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loloskids · 4 years
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♔  Clea Eileen Hawkins  ♔
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37 Years Old, female, heterosexual, Advertising Editor/Photographer, wife of Tristan Hawkins
tw: army, tw: miscarriages
in her youth, Clea was always a little headstrong. the youngest of five kids, the rules had relaxed considerably, and she was given basically the run of the house. her situation was also a little different - her older siblings had all been raised by her mother, Jenny, and father, Walter. Clea, on  the other hand, was raised by Jenny and her ‘best friend’, after Walter’s passing. and yes, Jenny and Paige got married after they legally could. though her siblings were...eventually supportive, it’s led to Clea feeling alone despite the largess of her family
the leading member of the yearbook committee through all four years, she figured out pretty quickly that photography and all things related was her passion. her portfolio is good enough to get her a full ride to her (admittedly) third choice of college. she took it, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and kept a steady 3 point low something average. probably having a little something to do with junior year
he was just about the handsomest thing she’d ever seen on ice skates, and she fell deeply, deeply in love. they had sparks immediately, and their relationship went from 0-100 in a way that Clea had never expected
even though she was head over heels in love with him, Jenny and Paige didn’t love him. her half siblings were more of a mixed bag, but Clea didn’t care. she loved him. and when he proposed at her graduation party, she gleefully accepted Tristan’s proposal
after about a year of engagement, he sat her down and told her that he wanted to enlist. having just started working in her field, the future looking up, Clear supported him, worry not quite kicking in until she saw him in his fatigues. their wedding was a near rushed, private thing his parents backyard, and they moved in shortly after.
to say that the marriage had problems was putting it lightly.  despite truly impassioned attempts, clea didn’t get pregnant at all until after his enlistment and first deployment, ending in a heartbreaking miscarriage which only served to throw them further apart. they lashed out at each other, and often tense silence reigned when he was home and not abroad. their good periods lasted longer than their bad, but when he was gone nearly a year and rarely called home with her going through yet another miscarriage mostly alone, Clea started to think their marriage was over in anything but name.
then he got honorably discharged, and for the second time in their relationship he sat her down, and told them he wanted to work on him, and them together.
they’ve been in couples therapy for about a year now and it’s not going amazing (not helped by the fact that TRISTAN FREAKING CHEATED). if some sort of breakthrough doesn’t happen soon, it doesn’t bode very well for them both.
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klover was where the two settled after her husband was officially discharged. while he marriage got worse, Clea’s career actually took off a bit, and her advertising pedigree was good enough to get her a job at an agency at the closest big city to clover. commuting isn’t her favorite thing, but she does truly love her job
even when she and her husband were having problems, travelling with him those first few years had been really fun to her. her best memories of their relationship are before their marriage, and then at that time. it was less complicated before they lost two members of their family,  after all.
what she’s gone through has made Clea a quieter person. she’s quick to smile, but slow to laugh. loves to curl up with a romance book where she can imagine herself away. 
she only says whats truly on her mind when she’s drunk or arguing with her husband, which is kind of a yikes, Clea, but what can you do?
she still deeply, deeply loves her husband, under all that anger and pain
she struggles with repression, as she keeps her feelings close to her chest until they burst out of her
she takes photography jobs for pleasure, as she controls her own schedule more often than not. her job has made it so that she’ll never be really worried about finances, though good investing helped with her very decent salary
she is a SUCKER for historical romance. Outlander is her favorite show.
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tristan-hawkins · 4 years
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“I couldn’t sleep last night.” Clea + Tristan
Tristan was faced away from Clea, as he placed the kettle on. His hand rested on the worktop and a heavy yawn followed. “Oh really?” He knew how exactly how Clea felt. It could be seen under his own eyes. The darkness, the embedded pull of his skin that displayed his age. But Tristan wasn’t going to admit that he knew Clea was restless all night which in turn, left him awake too. All he could hear was the slight shifts of comfort, one movement then another, and another. It was a bizarre sense of unity, staying awake because Clea was but one that Tristan welcomed. Almost as an attempt to keep an eye out for her at a distance. 
Making way over to his favourite spot, he sat down. Without another thought, Tristan released his arms out as a gesture, an invite, hoping she’d accept it and fall into his arms. Some days, amongst their tense environment, were days of surrender. Days where they didn’t talk but simply spent time together in silence. No awkwardness. No bickering. No reason to confront. Nothing but peace amongst one another as they did their own thing but also the simple things, like watching TV or reading books/comics. 
He pulled her down onto him, wrapping his lengthy arms and legs around her–– their usual restful position. Tristan closed his eyes as another yawn followed. His head shifted onto Clea’s. He wanted to spend the rest of his day there in that seat and whilst he knew that wasn’t going to happen–– he was exhausted, he knew his wife had not slept either and therefore a day of nothing was exactly what they were going to have. “Try to get some sleep now.” He kissed her forehead, before turning his head to rest back onto hers. 
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loloskids · 4 years
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‘ let me in.. ‘ ( clea + tristan )
She wasn’t prepared for this. 
To be fair, Clea hadn’t been prepared for any of it - hadn’t been prepared for the raw, bleeding hole in the middle of her chest that had been created by the news she’d heard only a day before - that Tristan had cheated.
Cheated.
And kept it a secret for so so long, and just...it was too much. She stood by her actions then, and she did now, her eyes locking with her husbands through the glass panel on their front door. His voice reaches her easily, pleading, but unluckily for him, they can’t replace that hearing it gives her. Wiping away a lone tear on her cheek, Clea’s lips wobble, but she keeps it together long enough to turn off the light of their entryway. 
She needs time.
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tristan-hawkins · 4 years
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We should ask God to increase our hope when it is small, awaken it when it is dormant, confirm it when it is wavering, strengthen it when it is weak, and raise it up when it is overthrown.
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⌜ •° ✦ °• — Is that JARED PADALECKI? no, that’s TRISTAN HWKINS  they’re THIRTY-EIGHT years old and use HE/HIM pronouns. what do they do here? they’re job hunting and they’ve lived here all their life. ── ( monica. 26. her/she. gmt ).
TW: drugs, bullying.
- Tristan Hawkins, born March 5th 1982.
- Son of Christopher (A security officer) and Caitlin Hawkins. Tristan grew up into a not-so-average family, at least from what he could and would recall of his younger years.
- At the age of 4 years old, innocent and naive, Tristan found his mother with a needle injected into her arm, passed out in her bedroom. Tristan barely remembers much of what followed that day however since, Tristan’s relationship with mother has been a battle - of hope, of support, of strain. By the age of 7, Tristan memorised the protocol that would save his mother’s life on numerous occasions –– when she stuck around long enough to want to be his mother, claiming to want to be saved.
- The next 10 years for Tristan resulted in experiencing things no child should have. Whispers and sometimes outright comments as he walked through the community and through school about his good-for-nothing mother and broken family. Physical altercations in retaliation to bullying. These things only made him determined to keep fighting for his family; hope that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
- The only thing that got him through was his one consistent; his father. Christopher never wanted Tristan to witness the things he had but this was Tristan’s choice out of love for his mother and his father never strayed. Unfortunately his father, being the sole provider was gone most nights for work but he always made up for it with a batch of pancakes in the morning to share before school. It were the little things that meant the most to Tristan.
- The few years following were more progressive. Tristan was slowly excelling in his classes, made more friends and started building for his future - gym, extra-curricular sport activities all in preparation for enlisting in the army. His relationship with his mother had improved significantly as she reached 5 years sober and clean.
- It was during this time of his life, Tristan met the love of his life. A whirlwind romance he never thought he’d find and determined to keep hold onto. So a messy proposal, small intimate wedding, Tristan locked down one of the most important persons of his life. Clea. 
- It wasn’t long after, he was deployed and the trials and tribulations of his relationships began. Tristan tried to hold his marriage together but when two different worlds collided, he began to struggle. His marriage even took a toll on his time away in the Army whilst being the only thing to keep him together. After a long service period, Tristan was given an honourable discharge. He never speaks of it. 
- His return to Klover, his marriage remained fragile, explosive and downright complicated. Tristan will never admit his weakness and continues to hold out for hope that his marriage can be saved –– but in his eyes, can some things be saved?
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