Tristan looked around the quaint beach, in the summer it was full of tourists, but not now. Now, in the earlier part of winter the only people you'd see would be the occasional dog walker or an avid history fan. Tristan himself had came here, just to escape infact. He'd been avoiding his parent's phone calls for the better part of the year and now with Christmas approaching they'd taken to randomly turning up. He knew they were only trying to make amends but he really couldn't forgive them that easily. They had yet to accept the fact he was who he was nor acknowledge Tansen's existence. Not that the common kuhna cared what Tristan's parents thought of him, after all he was made of slightly tougher stuff than Tristan. He'd always been the more sensitive of the two, Tristan. While Tansen tended to think things over before acting Tristan always reacted first, it was who he was and he was resolute not to speak to his parents until they'd been civil to his partner. The cake kuhna shivered slightly in the cold sea wind and he hugged his tan duffle coat tighter around him, his stripy pale coloured scarf whipping around his face. He wished he'd brought a hat or earmuffs for that matter, it was freezing. He walked along the beach front, glancing occasionally at the odd shop front or window as they already displayed their candy coloured Christmas decorations. He loved Christmas it was probably his favourite time of year, even if the romantic side of him was fond of St Valentine's day, it was just a shame all in all that it wasn't likely to be much fun this year what with Tansen being constantly busy with his work and his parents being a constant bother over his shoulder. Still, he thought, there was certainly people less fortunate than him around.
(Title fail. XP )
