honeyandwine | It's always fun to lose control, blinded by the bright lights. (Open)

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It's always fun to lose control, blinded by the bright lights. (Open)

After the Hydra incident, Tristan is trying to keep up business as usual, even with the damage done to the front of his shop. Currently, Riley's wonderful enchantment still resides, and Tristan finds himself reluctant to replace such a lovely concoction. So today, Tristan is working on making his wares extra special for customers. He's putting an extra effort to include as many comforting and cheering charms in his food and drinks, and he's offering free snacks/drinks to those who look like they especially need it.

He's in the middle of a newer cheering charm, mixing it into a banana cream pie, when suddenly, he mispronounces a word and an instant reaction of puffed smoke clouds into the air.

He turns to find a reflection of himself in one of his stoves, and he gapes.

"What in the hell?"

(OOC: The ~charm is going to last a bit, and it will keep making reappearances with new Hobbit footage/trailers/the new movie/etc. I regret nothing. >:D)

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"I'll always remember you this way," she teases, grabbing up her coffee and box of pie. "I'd be happy to come along. Lead the way, my king."

He blushes at the 'my king.' "And you're going to call me that forever, aren't you?"

He maneuvers around the counter, placing a 'be back in half an hour' sign over the register, and walks with her towards the door.

"My real name is Tristan, by the way."

"I think I kind of have to, yeah," she grins as she follows him out the door. She tucks the box under her arm, cupping the coffee with both hands to feel its warmth and takes another long sip. She feels calmer already. "Oh, Tristan? Fancy name. I'm Kennedy."

"Yeah, my parents were really fond of the whole 'eloquent, potentially future embarrassing' name thing," he says as they walk, heading in the direction of Coombs & Co. "Kennedy, huh? Kind of fancy yourself."

"At least your parents were trying to sound 'eloquent'. It matches the schtick right now," she grins. "Mine probably saw a special on JFK right after I was born." She shrugs and looks around as they start to slow down. Looking over the place, Kennedy decides she likes Coombs & Co. From the outside at least. She points at it. "This the place?"

"Kennedy sounds pretty modern and suave, though, you have to admit," he points out. "Especially for the name of an artist."

They pause in front of Coombs & Co. which, Tristan realizes, he has yet to go into himself.

"Yes, this is it," he says, opening the door and holding it open for her.

"Well when you put it that way, I'll take it," she says with a grin. She looks up at the sign over the door before stepping inside and when she does, she gawks at everything. It's like something ripped straight from the pages of a book. An old apothecary with walls lined with bottles of all shapes and colours.

And there behind the counter is the girl from her pieces. Kennedy is still weirded out by meeting the people in her paintings, so when the girl looks at Tristan questioningly, she very happily pushes him to take the lead.

"Oh my God, I should have brought a pie or at the very least, some hot chocolate," Tristan says, smacking himself in the forehead at his own lack of foresight. Especially considering the conversation they were about to have. Blushing, he realizes both Kennedy and Riley probably think him a right idiot right about now.

"But, er," he begins again, attempting to run a hand through his hair before remembering how long and unmanageable it is. "We need your help with two things. One, I need something to help reverse this charm that backfired in the kitchen," he says, gesturing to himself. "And more importantly, this girl, Kennedy, drew a picture of you drowning and she has pretty accurate visions."

His voice goes soft with concern at the last part and he chews on his lip, looking at Riley worriedly.

"I was worried and thought you should know."

It's a lot to process. Tristan's transformation blocks out her hearing for a moment and she asks, "What charm were you trying to use?" She looks him up and down, thinking of what she has or can make that will reverse whatever he did. It's only then that she registers something about drowning and a vision. He's looking right at her and Riley glances around him to see a small brunette nodding her head sagely. "But--again?" she asks, making a clear 'I don't want this' face before she looks at Tristan and softens. "You were worried?"

"An extra potent cheering charm, considering recent events," he admits, still trying to run his hand through his hair. "Again?" He looks at her, alarmed now. "Of course I was worried," he admits, blushing more. "You're my favorite witch, how can I not worry?"

"Oh, oops. At least you look very regal?" Riley gives him a reassuring smile before stepping out from behind the counter. She starts to climb the ladder hooked to the shelves, looking for a potion she hopes might help. "I can't swim. I almost drowned when we first moved to Siren Cove over five years ago. Owen Phillips jumped in and rescued me," she frowns, remembering the man in the hospital.

When she finds the bottle she's after, Riley grabs it and turns to sit on one of the slats on the ladder, handing a clear bottle to Tristan. The liquid is a green pearlescent colour. She blushes when he calls her his favourite witch and smiles again, even though this probably shouldn't be something to smile about. "Well hopefully I live up to that and can get you back to your old self. But this vision's of the future?"

Kennedy watches the two, her eyes and smile widening before she answers. "I've only seen the future before."

His grin widens at the compliment, and he has to momentarily look down to keep his blush in check. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind for the next royal ball I attend," he winks at her, chuckling.

"You almost drowned?" He asked, face becoming serious at the thought of Riley almost dying as he takes the bottle of potion, a lovely shade of green that makes Tristan think of spring.

"Have you seen anything else that might relate to that vision?" Tristan asks, struck by a sudden thought.

"As long as Grant Middleton's in town, you'll always have an occasion for it." She wrinkles her nose and smiles at the wink before nodding. "I don't go into the water. I only go on the beach if I'm with someone. So why would I be in danger again?"

Kennedy blinks, pulling the napkin with her drawing out of her pocket again. "I drew everything I saw," she explains, examining her sketch, then her memory flickers to the paintings currently on display in her shop. "I painted a portrait of Riley three days ago. Nothing off about it. The same day, I painted one of the boardwalk with explosions in the sky."

"He always throws such fancy parties, then?" He grins, flipping his hair over his shoulder when it gets in his way.

Tristan chews on his lip as he contemplates the possible meaning.

"So maybe the boardwalk is going to explode? Or what if you get on a boat, or something?"

He really wants to find a way to protect Riley, a desire he now thinks is something more then friendship.

The girl Riley is too busy smiling at Tristan's dramatic hair as it constantly gets in his way. Kennedy agrees it's pretty funny to watch him deal with long hair he's not accustomed to. But she's focused now, something Riley clearly wasn't. "Do you really think the boardwalk would explo--nevermind, what was I thinking. A Hydra just attacked this place."

Still, she doesn't feel like it's anything as big as the boardwalk exploding. She stuffs the drawing back in her pocket, sighing. "I've never tried to bring on a premonition, but maybe I can. I'll try to see more. Maybe get more clues. In the meantime, no boats and stay away from the water, missy."

"Yeah, I don't trust this place not to have like, dragons, compared to what happened last week," Tristan observes, untangling his foot from his long robes. He definitely feels royal in his garb, all right: a royal idiot. But Riley is smiling at him and so he finds he doesn't quite mind.

"Thank you," he turns toward Kennedy, "That would be wonderful. And let me know how I can repay you. In the mean time, I can distract Riley with my flowing blond locks and lack of coordination in this outfit?" He turns back to Riley with a grin.

Kennedy nods, throwing out that she can easily be repaid with more delicious coffee.

"Distract me from what, the water?" Riley laughs. "Don't worry, it won't be hard for you to distract me."

"I promise I'll stay away from the water," she adds, looking to Kennedy who looks like she damn well better not lose another person to her visions.

"Coffee and pie, whenever you'd like," he agrees in Kennedy's direction.

"Is it the crown?" He asks Riley with a rogue wink and a smile. "I have to say, this is not what I imagined when I played dress up as a kid."

"I'm sure you could manage to distract me easily without the getup. The crown will make it very easy to find you in a crowd though." She laughs.

Kennedy rolls her nails across her coffee, wondering if she's imposing on something or not. "You could distract her by kissing her," she chimes in, sipping her drink like she didn't just embarrass everyone in the room. "Just a thought."

"Yep, kind of hard to miss the tall person in a crown," he laughs with her.

Tristan's face burns at Kennedy's words, all the way to the tips of his currently elongated ears. It's not like he's thought of kissing Riley before except actually he totally has, and he's dwelt on how utterly cute she is, and now Kennedy had to go and blurt out his exact thoughts and he doesn't know how to deal with this, oh God.

"Well, I er, um." He lets some of his blonde hair fall in front of his face to hide his blush. He sort of takes refuge in it. "I mean, I'd like to, butmaybewecouldstartwithadatefirst?"

Holy crap, a lot just went down in a matter of seconds and Riley's still reeling from Kennedy's comment when Tristan speaks. He'd like to kiss her?? She backs up a bit, smacking into one of the shelves, and presses a hand onto her burning cheek.

"Um, yup to all that," she blurts out as Kennedy pumps a fist into the air behind Tristan. Riley knows he can't see her, but she's pretty confident he can feel the girl with visions cheering back there.

Tristan looks up when he hears Riley smack into something, and he hurries over to make sure she's okay.

"Careful, or your own potions might get offended," he jokes, fidgeting with his hands as he approaches. It is, of course, impossible to ignore Kennedy's triumphant cheering, but he attempts to anyway.

"So um. I guess this is me asking you out on a date thing. A date," he says, chuckling nervously. "Maybe a dinner and a movie or walk in the park?"

"I think I already offended them today. They'll get over it, I'm sure." She cuts her eyes at Kennedy who puts her hands back at her side and, whistling, turns away to walk around the room like she's 'browsing.'

"Either of those are great for me. Just no water," she smiles. "Dinner and a movie sound perfect, actually."

"They seem to be made of pretty sturdy stuff," Tristan grins, and has to hide a chuckle at the glance Riley throws at Kennedy though he agrees fully with the sentiment.

"Absolutely no water," he nods, "so we'll dine somewhere away from the boardwalk. Any preference for food and movie genres?" He's so happy he might float out of the store, to be honest.

"Don't flatter them too much. They're cocky as is." She's pleased when Kennedy turns her attention away and focuses her attention on Tristan again, smiling as soon as her eyes fall on him. "I really like Italian? And any movies. Actually I love superhero movies the most."

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