Who: Tristan Lewis and Charlotte Evans What: A moment to themselves? While they work. When: Thursday night, February 24 2011 Where: An empty room in Camelot castle or some shit Warnings: Er, none? Some? ...
Things had been quiet, since the murder of the Morlands the week before. Too quiet. It wasn't the quiet of contented people, it was a restless quiet. Camelot was up in arms, and people were ready to bring all out war down on the Resistance's heads. Tristan wasn't exactly opposed to this, but typically he was a man who took precautions. Usually. With the few exceptions when he gave into his other half, who was all about rash action and selfish impulse. He hadn't wanted to murder Amelia Graves, and he certainly wasn't proud of it, but he knew his brother well and he knew it had gotten his attention. And both Charlotte and Briar were now safe in the castle, so he didn't regret it. Much. He had things to keep himself well distracted at the very least.
This particular evening he and Charlotte had found a more or less deserted place in which to work and spend a little time together. As Daniel's PA and Tristan being more or less Kace's, they occasionally had mountains of paper work to sift through and things to research. Tristan was glad to do it, if it helped take the load off of Kace some. She was a good second in command, but even good second in commands couldn't do everything. Even they needed help, and he was more then happy to oblige. Especially since it meant more time with Charlotte, now that things were right between the two of them again. Things weren't right anywhere else, but Tristan could forgive that since Charlotte had seemed to have forgiven him. That was what mattered, even when everything else still seemed to be falling apart around them and it troubled him more then just a little.
They were sitting together on a big, roomy couch, piles of papers between and around them, though Tristan managed to keep a hand on her arm most of the time no matter what they were doing. Even so, he was so engrossed in his own thoughts that at first it didn't register that she'd said something and he turned to give his full attention to her. "Sorry, what was that?"