Marry Me

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    After the startling phonecall, Tristan had been sucked into the chaos and confusion. Usually, a common occurrence with anything to do with Jarin. But this was different. This was chaos that shouldn’t happen to a person like Jarin. Tristan had a feeling what had happened between him and Jarin(NSFW) might have been the match to this bomb between Sydney and Jarin...
    Jarin wiped his wet cheeks, sniveling, “Tristan. I-I think that I hurt him but…”
    Tristan hugged Jarin close, pulling him into his lap and holding him there, letting him cry into him. “No Jarin, Sydney hurt you. Not the other way around.” Why was he so quick to defend the obvious offender? It was plain as day as to what happened, seeing Sydney storm from the house earlier. “Couples. They argue, they get annoyed, sure. They don’t do this… Nobody should treat you like that Jarin, and anyone who does: they’re less than human and you shouldn’t even think of giving them your time.”
    Jarin hadn't thought of what happens next. “What do I do when he comes back, Tristan? What do I even say?”
    Tristan's expression soured a little, “If he knows what’s best for him, Sydney won't be back this evening or at all.” He glowered at first but had to remind himself to be a little more gentle around Jarin, given his current state. “I know it’ll be hard letting go of the hick…” Tristan spoke up, gently. He didn’t know how long Jarin and Sydney had been a thing. Much to his distaste.
    “... but it really will be the best for you in the long run, Jarin. Someone who hurts you like he did… you shouldn’t stay with someone like that. It’ll do you way more harm than good… and sure, you’re meant to do things for the ones you love. But never at your own loss.” He added firmly.
    Jarin paused to look at Tristan and take in what he meant. He knew he was meant to do things for those he liked. But love? He didn’t know he felt that way about Sydney, but apparently, it was even clear to Tristan in such a short amount of time. Love Sydney? Like he loved his moms or his dog, Griff?
    Jarin’s eyes cast downward, feeling even worse about it all. No wonder Sydney was so upset at him. It all made sense now…Jarin wasn’t returning his feelings. He thought they only liked each other. So, naturally, Sydney got mad at him. Sydney was the one who got hurt so of course, he was wronged for his unrequited love. Put simply:

    Jarin liked Sydney.
    Sydney loved Jarin.

    Jarin felt he was no better than Sydney. He and Sydney...were less than human...

     Jarin looked to Tristan with a pained expression. There was also something he found earlier. It all made sense now. He muffled a whimper, disappearing into the back room of his house to get what was painfully obvious now. He crouched down to the air vent and slid it open, pulling out the little velvet box stashed away. He shuffled back to where Tristan was and set it down in front of him to see.
    He sat down beside him, looking somber, “He hid that a while back. I didn’t know what it meant at first but…” Jarin let it speak for itself.
    Inside the box was a solid gold ring, just one. Beautifully tucked onto its little satin pillow. Beckoning to claim a finger in hopes, dreams, and promises. There wasn’t anything especially important about it other than the inscription on the inside of the ring read ‘Princess’ in a fancy cursive font.
    Jarin’s lip quivered, practically hearing Sydney’s voice rumble in his mind which simultaneously made his heart flutter and whimper at the same time. “That’s what he always calls me…Princess.”

    He really went and messed up. Messed up everything.

    Tristan understood quickly enough, even if it took a few moments of staring at the ring, dumbfounded by what he was looking at before he took a deep breath and shook his head. He wasn’t going to let Jarin get dragged into Sydney’s games. Tristan knew all too well about the hollow promises any ring could offer. “This, Jarin, it’s a ring. That’s all it is. I used to wear one too, remember? It doesn’t mean love.”
    That definitely panged a heartstring for Tristan, and he glanced away for a moment, taking a shuddering breath. “Sydney, he didn’t love you. Maybe, maybe he thought he did, just like me and…” he bit back his name and continued on, “If he loved you then why would he hurt you? That’s what bullies do, Jarin, who don’t love people. Bullies like Sydney.” He stated firmly, snapping the velvet case shut.
     “But he-!”
    Tristan cut him off, “I don’t think it would have been long until you ended up in the hospital, Jarin. If Sydney had loved you, then he would never have hurt you.” He had to get it through to Jarin to look beyond a silly ring. There just wasn’t any way someone like Sydney Brannon, "Mr. Not Gay", could ever even consider claiming the hand of Jarin’s.
    “Then why would he-“ Jarin stared at the case of the ring. Now that he understood what the ring was, he had felt so dumb. He...he wanted to be the ‘princess’. But was this all just a joke? Sydney wouldn’t do something like this. Sydney wasn’t the monster that everyone made him out to be. Not all the time... But the man he had witnessed today...he was the monster.
    There was no love. There were no feelings. Jarin’s eyes stung again, but this time it was a very different feeling – not fear or sadness, just frustration and humiliation.  Jarin trembled, “ I-I don’t want to hate someone Tristan but…I just don’t know what else to call what I feel.”

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>:''] look at me being nice. 

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sweet jesus on a stick
Where do I even start??
UHM.
SURPRISE!? Hello, I finally pick up this cliffhanger from back in April. Short story: life got a bit less than ideal, I'm sure you all understand :''D Therefore, a lot of my art time got sucked dry and when I did have some time, I was too blaaah to do much. So I'm a bit pooey that it took me this long to produce only this. 
BUT I NEEDED IT TO BE DONE. I NEED THIS DONE. IT'S DONE.
My soul can move on again :''D

So let's look beyond how amazing it could have been and have a celebration for what it is!
Basically: it's all a figment of Jarin's imagination <''3 What he thought really could have happened if he had just been a little more aware of what was going on in Sydney's head. D''; So he feels horrible. He feels like he betrayed Sydney. And equally, as many of you already hypothesized, the big dude didn't take it lightly when he figured out the little fling between Jarin and Tristan. 
He mad. 
So Jarin feels betrayed by Sydney too. The poor flowerboi is just LOST. 
What could have been a beautiful wedding is now just gross feelings that don't feel so good. :''( 

But have a cute picture to cover all that up :'') 
Nothing sad to see here~

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Jarin/Sydney/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP Words © Saoradh
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