Who: Tristan West & Avery Tremblay What: Tristan comes to watch one of Avery's shows, feelings happen Where: A venue in Montreal, Canada When: Saturday, September 30th 2017 Warnings: TBD? But definitely a lot of kissing. Also there's probably a lot of sex going on in the audience.
When Tristan had first become the reincarnate of Baal, he hadn't expected to emulate his life much at all. Sure, he'd assumed that his reincarnation would come with the same sort of deals that Baal's had, but it's not like he'd had anything to go by other than Baal's memories of it. There didn't seem to be any Ananke in this life to be there when they became gods and lead the way (and good fucking riddance to her), how they became gods in this life time wasn't even the same as it had been in pantheons past, so was there anything Tristan could really count on being the same? Apparently, he could. He'd started handling the press when it came to pantheon business, just like Baal. He'd started performing miracles, just like Baal had. And he was hanging out with the reincarnate of Inanna. Just like Baal.
In the beginning, he'd put a lot of effort into drawing a hard and fast line between him and Baal. By the time he became a god, Tristan already had a career. Maybe it hadn't been as big and flashy, and maybe his career had definitely exploded once Baal had entered the picture, but what Tristan had before him had been his. He'd worked hard to get where he was, no miracles or likeness to gods required, despite what some people might have said about his ego. Tristan took a lot of pride in what he'd accomplished in the early days with practically nothing, and then here comes Baal, formidable god of lightening and the sky, so on and so forth, waltzing in like he owned the place. Tristan was too stubborn to admit at first just how well suited they actually were for each other, but he knew it now. Even if his life ended up being a lot shorter than expected, this is exactly where he was supposed to be.
And Tristan never felt that as strongly as he did when he was with him.
He had never actually expected to meet the reincarnate of Inanna. Tristan wasn't sure why. Maybe because the world just seemed so much bigger than theirs, or maybe because he'd never really thought that he could get that lucky. Privately, he'd envied Baal for how he'd felt about Inanna. Not because he'd wanted what they had exactly, just look how that had turned out, but Tristan had also never felt even a fraction for someone else what Baal had apparently felt for him, even if Baal hadn't realized it until it was way too late. That's all this was in the beginning, just curiosity. Tristan had thought that maybe if he spent some time with Avery, he could really understand how you could feel that much for someone and yet crash and burn so quickly. That maybe he could see through Avery, what Baal had seen in Inanna, the only person he'd ever let get close like that and the only one to ever hurt him as badly as Inanna did.
That's all it was in the beginning. Tristan had meant what he said, he'd wanted to get to know Avery. He'd just never actually expected to fall for the guy. Even now, Tristan still couldn't fully wrap his head around it, but maybe that's how Baal had felt too. Avery was, in fact, a lot like Inanna. He was also different, in some ways. He was just as caring, just as full of love and light as Inanna had ever been, but that's not why Tristan fell for him. He'd fallen for him because when they were together, it was the calmest he'd ever felt. In the middle of a never ending storm, Avery made him laugh. Made him feel like there was still something to live for, no matter how long or short you ended up living it. That love wasn't conditional, a lesson Baal had learned too late, but now Tristan knew how Baal had felt about Inanna in the end. As crazy as it still seemed to him sometimes, Tristan knew because he felt it now too.
Something had stopped him from saying something to Avery, even now, though if he wasn't going to tell Avery how he felt than he wasn't sure why he was even here. Not that he actually needed a reason to come to one of Avery's shows. He'd been to every single one since Avery had started performing. He'd never participated, orgies on the dance floor weren't really his style, but he liked to show his support. He also just liked to watch Avery do his thing. This was when he reminded them the most of Inanna, but Tristan wasn't thinking about Inanna when he saw Avery perform. He was only thinking about Avery. So that's what he was doing here tonight, having arrived unannounced in the middle of it. Keeping to himself and leaning casually against one side of the stage, away from the crowd, silently watching Avery perform. Tristan wasn't even aware that what he was feeling was probably written all over his face.