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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-31 23:16:00

Entry tags:

character: julian travers, character: pandora montgomery, character: tristan travers

RP: Tristan, Julian, and Pandora
Who: Tristan Travers, Julian Travers, and Pandora Montgomery (with a cameo by Hyperion Montgomery)
What: Tristan gets out of prison, and Julian and Pandora are there to meet him.
Where: Atrium of the Ministry of Magic
When: Friday, 30 October, 2004. Morning.
Rating: SFW as of right now. Will change if it changes.

As the lift rattled to the the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Tristan Travers couldn't help but replay the finally decision to let him go. He would not be going back to Azkaban once he left this building, despite the escort he and his solicitor received. He was free. He could step out of the Ministry of Magic a free man. The thought was enough to make him grin and hug the bag of clothes his solicitor had handed to him upon entering the lift; a simple black robe was all he'd had on him upon entering Azkaban, a robe that no longer fit. Leaving, he wore another robe, also black, but of finer quality and better fit than his old robe would have been. He hugged that bag tight, silently praying, as the doors to the lift clanked open, that this was not a trick or a dream.

Tristan followed his solicitor out and toward the golden gates that separated the bank of lifts from the atrium itself. Just a few more feet, he told himself, putting one step over the other, brushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes. (Though his solicitor had tsked and fussed over the length of his hair, which, in the end, didn't seem to have had any bearing on the outcome of his appeal trial.) Just a few more...

His solicitor reached the gates first and opened one, holding it for Tristan. He paused, letting the smile fall from his face before glancing over at his Auror escort. He was beyond ecstatic to be leaving to go anymore but prison, but smiling at the Auror -- at his cousin -- seemed too much. He didn't allow himself a hopeful or pleading look as he briefly studied the man he'd once played with when they were both little. He took in what he could of him (as he certainly didn't expect to see him again on some social visit or anything else of the sort while secretly hoping he never saw him again for anything the Ministry deemed nefarious of his own actions), and when Hyperion nodded toward him, he nodded back. Then he faced forward again and stepped through those golden gates for what he hoped would be the last time.

Part of a weight lifted off his shoulders as he continued into the atrium proper, following behind his solicitor and his quick pace. He wondered, briefly, if he were supposed to follow the man back to his office or somewhere specific when he noticed where he was heading.

A tall man and a short woman stood off to one side in the atrium, the man pacing and the woman fidgeting. It'd been over six years since he last saw either of them, and while he noticed all the changes they'd gone through physically, he'd have recognised them anywhere. Again, he smiled, walking faster, nearly knocking over the solicitor in his haste to reach them. He did manage to bump into a wizard, not stopping to apologise because he wasn't sorry that wizard hadn't moved out of the way despite seeing him.

Without thought, Tristan let his bag with his old robe in it drop to the floor, using both arms to wrap the man up in a tight hug. "Julian," he breathed, nearly clinging to his older brother. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to lose the feeling of comfort that came from holding on to him so tightly. But eventually he did, just to bend down to wrap his cousin up in another tight hug.

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pandacharms
2014-11-01 04:48 am UTC (link)

Dora was nervous. She would admit it. She was dying to see Tristan again; she wasn't sure if he'd ever know how much she'd missed him, and how bad she felt that he'd gotten so much time when she'd gotten out early. She'd done what she could for him, but she did know it probably wasn't enough.

But he was coming home now, and she was also ridiculously excited to be able to see him again. She'd spent time this week making him a room in her new flat, basically entirely expanded space and all for him. She'd chosen the furniture with him in mind, knowing what his taste used to be, at least, and everything else could be transfigured and charmed.

She was also nerve wracked that she was in the ministry building. All the aurors and such made her twitch, especially since many of them side-eyed her suspiciously as she just loitered there with Julian. She fidgeted a bit, tugged at her earlobe, tapped the heel of her shoe, her face the particular shade of blank that meant she didn't want anyone to know how she was feeling.

That changed when Tristan came out -- her expression opened up completely, her smile bright and warm. She hung back just enough so that Julian as brother got the first hug, but then she practically threw herself at him, careful only not to bowl him over. She did cling to him for a long moment, face buried against him as she took a shaky breath. She felt like crying though she rarely ever did except in private, but this was exceptional circumstances.

"Missed you, Tristan," she said, voice a bit muffled. She reluctantly loosened her hold, though in reality she wanted to hug on him for next to forever in this moment. She brought her hands up to each of his cheeks and kept him low for a moment, though, so she could press a kiss to each one before giving him another quick hug. Though she didn't cry, her emotions did shine in her eyes.

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licentious1
2014-11-01 05:00 am UTC (link)

Julian had been impatient. That wasn't anything new to him, really, as he generally was a man who wanted things immediately, but he'd been waiting six years to get his brother back. He'd almost been unable to believe that today was the day when he woke up that morning, at least not until a good slap in the face in the form of Wallace's tail had brought him back to reality.

But six years of being unable to see or talk to his brother, six years of letters and solicitor's meetings and a home emptier than it had been in years. Six years of wondering if Tristan would hate him for leaving and running, for not being there to stop his brother from being used against his will... Six years of guilt and shame and trying to keep hope alive. Each thought and worry has circled in his mind with every step of his pacing.

Yet the moment Tristan came out, it all left his mind and he could finally wrap his little brother up in his arms like he'd done so often before, and for a moment, he could almost believe they were eleven and seven again. He found himself growing tearful and didn't mind at all letting Tristan go so that Pandora could have a shot at him, though he stayed right next to them, even keeping a hand on Tristan's shoulder as if needing the constant contact to reassure himself that his brother was there and real.

"They don't need anything else, do they?" he asked, not wanting to prolong Tristan's discharge if he could help it. "Can you go now?" There was so much else he wanted to say, so much had happened in the last six years, but all of it could wait until Tristan was as far away from this place as possible.