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Daniel Morgan ☀️ (conjurings) wrote in thereincarnates,

Tristan counted himself lucky that he'd never had much of a problem getting Oberon to let him live his own life, although it was entirely possible that the King of the Fairies was somehow less stubborn then a princess of fables. Anything was possible, he was simply grateful that he could be there for Charlotte however he wanted and there was little to no chance that his head mate would ever try and intervene. The King could be set in his ways when he really wanted something, but thankfully so far he seemed to show no interest in ruining whatever Tristan had with Charlotte. Tristan still wasn't entirely sure what that even was but things had become a little clearer since she'd started kissing him.

He accepted her into his arms again with all the ease of someone who'd become accustomed to holding her forever (as he very nearly caught himself hoping that he would) and took to brushing fingers leisurely through her hair as she leaned against him. Now Tristan was sure, he was sure beyond all reason and doubt that she was who he'd been waiting for. He'd never spent much time wondering why he'd never settled down with anyone before now, but as soon as her head hit his shoulder and said those sweet words, he knew. It's because he'd been waiting all this time for her. "We can stay here as long as you want, Charlotte. I'll happily stay with you anywhere."