/ . eternity ------

[tristan valmont ,]

------------eternity will never be enough for me .

<sup>------------He could never really quite remember when or why him and Isadora Waldorf ended their relationship in the first place, why things got so messy, why they hated each other so much. He didn't like being mean to her, he didn't want to be. Tristan loved Isadora probably more than she would ever know - literally. Because from the day the broke up, right up until now, Tristan knew that he wasn't going to let that slip. Of course, that would have been much, much easier if they didn't have two children together. It wasn't that Tristan regretted or didn't want Shiloh and Noah, he loved those two kids more than anything in the world - they were his, and he couldn't picture life without them... but what he could picture, was how much easier it would have been to completely forget about Isadora and to move on with his life. It sucked having to see almost everyday when he went to visit the kids, or when he was dropping them off, when she was picking them up - it was all that he could do to not jump on top of her. And it seemed to be the same way with her ... making it even harder. Sometimes, they both slipped up and gave into the lust that took them over - those were times like tonight. It was late when she had brought the twins over and after their conversation earlier that day, it was clear where Isadora stood on wanting them to be a family... even if it was 'fake'. Tristan knew that he hadn't been the nicest during that conversation, so he invited Izzy in to stay. After putting the kids to bed, the two had ordered in and watched a few of their favorite tv shows - it wasn't long before Tristan found his arm up over her shoulders, and her head resting into his chest. And then soon after that, he found themselves up in his bedroom on the bed.

------------It was hard for him to take it all in, to think about just why they were doing this to themselves... but during the heat of the moment, the last thing Tristan was thinking about were the consequences both would face in the morning. As his lips were on her skin and his hands roamed her body, he savored every last moment of it, knowing that after this it would be a while before he would feel her under his fingertips and taste her on his mouth. It may have seemed stupid, for him to push her away afterwards... why wouldn't he just admit the feelings he clearly had? And not only that, but why wouldn't she admit the feelings she clearly had? All that ever happened with the two anymore, were what they played off to be meaningless sex, when in all reality, it was more than that. Tristan had never been the type to get sensitive, or romantic about sex. To him, it was just something fun to do, he never really connected it to 'real feelings' - Isadora was the only one who could make him do that... and he hated it. Absolutely hated it. That's probably why when he woke up the next morning seeing her laying asleep in his bed beside him, he felt a rush of anger - mostly at himself for letting it happen again, for letting his feelings get in the way of his pride. Sighing deeply, he rolled out of bed and threw on a white t-shirt over top of his head. He then quietly headed through his large house and went down the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge before throwing dog on a leash and heading out the door. He ran about a mile, trying to clear his mind, entering the house once again at about eight thirty in the morning - still early. He wasn't surprised when he didn't hear any other noise in the house. Shiloh and Noah would still be sleeping after not getting to bed until late and Isadora - well, she hadn't been to bed until late either.

------------After taking a quick shower in the bathroom downstairs, being careful not to wake anyone, he put on a pair of jeans and a white long sleeved to get ready for the day. It was still fairly quiet in the house, so instead of going back upstairs, he sat downstairs with the tv on - volume low. Almost drifting back into sleep himself, he heard a small bang from upstairs which lifted him out of it. Nervous that one of the twins had somehow fell or hurt themselves, he went up the stairs and opened the door - no crying, no screaming, no laughing, just two sleeping toddlers. That must have meant that Isadora was awake - how fucking wonderful. Walking a bit further down the hall, he turned into his doorway and saw the petite brunette girl holding the engagement ring - the one that he had bought years ago ... years ago for her. "What the fuck? Why are you going through my stuff?" Walking quickly over to her, he grabbed the ring out of her hand and placed it back in the small jewelery box, shoving it to the back of the drawer once again. Turning to face her, he began to speak again. "I'd like if you got out of my house, now." He took a brief pause, looking her up and down and clearly realizing she still had one of his shirts thrown on, "But take off my shirt first and put on your own." Another small pause was taken as he debated on whether or not to say the words that were on the tip of his tongue - before he could think of the aftermath of these, they slipped. "And last night still meant nothing - I hope you know that." The way he said it, the tone of his voice and the coldness that came through with it - you'd think he was being completely honest ... too bad he wasn't.

------------status done!
------------tagged christine.
------------outfit kinda described, but whatevs. link coming!
------------music this is for keeps - spill canvas.
------------words one thousand and twenty two.</sup>