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Tristan misses the sun more than he expects to, now that he can no longer safely go outside within it. Adjusting his entire schedule only further frustrates and exhausts him; he sleeps during the day, he wakes at night. All he needs, he tells himself, somewhat bitterly, is a fresh pair of fangs and then he's all set for life as a vampire. Still, though no longer magical, Tristan still has cooking to take his mind off of things, and so, he throws himself into baking - cookies, cakes, pies - all sorts of baked goods that taste like the sunshine he can no longer experience.
And of course, since he has little company these days besides the dead, constantly whispering in his ears, he winds up eating most of the food himself. Luckily, he's also taken up the habit of running around the graveyard, to keep himself in shape.
Now that the sun has fully set, much earlier than usual, thanks to the coming of autumn, Tristan is out on one of these runs, letting the chill seep through him as his feet hit the ground and he tries not to worry over the state of his new life. He's so caught up in his own thoughts, he winds up cutting through a few branches and brambles, wincing as the thorns and sharp edges catch against his skin.
He pauses, inhales deeply, before setting off again.
OOC: Find Tristan by the graveyard, on one of his daily runs, just as the sun's set. He could use some friends!
And of course, since he has little company these days besides the dead, constantly whispering in his ears, he winds up eating most of the food himself. Luckily, he's also taken up the habit of running around the graveyard, to keep himself in shape.
Now that the sun has fully set, much earlier than usual, thanks to the coming of autumn, Tristan is out on one of these runs, letting the chill seep through him as his feet hit the ground and he tries not to worry over the state of his new life. He's so caught up in his own thoughts, he winds up cutting through a few branches and brambles, wincing as the thorns and sharp edges catch against his skin.
He pauses, inhales deeply, before setting off again.
OOC: Find Tristan by the graveyard, on one of his daily runs, just as the sun's set. He could use some friends!
