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Official RidgeRunner Stables storyline.

Featuring:
Jarin Jackson
962 WRR Kastell's Abalone
1884 WRR Enolaba S'lletsak

Follows After:

Mature Content

(keep scrolling down, there's a summary way down there, no need to suffer for details <''3)

Could Tristan and Sydney lay down their hate for just a moment to go after Jarin together? Yes. Would they? Never. Sydney was much more hesitant about it. He chose the gravel roads where Jarin would run. It’s not like he didn’t want to find him. He just didn’t want to appear like he was unhinged or out of control or, god forbid, upset or worried. It was an accident. But who was going to believe him now? All Sydney identified as was the big angry man with fists. That's all anyone would see this as.
“Fuuuuck,” Sydney sighed, leaning his forehead onto his steering wheel as he came to a “T” in the road. Why was he so damn angry all the time? It never led to anything good! And yet, he fell victim to it so easily. “I’m sorry, Jarin,” he muttered to the quiet cab. He glanced over to the passenger seat, hating how empty it always was these days… He straightened up and pulled the steering wheel to the right, throttling the truck onward again. He didn’t want to sit there and let the sting in his chest hurt more. He had a dumbass to go find.

Tristan was in the same boat, trying to figure out where Jarin could have run off to. He was a flighty one. When Jarin bolted, there was no telling how far he’d run before his legs gave out. In the beginning, it was easy because he was so out of shape, he might only get to the end of the driveway. But now, thanks to Tristan’s fitness regimen, Jarin could run for miles if he wanted to.
Thinking on that, Tristan had a hunch he knew where Jarin might have gone to. He probably didn’t head for home. He was clearly trying to escape from the tension between Tristan and Sydney. He wouldn’t want to be found. Not immediately, anyway. Tristan stepped into one of his horse’s stalls, tacking them up as quickly as possible. Where he needed to go couldn't be dine by car. There was a good chance Jarin went to the castle that hadn’t even begun renovations yet.
It was secluded and quiet, the sun now setting behind the tree line. Tristan pushed the horse on while he still had light to see the trail. It was almost totally dark by the time he skittered down the steep cliff that led to the castle, hidden in the trees. Tying the horse up and making his way to the door, he saw signs that his hunch was right. There were droplets of freshly coagulated blood in front of the door.
Pushing open the door, Tristan’s eyes had to readjust to the darkness within. One day, this place was going to be truly glorious and immaculate again. “Jarin?” He called softly. “J-” He about called again but heard a shuffle down the hallway to the left.
“Tristan?” Jarin called back, dazed and confused.
Tristan looked back in front of him where Jarin’s voice came from. If he wasn’t more relieved to know Jarin was here, he may have been more creeped out by whatever he heard coming from his side. He strode over to Jarin, laying in a pile of crumbled tiles - not odd in a castle with this much wear and tear. He took the sight of Jarin's state of mess, which was hard in the dark, before keeping his voice soft. “I’m sorry for all of this, for how complicated everything has become for you. For hurting you, and confusing you… and to some extent,” he sighed, keeping back a few steps so as to not spook him again if he was still worked up, “Sydney was right… I took advantage of you. Not intentionally… I barely even realized what I was doing. But I apologize for that too…” Tristan told him gently, taking a few more hesitant steps forward.
Jarin’s vision was so blurry, not only because his glasses had been smashed by Sydney’s elbow, but by whatever that light had left dots of all shapes and sizes dancing around in his vision. He felt so disorientated and his limbs almost felt numb. He tried to focus in on Tristan, hearing his voice. He was relieved to hear it. It meant Sydney hadn't hurt him. Not badly anyway.
“But,” Tristan continued, “would you forgive me?” He offered out his arms to Jarin, in the hopes of embracing him, but he wasn’t going to force it onto him. “Please.”
Jarin’s heart trembled in his chest, first with excitement and elated joy but then it hurt. Physically hurt against his ribs, making him wince and he sat up slowly. He survived whatever head trauma made him think he was dying earlier, maybe he had a heart attack. That wouldn’t surprise him. Perhaps, the person that had run down the hallway knew. But in the meantime, Jarin was just thankful to have another chance at life to really take a stab at making the right choices.
Seeing Tristan standing there with his arms outstretched only made the pang in his heart worsen. He couldn’t just keep this all in anymore. “Tristan…” Jarin took a deep breath and forced himself to say what was clambering from his heart to be let out, “Of course, I'd forgive you. If there was anything to forgive you for. See…I think I took advantage of you too,” Jarin admitted.
“You came here looking to get away from your hurt. And all I wanted to do was take that away from you; to help and make you feel better. I tried to replace that feeling in you. When really, all I did was selfish and I understood that when I went back to Sydney… it's not fair to you for me to lead you on like this. It's not fair I can't-“ his face contorted into pain and sadness but he fought through it. This was his chance to come clean, “It's not fair to you that I can't let go of those I care about. I want to be nice so bad, Tristan. I don't want to be selfish and mean. I’m not trying to be stupid!” Jarin was really struggling to maintain any sort of composure, “and-and-” He took a deep breath in before letting it all out, “I think the nicest thing I can do is to tell you…I really think I'm in love with you.”
Jarin wished he could just stop there and make everything okay but he couldn't. He couldn’t let their faces fade away again. He couldn’t lie to Tristan. He sobbed and clutched his chest, “But you’re not the only one I love and I can't explain why and I won't hide it from you anymore! I can't!”
Tristan hesitated, entirely uncertain of how to approach this situation with Jarin. Love? He wasn’t so certain that was an emotion he could really get his head around at this point in time. He’d loved once and look how that turned out for him. He certainly had emotions for Jarin, but what they were, he couldn’t be completely confident in this particular instance, try as he might. “I don’t expect you to just let everything go, Jarin. From before. It takes time and it hurts. Your resolve to get rid of my pain is admirable, but it’s not that easy.” He said gently, as he took a step forward, knelt down to Jarin, and wrapped his arms around him securely.
“Love is more complicated than just being nice, and being sweet,” Tristan explained softly. “It is selfish and cruel and beautiful.” Jarin was almost too naïve to understand it. It was the one platform on which he and Sydney stood equally. They both understood it for the way it ripped your heart from your body and crushed it and yet it left you longing for more. Tristan didn’t want Jarin to ever understand it like that. “And it’s finding what is best for you.”
Jarin leaned into Tristan’s arms, still, turning his head so he didn’t get his nasty blood all over this man that imbodied actual perfection. He found Tristan’s description of love to be a bit foreign to his thoughts. He always thought of love as someone you’d do anything for no matter what and always brought you happiness. He was right again. This whole time Jarin had felt how cruel and selfish it could be too.
Jarin smiled a little, finally feeling the warmth off of Tristan’s body. Selfish, cruel, and beautiful. That sounded exactly like a couple of tall people he knew. And for some reason, it put him at ease to know it. He felt like he was beginning to understand a little more about what he was feeling. He wrapped his arms around Tristan’s waist gently, hugging him back. “Tristan…” Jarin hugged him harder, “You’re all of those things to me.” He leaned back to look up at him with a pure and refreshing smile. Jarin really was too naïve to grasp the gravity of it all. His heart was too meek and feeble for the reality of this world unless it was protected.
Blushing a little, his eyes dropped back and forth to Tristan, “O-of course, that’s just how I f-feel, Tristan. You have your own thoughts and feelings and I t-totally understand you have your own thing. I didn’t want to push anything off on you, of course! I-I j-just wanted to be honest around you, is all!” Oh no, not the blabber stutter. It was as bad as his tears. Once it got going, there was no telling when he could stop. “I-I didn’t mean you were cruel or anything bad like that, er, well, I did, but not like a bad person but I think I understood what you meant! Definitely not like a bad person! You aren’t like that-“ Oh god, make it stop.
Tristan gave a wry grin at Jarin, and instead just pressed his lips to Jarin’s, putting a pause to all of the blabber that was coming out of his mouth rather than letting him just carry on and dig himself further into an even deeper and more terrifying hole. It was practically a sedative for Jarin how he immediately relaxed. “It’s ok.” He said gently, keeping his arms firmly around Jarin for a few moments more, before he stepped back. “Now come on, you can ride back behind me, and we’ll go and get some food and you can get some rest.” He explained to him lightly, squeezing his shoulders lightly before he stepped away fully, offering out a hand for Jarin to take.
Locking his fingers with Tristan’s, Jarin graciously took his hand to leave the castle. After a few wobbly steps from the blood loss, Jarin bashfully leaned a little more on Tristan. Better this than falling on his face and having to be scooped up again. Still, he did find himself looking down the very dark hallway where that person had run off too. Odd, Jarin was pretty sure Tristan gave a glance down the hallway too. Maybe he saw them too. Were they still there? Did they live here? Or did they find the castle in the trees in the middle of nowhere too? Still, Jarin wanted to thank them for checking on him even if they hadn’t hung around. Without them, maybe he would have never had this talk with Tristan. Ever so subtly, Jarin put his arm around Tristan's waist with the slightest pull at him. He didn't even realize he had done it. Call it what ya want, that boy made a move.

(1947 wordcount)

SUMMARY;
--Sydney tries to find Jarin (fails)
--Tristan finds Jarin at the castle
--Tristan apologizes for taking advantage of Jarin's feelings
--Jarin drops the "I Love You" words
--But also adds in that Tristan isn't the only one he loves
--Tristan (kind of) understands and explains that love is dumb, it can be great and it can hurt like a bitch
--Jarin gets a smooch out of it tho~ <3
--They go home

Previous: It Was An Accident || Next: Officially Official

Weird art : D
I love my weird art~
Been stoked for this one since I scribbled the concept~ Oh look, a very blatant and obvious portrayal of yin/yang xD Oh look, balance and harmony and all that and look who's in the middle of it - the lad~ Jarin xD (taking a nap)

Yea, this is all to give the impression that Jarin has experienced the peace and the chaos that comes with his... uhm... choices. Yea, surprise, no surprise, all parties involved might not be cool with you sleeping around with others and then going to beg them for money for a pony you don't need. What?? Wow, yea, Jarin, congrats on that revolutionary enlightenment. jfc. He's a moron, guys. Cut him some slack xD

But he has confessed him love and his intentions. He's been as honest as he can at this point. Where it goes from here, welp, it can't be a straight and easy ride can it? No way.

Poppy flowers: fun fact, apparently these little red flowers (yes they come in more colors; relax) have every meaning you can think of. The ones I was going with for this specific piece are along the lines of: undying love, remembrance, and sacrifice along with sleep, death, peace and rebirth; hence why Jarin is asleep and might look dead here lol But the "rebirth" is a major ideal here.

Jarin/Abe/Eno/Sydney/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP words © Saoradh
No specific ref for lad and ponies

Procreate/Photoshop CS6

Description

Official RidgeRunner Stables storyline.

Featuring:
Jarin Jackson
962 WRR Kastell's Abalone
1884 WRR Enolaba S'lletsak

Follows After:

Mature Content

(keep scrolling down, there's a summary way down there, no need to suffer for details <''3)

Could Tristan and Sydney lay down their hate for just a moment to go after Jarin together? Yes. Would they? Never. Sydney was much more hesitant about it. He chose the gravel roads where Jarin would run. It’s not like he didn’t want to find him. He just didn’t want to appear like he was unhinged or out of control or, god forbid, upset or worried. It was an accident. But who was going to believe him now? All Sydney identified as was the big angry man with fists. That's all anyone would see this as.
“Fuuuuck,” Sydney sighed, leaning his forehead onto his steering wheel as he came to a “T” in the road. Why was he so damn angry all the time? It never led to anything good! And yet, he fell victim to it so easily. “I’m sorry, Jarin,” he muttered to the quiet cab. He glanced over to the passenger seat, hating how empty it always was these days… He straightened up and pulled the steering wheel to the right, throttling the truck onward again. He didn’t want to sit there and let the sting in his chest hurt more. He had a dumbass to go find.

Tristan was in the same boat, trying to figure out where Jarin could have run off to. He was a flighty one. When Jarin bolted, there was no telling how far he’d run before his legs gave out. In the beginning, it was easy because he was so out of shape, he might only get to the end of the driveway. But now, thanks to Tristan’s fitness regimen, Jarin could run for miles if he wanted to.
Thinking on that, Tristan had a hunch he knew where Jarin might have gone to. He probably didn’t head for home. He was clearly trying to escape from the tension between Tristan and Sydney. He wouldn’t want to be found. Not immediately, anyway. Tristan stepped into one of his horse’s stalls, tacking them up as quickly as possible. Where he needed to go couldn't be dine by car. There was a good chance Jarin went to the castle that hadn’t even begun renovations yet.
It was secluded and quiet, the sun now setting behind the tree line. Tristan pushed the horse on while he still had light to see the trail. It was almost totally dark by the time he skittered down the steep cliff that led to the castle, hidden in the trees. Tying the horse up and making his way to the door, he saw signs that his hunch was right. There were droplets of freshly coagulated blood in front of the door.
Pushing open the door, Tristan’s eyes had to readjust to the darkness within. One day, this place was going to be truly glorious and immaculate again. “Jarin?” He called softly. “J-” He about called again but heard a shuffle down the hallway to the left.
“Tristan?” Jarin called back, dazed and confused.
Tristan looked back in front of him where Jarin’s voice came from. If he wasn’t more relieved to know Jarin was here, he may have been more creeped out by whatever he heard coming from his side. He strode over to Jarin, laying in a pile of crumbled tiles - not odd in a castle with this much wear and tear. He took the sight of Jarin's state of mess, which was hard in the dark, before keeping his voice soft. “I’m sorry for all of this, for how complicated everything has become for you. For hurting you, and confusing you… and to some extent,” he sighed, keeping back a few steps so as to not spook him again if he was still worked up, “Sydney was right… I took advantage of you. Not intentionally… I barely even realized what I was doing. But I apologize for that too…” Tristan told him gently, taking a few more hesitant steps forward.
Jarin’s vision was so blurry, not only because his glasses had been smashed by Sydney’s elbow, but by whatever that light had left dots of all shapes and sizes dancing around in his vision. He felt so disorientated and his limbs almost felt numb. He tried to focus in on Tristan, hearing his voice. He was relieved to hear it. It meant Sydney hadn't hurt him. Not badly anyway.
“But,” Tristan continued, “would you forgive me?” He offered out his arms to Jarin, in the hopes of embracing him, but he wasn’t going to force it onto him. “Please.”
Jarin’s heart trembled in his chest, first with excitement and elated joy but then it hurt. Physically hurt against his ribs, making him wince and he sat up slowly. He survived whatever head trauma made him think he was dying earlier, maybe he had a heart attack. That wouldn’t surprise him. Perhaps, the person that had run down the hallway knew. But in the meantime, Jarin was just thankful to have another chance at life to really take a stab at making the right choices.
Seeing Tristan standing there with his arms outstretched only made the pang in his heart worsen. He couldn’t just keep this all in anymore. “Tristan…” Jarin took a deep breath and forced himself to say what was clambering from his heart to be let out, “Of course, I'd forgive you. If there was anything to forgive you for. See…I think I took advantage of you too,” Jarin admitted.
“You came here looking to get away from your hurt. And all I wanted to do was take that away from you; to help and make you feel better. I tried to replace that feeling in you. When really, all I did was selfish and I understood that when I went back to Sydney… it's not fair to you for me to lead you on like this. It's not fair I can't-“ his face contorted into pain and sadness but he fought through it. This was his chance to come clean, “It's not fair to you that I can't let go of those I care about. I want to be nice so bad, Tristan. I don't want to be selfish and mean. I’m not trying to be stupid!” Jarin was really struggling to maintain any sort of composure, “and-and-” He took a deep breath in before letting it all out, “I think the nicest thing I can do is to tell you…I really think I'm in love with you.”
Jarin wished he could just stop there and make everything okay but he couldn't. He couldn’t let their faces fade away again. He couldn’t lie to Tristan. He sobbed and clutched his chest, “But you’re not the only one I love and I can't explain why and I won't hide it from you anymore! I can't!”
Tristan hesitated, entirely uncertain of how to approach this situation with Jarin. Love? He wasn’t so certain that was an emotion he could really get his head around at this point in time. He’d loved once and look how that turned out for him. He certainly had emotions for Jarin, but what they were, he couldn’t be completely confident in this particular instance, try as he might. “I don’t expect you to just let everything go, Jarin. From before. It takes time and it hurts. Your resolve to get rid of my pain is admirable, but it’s not that easy.” He said gently, as he took a step forward, knelt down to Jarin, and wrapped his arms around him securely.
“Love is more complicated than just being nice, and being sweet,” Tristan explained softly. “It is selfish and cruel and beautiful.” Jarin was almost too naïve to understand it. It was the one platform on which he and Sydney stood equally. They both understood it for the way it ripped your heart from your body and crushed it and yet it left you longing for more. Tristan didn’t want Jarin to ever understand it like that. “And it’s finding what is best for you.”
Jarin leaned into Tristan’s arms, still, turning his head so he didn’t get his nasty blood all over this man that imbodied actual perfection. He found Tristan’s description of love to be a bit foreign to his thoughts. He always thought of love as someone you’d do anything for no matter what and always brought you happiness. He was right again. This whole time Jarin had felt how cruel and selfish it could be too.
Jarin smiled a little, finally feeling the warmth off of Tristan’s body. Selfish, cruel, and beautiful. That sounded exactly like a couple of tall people he knew. And for some reason, it put him at ease to know it. He felt like he was beginning to understand a little more about what he was feeling. He wrapped his arms around Tristan’s waist gently, hugging him back. “Tristan…” Jarin hugged him harder, “You’re all of those things to me.” He leaned back to look up at him with a pure and refreshing smile. Jarin really was too naïve to grasp the gravity of it all. His heart was too meek and feeble for the reality of this world unless it was protected.
Blushing a little, his eyes dropped back and forth to Tristan, “O-of course, that’s just how I f-feel, Tristan. You have your own thoughts and feelings and I t-totally understand you have your own thing. I didn’t want to push anything off on you, of course! I-I j-just wanted to be honest around you, is all!” Oh no, not the blabber stutter. It was as bad as his tears. Once it got going, there was no telling when he could stop. “I-I didn’t mean you were cruel or anything bad like that, er, well, I did, but not like a bad person but I think I understood what you meant! Definitely not like a bad person! You aren’t like that-“ Oh god, make it stop.
Tristan gave a wry grin at Jarin, and instead just pressed his lips to Jarin’s, putting a pause to all of the blabber that was coming out of his mouth rather than letting him just carry on and dig himself further into an even deeper and more terrifying hole. It was practically a sedative for Jarin how he immediately relaxed. “It’s ok.” He said gently, keeping his arms firmly around Jarin for a few moments more, before he stepped back. “Now come on, you can ride back behind me, and we’ll go and get some food and you can get some rest.” He explained to him lightly, squeezing his shoulders lightly before he stepped away fully, offering out a hand for Jarin to take.
Locking his fingers with Tristan’s, Jarin graciously took his hand to leave the castle. After a few wobbly steps from the blood loss, Jarin bashfully leaned a little more on Tristan. Better this than falling on his face and having to be scooped up again. Still, he did find himself looking down the very dark hallway where that person had run off too. Odd, Jarin was pretty sure Tristan gave a glance down the hallway too. Maybe he saw them too. Were they still there? Did they live here? Or did they find the castle in the trees in the middle of nowhere too? Still, Jarin wanted to thank them for checking on him even if they hadn’t hung around. Without them, maybe he would have never had this talk with Tristan. Ever so subtly, Jarin put his arm around Tristan's waist with the slightest pull at him. He didn't even realize he had done it. Call it what ya want, that boy made a move.

(1947 wordcount)

SUMMARY;
--Sydney tries to find Jarin (fails)
--Tristan finds Jarin at the castle
--Tristan apologizes for taking advantage of Jarin's feelings
--Jarin drops the "I Love You" words
--But also adds in that Tristan isn't the only one he loves
--Tristan (kind of) understands and explains that love is dumb, it can be great and it can hurt like a bitch
--Jarin gets a smooch out of it tho~ <3
--They go home

Previous: It Was An Accident || Next: Officially Official

Weird art : D
I love my weird art~
Been stoked for this one since I scribbled the concept~ Oh look, a very blatant and obvious portrayal of yin/yang xD Oh look, balance and harmony and all that and look who's in the middle of it - the lad~ Jarin xD (taking a nap)

Yea, this is all to give the impression that Jarin has experienced the peace and the chaos that comes with his... uhm... choices. Yea, surprise, no surprise, all parties involved might not be cool with you sleeping around with others and then going to beg them for money for a pony you don't need. What?? Wow, yea, Jarin, congrats on that revolutionary enlightenment. jfc. He's a moron, guys. Cut him some slack xD

But he has confessed him love and his intentions. He's been as honest as he can at this point. Where it goes from here, welp, it can't be a straight and easy ride can it? No way.

Poppy flowers: fun fact, apparently these little red flowers (yes they come in more colors; relax) have every meaning you can think of. The ones I was going with for this specific piece are along the lines of: undying love, remembrance, and sacrifice along with sleep, death, peace and rebirth; hence why Jarin is asleep and might look dead here lol But the "rebirth" is a major ideal here.

Jarin/Abe/Eno/Sydney/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP words © Saoradh
No specific ref for lad and ponies

Procreate/Photoshop CS6