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Tristan du Lac
29 January 2006 @ 11:59 pm
A little off the record rping between Jelly and Tristan's dad.


Julian brushed a couple of leaves off the tombstone. )
 
 
Tristan du Lac
30 October 2005 @ 11:20 pm
RIP  
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Tristan du Lac
25 October 2005 @ 07:44 pm
It seems as if I've missed a few new trends around here. Apparently, we have unisex toilets now and forehead tattoos are the must have of this week.

Christian has left Hogwarts. I don't know why but I assume it's because of his health condition. I should send him a letter. Speaking of health conditions, I think a trip to Madame Dragon in the Hospital is inevitable now.
 
 
Tristan du Lac
24 October 2005 @ 08:30 am
Feel weak, tired. Need to find it soon. Tonight, it has to be tonight. I'm running out of time.
 
 
Tristan du Lac
18 October 2005 @ 01:41 pm
So, this morning was interesting. I woke up under Christian a human blanket which was rather nice if you disregard the fact that I had to try my best not to cough up my lung. Said blanket sent me a love letter later. Never received one of those before. My blanket is the first for me in many things.

Later I met Jelly on my way to the library. She was bored because 'it's Monday'. Didn't have the heart to tell her that it was Tuesday already. However, came up with plan to Spell-O-Tape someone to a desktop. Cowan joined us and we successfully captured an unsuspecting Ravenclaw. Taped him and stuffed him into our makeshift Santa Sack. Somehow he wiggled out and escaped.

Note to self: Spell-O-Tape is useless. Resort to Petrificus totalis next time.

This lung really wants to get out which is annoying and a little worrying.
 
 
Current Mood: numb
 
 
Tristan du Lac
10 October 2005 @ 03:20 pm
tagged by [info]christianish and [info]dreamingophelia

List five things about your NP character that other players/characters might not
know. Write a drabble for each, then tag five more people to do the
same.

Five Things You May Not Know About Tristan

1. Tristan likes redheads.

2. His father punishes him with Crucio.

3. Tristan sent Elanor erotic poems without signing them.

4. Tristan once peed himself because O'Neill dipped his hand in warm water while he was asleep.

warm and...wet? )

5. Tristan didn't like Danny's black hair.

black... )

I tag: [info]jelly_ashworth, [info]elanor_munwane, [info]frene_lisette
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Tristan du Lac
03 October 2005 @ 06:41 pm







Under an imperfect sun
I cling to my unquenched thirst

In your garden of stone you deny yourself
Are merely an imitation of a living thing
But I love you

My heart is getting heavy and fat, until it threatens to burst
My soul twists itself

Until finally this stone breaks into pieces
That briefly reverberate and fall down

Until my love lies in a million shards

I want to hold you in my arms
Hum into your ear our old song

For ever and ever I want to caress you
Until you fall asleep

But my hands can not touch you now
So I wish for my prayer to be heard

And that this imperfect, unreal sun keeps giving its love to its imperfect children
 
 
Current Mood: depressed
 
 
Tristan du Lac
02 October 2005 @ 04:13 pm
Outside by the lake )
 
 
Tristan du Lac
23 September 2005 @ 11:16 am
My father is here. I woke up and found him sitting next to my bed in the Hospital Wing. Why is he here? He said it was because mother asked him to take care of me but I don't believe him. There must be something else. Has he found out about... He can't. In the afternoon he'll come back and talk. I wish I could vanish into thin air.
 
 
Current Mood: anxious
 
 
Tristan du Lac
22 September 2005 @ 03:56 pm
Muggle Pet )


fishboy )
 
 
Tristan du Lac
19 September 2005 @ 02:44 pm
Letters from Daciana )
 
 
Tristan du Lac
17 September 2005 @ 05:09 pm
Note to self: Sitting on half frozen ground is not good for one's health;

Nurse says I have pneumonia and wanted to keep me in the Hospital Wing but I refused. Grabbed the bottles from her and am now comfortably lying in my own bed. Five different bottles plus the dreamless from Aislin.

I wonder how much dreamless makes you sleep for three days without waking up once. Time for experiments!
 
 
Current Mood: sick
 
 
Tristan du Lac
17 September 2005 @ 02:31 am
girlfriends - 0, molesting cat goo in jars - 1, hair munching ducklings - 1, brain damaged owls - 1, people I could hate but don't have the energy to - many.

We broke up. I wish I could describe eloquently what I said and what she said and what I said in return but it all boils down to 'we broke up'. There's no need to wallow in self pity. I don't have time for that. Right now, I'm surrounded by my freak petting zoo. Horatio is sitting on my head, Achilles is sleeping in my lap and Wolfram has somehow managed to roll under my pillow. It feels as if they're trying to comfort me and if the three of them were normal pets I'd actually believe it.

Sleep won't come to me. I should go and ask Jelly about the Dreamless but I'm too lazy.


I received letters from my childhood fairy tale princess. Will tape them into journal soon so I won't lose them.
 
 
Tristan du Lac
13 September 2005 @ 10:14 am
Owl to O'Neill )

Owl from O'Neill )

Owl to O'Neill )


Owl from Raegan )

Owl to Raegan )
 
 
 
Tristan du Lac
11 September 2005 @ 03:13 pm
Where did the last two days go? I haven't seen Elanor since that dreadful Sunday morning and haven't send her owls either. What is wrong with my brain?

Evening

I fell asleep by the lake. Again. It's a good thing that O'Neill wasn't around or else... I dreamt about my family and Elanor. She was dancing with Sean. Then Colin appeared, holding my mother who was on the verge of breaking down. Colin had tears in his eyes. Suddenly, I was standing in front of my father. He had a strange expression on his face. It was neither anger nor disgust. I believe I haven't seen him not being angry at me ever since Darla died. He told me that it was time to 'Let go'. I don't understand it. Let go of what? I don't possess anything of value. Not anymore.

Am I reading too much into it? I should probably ask MacDougal. He'll know what to make of this. At least I hope he knows.


Apparently Elanor has spent the day with Leo. To say that I am less than amused would be the understatement of the century. However, I've decided to not let it bother me. They are just friends. Right?


It's so pathetic that I lie to myself in my own journal.

[charmed so no one can read]

The potion is fine. 20 days left.

[end of charm]
 
 
Tristan du Lac
01 September 2005 @ 10:56 pm
[[sloppily charmed; bolded passages are visible]]

FUCK YOU MACDOUGAL! KEEP TELLING ME TO COME TO YOU SO WE CAN WORK ON ME USING MY FUCKING GIFT AND THEN YOU VANISH INTO THIN AIR! GUESS WHAT, ASSHOLE, I HAD A FRIGGIN VISION TODAY! WANNA KNOW WHAT I SAW? MY OWN FUCKING DEATH!

It happened in the library of all places and Christian was there to witness it. What now? Should I tell my parents hoping that my father won't get angry about me foiling his precious plans for me? For all I know telling him is the reason for my demise. He certainly won't be satisfied with Crucio or Avada Kedavra. Oh, no. Daddy will kill me with his bare hands and find a way to revive me so he can kill me all over again for making him kill me.

I want to tell Elanor about it but she is probably so pissed at me at the moment that she'd gladly help my father end my sorry life. Just add Jade to the merry lot. Somehow, I have no idea HOW, I made her cry today and now she's pissed at me, too. I can't tell Aislin about it. She'd freak out again and I think she has enough problems to deal with even though she won't admit it. However, it feels as if she is the only person who doesn't hate me and actually wants to be with me. Except for Christian she's the only one I can trust.


At least I have Horatio. The rest can just fuck off and die!
 
 
Tristan du Lac
27 August 2005 @ 11:05 am
I'm dying on the inside
 
 
Tristan du Lac
26 August 2005 @ 03:31 pm
Damn them! The morning had started so well. Elanor and I decided to spend some time by the lake since none of us had anything to do and she wanted to see the squid. Then Jade arrived with two other Gryffs and introduced one of them as her brother. Twin brother! They look remarkably alike which is kind of creepy.

Seeing them together made me wonder what it would be like if Darla were here with me. We'd probably be at each others throats all the time but still it'd be nice to have someone... I couldn't stand being around them and excused myself by telling them that I had to catch up with some reading. In retrospect, that might not have been the best excuse. Too late.
 
 
Tristan du Lac
13 August 2005 @ 02:48 am
My mother and my sister.


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