beside her and asked, "Are you tired? or do you not feel well?" He was worried for her and e tried to let that show through when he asked.
Isabelle moved back into the blankets as he sat next to her. "I just don't feel like it."'she answered," And I am a little tired." She replied deciding for right then to just be honest
Tristan frowned and said, "Okay. I'm sorry to hear that. I'll let you rest then." He stood up and smoothed out where he was sitting. "Good night," he said as he walked to the door.
Isabelle sighed softly," Sorry." She said softly and looked at him as he got up." I hope so." Se answered quietly looking at him
Tristan smiled at her slightly and closed the door behind him quietly. He went down the hall to his room.
Isabelle looked at him and then closed her eyes going back to sleep for a little while but it was fitful and plagued with dreams
Tristan went to his room and got changed for bed before climbing in. He did it mostly for comfort and wasn't tired at all.
Isabelle woke up and then cried softly missing her parents all over again. She really just wanted to go home
Tristan got out of bed earlier than normal and went into his study to read.
Isabelle just stayed in bed for the rest of the day not eating anything and not doing anything or moving at all
Tristan rubbed his eyes that were tired from reading. He walked around and found himself in front of Isabelle's room. He knocked on the door.
Just beyond the door you could hear some sniffles. "What?" She called hearing his knock and trying to sound like the mad girl she was the day before but failed at it
Tristan sighed hearing her upset. "Are you okay?" he asked her. He realized that he had been in there since the night before.
Isabelle sighed a little," no." She answered shortly
Tristan asked, "Can I come in? Or do you want me to stay out here?"
Isabelle sighed and was past the point of caring," you can do whatever the heck you want to do."She replied
Tristan opened the door. "What would you like to do today?" he asked her.
Isabelle looked at him "'nothing... I don't want to do anything with you." She told him
Tristan offered, "Would you like to explore the house a bit? You haven't seen a lot."
Isabelle looked at him a little bit. That was something she wanted to do. "Ummm I don't know later."'
Tristan nodded. "Is there anything I could get you?" he asked.
Isabelle shook her head," No." She replied
Tristan said, "Okay. I was just checking."
"I know." She whispered sighed a little bit and rolling away from the door
Tristan walked over to the bed and sat down near her. "I'm sorry that you had to be taken from your family," he said.
She rolled back over to face him," if you were so sorry you would let me go home... Or at least tell them what is going on."
"What would you like to know? It's kind of hard to explain all at once so if you have specific questions it'll help," he said.
She looked at him," why me?"She asked not sure what else she could ask right then
Tristan said, "When I first saw you in the mall, I was drawn to you for some reason. I hadn't figured it out until I touched your hand and realized who you were."
Isabelle rolled back over and looked at him," okay so if you didn't touch my hand what would have happened?" She asked
Tristan said, "I wouldn't have realized that you were my soulmate and I would have spent the rest of my life looking or hoping to find her."
"So you had to have actual contact with me to know?" She asked," so what are you like 300 years old or what?"
"Yes I had to to make sure," he said then paused. "I was actually born in 1610 so I'm 405 years old," he added after a quick calculation.
She stared at him for a long time," You've been around for that long and you just now found your soul mate?" She asked
"Yeah. Some vampires don't even find them during their life," he said, "so I'm pretty lucky."
She frowned a little bit," ohh well that's kind if sad." She said softly
