Recent content by Tristan Finch

It didn't take Tristan long to reach the bottom of the glass, and he could already feel his worries slipping away from him. He truly could understand alcoholics, in his opinion they got far too much crap for being bad people, when really they had found the key to happiness. In Tristan's mind...

Sliding onto the stool next to the young blonde was a natural reaction for Tristan and as he kicked his sneaker up onto the foot rest he smirked back, yeah I've still got it, he reassured himself as the young woman immediately jumped into conversation with him. It didn't matter what his foster...

Tristan's head was spinning and no matter how hard he stared at the page of his text book he just could not commit the words to memory. A sigh could be heard as he leant back in his chair and clicked his pen on and off, on and off. Damn, Tristan was getting closer and closer to admitting that...

Tristan’s eyes dragged dully across the miniscule print, the mundane words clouting him with such a sense of fatigue that he had to reached out across his dinner table and grab at the half-drunken mug of coffee; his umpteenth for that day. The facts bestowed in the textbook before him seemed...

Mirth gleamed anew in Tristan’s Finch blue eyes as they scooted over the wedding’s Hawaiian backdrop. Having never been to a wedding, he had always associated the ceremonies with the escalated heights of church ceilings, crucifixes adorning the stone walls, light flooding in through...

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Tristan didn’t know what he was hoping for, maybe a comforting hug or a glass of water or perhaps a hand against his forehead to check if his fever was running high. But he hadn’t expected to see a smile, of all things, flitting across Ava’s face. This was like... A life or death scenario! If...

Sleeping in was a much beloved pastime of Tristan Finch, often a troublesome one too as it often found him in hot water with his professors. But that was just what the young man did. He partied hard past the witching hour, be it with a group of friends or a frisky female companion, and passed...

Beneath a pair of blackened lashes, a leggy brunette was tossing Tristan her best pair of bedroom eyes as she sipped casually at a beer. Screw his lecture tomorrow morning, he was getting laid tonight at whatever cost to his education. However just as he was about to sidle up to her with his own...

For somebody who had sought out his real family only days early, the nineteen year old who was currently stuffing his scrubs into his bag seemed fairly complacent. But Tristan had always been Tristan, he sure didn’t feel any different nor did he think any differently than what he did before. The...