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Official Storyline Arts~

Featuring:
962 WRR Kastell's Abalone
1044 WRR King Ivory
1382 WRR Rigmarole

Follows after:

DISCLAIMER: Due to topics being addressed(sexual abuse) that I find a bit mature and I didn't want to flag these ponies as mature content, I made this story version a bit more PG13 friendly and moved the full story onto the trash site~
For the full story, please see here: (beware, there is filth on this site) drasayer.wixsite.com/rrafterho…

Jennie was at her wit’s end, trying to fathom the information dumped on her head. Matters were getting very serious if what Tristan was telling her was true about Jarin and Sydney . Lies, adultery, unspeakable horrors. She feared for the people first and her business right after. Rumors like these caused rot to the very foundation it stood on. “I am so sorry for all of this. I had no idea any of this was going on between these two. Let’s just all hope this was a huge misunderstanding.” She could feel her own hair turn translucent at this rate.
She gently lowered herself into her chair and stared at the monitor of her computer. Where did she even begin… She pulled out her address book where she kept all the numbers she’d need, including her legal team. She needed to play this smart and get expert advice. This could break RidgeRunner if she didn’t play it right.

[this bit is on the site]

“Hey, Tristan…If you and your fiancé hadn't fought, were you two going to get married?” Jarin looked up to him with sad eyes.
Tristan glanced up at his name, arching an eyebrow as Jarin paused for a moment, wondering what could be causing such confusion for him. And then his expression dropped a little. Hurt.
He gave a soft sigh after a few moments and gave a noncommittal shrug, moving to sit down on the bed next to Jarin, he looked down to his knees solemnly. “Maybe we would have done, there weren’t any plans in action… but when I proposed. Well, I sure thought so…” He let out a breath and looked to Jarin, tears in his eyes which he blinked away. Before he looked back to his knees, suddenly vulnerable.
He gave a shake of his head, and glanced away toward the door. “But it was not meant to be, Jarin. And I cut it off. It was me who said no. And I know you, and I'm betting you’re trying to find a way to blame yourself. But don't Jarin. Sydney? To marry someone, to have a kid on the way? If what Justin says is true. That is his fault, Jarin. Not yours. You didn't even know, and I'm betting he sure as hell didn't say anything.” He said firmly, “He is the worst kind of person Jarin. Selfish and uncaring that he would even think of doing that, and then to hurt you and warp you? You are not even slightly to blame.”
Tristan shook his head and gave a slight smile “Jarin, you aren’t selfish. No fucking way.” He leant forward, and this time, recaptured Jarin’s lips with his own. He was hurting, he felt like his chest had been ripped, just talking about everything that came crumbling apart… it hurt.
And that thought, that made him angry, which translated to passion, as he pushed his lips up against Jarin’s, pushing him back down against the bed and straddling over his hips. “You are not selfish, Jarin,” he growled. “No matter whatever the hell Sydney told you. He’s a jackass. What he said to you, Jarin, it doesn’t matter, he was lying to you. Just as he did with regards to his wife. That’s what people like him do. You are not to blame.” He breathed hotly against Jarin’s lips, before pushing back against them with his own.
Jarin, half listening, was largely distracted by how pretty Tristan was. He never noticed how inviting his eyes were. How his jaw curved perfectly and how his hair framed his features so nicely. Him, not selfish? Tristan didn't have a clue what was going through his head. There were certainly some thoughts going on in that head that needed to remain there. Jarin drew back just a tad and smiled sweetly, “You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Tristan? I never could. I never would.”
“No, I wouldn't, not about this Jarin.” He told him gently, drawing back for just a moment to look at him, before he ran his hands down Jarin’s sides, leaning and nipping at his lower lip for a moment, before he kissed him hard, pushy.

“I’m, of course, more than happy to talk to the attorney,” Tristan offered to Jennie. “I’ll have my phone on me all day so if I’m needed you’re more than welcome to ring me…” His expression soured just a little at the thought of Sydney however. “Do you have any ideas on what you’re planning on doing with regards to Sydney? Whether he’s keeping his job or not?” He asked her, folding his arms.
Jennie shook her head, raising her brows, “Well, I suppose it all depends on what Jarin has to say really. He’s honestly the deciding factor in all of this if he wants to press charges or not. It’s a mess, really.” Jennie smiled weakly, “I’ll be sure to keep you in the loop. Sorry for all of this again. In all my years of owning businesses, this has never come up. Leave it to a peaceful horse stable to have a little drama.”
Tristan gave a slight nod and then a chuckle at Jennie’s response “Stables are pinpoints for drama, horse people love it, ask anyone.” He grinned, giving a shake of his head in amusement, thinking back to when his ex was shot at one of the shows by an old rival of his. Good times.
“We’ll see with Jarin,” he continued “I think he’s still pretty hung up over Sydney, I’m not sure he completely understands the gravity of what actually happened to him.” He explained with a sigh, “He’ll get it eventually, I’m sure.”

[this bit is on the site]

After Jarin was through with the attorney, he nearly sprinted for Abe's stall where he could groom to his heart’s content. It would make him feel so much better too, being around the horses. He could feel his nerves tremble from that exchange but it was what Tristan wanted. Jarin smiled a little. It would be kind of funny if Sydney found out. He’d think there’d be all of this attention waiting for him. Jarin chuckled. Boy, did he play a joke on Sydney! Who’d get the last laugh now!?
Tristan tracked him down as soon as he knew he was out of the office. “You’re out early? I presume it went well?” He questioned him. “I’m assuming you did press charges against Sydney? Did the attorney say anything about what the next steps were going to be?” Naturally, he had been a bit nervous that Jarin would do something stupid. But hey, how bad could it go? Surely. Surely Jarin hadn’t been too much of an idiot. Surely.
Jarin smiled and nodded, “Yep! I did what you said and it’s all taken care of!” Jarin was in the middle of re-braiding Abe’s mane. Maybe he’d do up all of his horses! And he could find some flower decorations usually used for jumps but a flower is a flower! And then he could take all the pictures he could want with them! That would make him feel even more better! Yes! ALL OF THE HORSES!
Jarin looked proud, “You’ll be happy to know I’ll be getting the last laugh on Sydney! His reign of terror is no more! Thanks for all the advice Tristan! I was nervous at first but I think he’ll get what he deserves.”
Jarin hadn’t felt this good in a while! It was like a weight being lifted off his shoulders – a Sydney-sized weight at that! “I’m feeling pretty good, Tristan. I think everything’s going to be okay.”

(1266 word count)

Previous: Live with Love | Next: Noose of Lies (NSFW Sydney POV) | Strange Mans (the safe story skip - Jarin POV) | Learning to Strive (Tristan POV)

Hi, story art alert~ Means weird obscure things :''D
Abe and a couple of his sons Hair runs in the family~ I hope after you've read the story, you can see what the word is supposed to be spelled out here too (or maybe you're just really good at finding words in hair lol)
And for those that don't care about story stuff, enjoy some cute ponies with weird hairdos~

BUT UH, things are getting twisted and turned and up is down and down is left.
Jarin is doing what Jarin does best :''D Being Jarin. And 99.99999% of the time, that isn't actually helpful.

As a side note, "Tristan Said" is like a trigger phrase x''D Tristan is juuuust starting to become aware of it at this point but basically, I have a LIST of things Tristan has said to Jarin that Jarin follows blindly like they're the 10 commandments (only there are dozens of them...) And this "Tristan Said" trigger just snowballed out of control and pivoted the whole plot >:""D
Oh, Jarin, you dumb, easily infatuated fool. <''3

Cute pony sketch:

Abe/Ivan/Riggy/Jarin/Sydney/Jennie/Justin/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP Words © Saoradh
No specific refs used

SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

Official Storyline Arts~

Featuring:
962 WRR Kastell's Abalone
1044 WRR King Ivory
1382 WRR Rigmarole

Follows after:

DISCLAIMER: Due to topics being addressed(sexual abuse) that I find a bit mature and I didn't want to flag these ponies as mature content, I made this story version a bit more PG13 friendly and moved the full story onto the trash site~
For the full story, please see here: (beware, there is filth on this site) drasayer.wixsite.com/rrafterho…

Jennie was at her wit’s end, trying to fathom the information dumped on her head. Matters were getting very serious if what Tristan was telling her was true about Jarin and Sydney . Lies, adultery, unspeakable horrors. She feared for the people first and her business right after. Rumors like these caused rot to the very foundation it stood on. “I am so sorry for all of this. I had no idea any of this was going on between these two. Let’s just all hope this was a huge misunderstanding.” She could feel her own hair turn translucent at this rate.
She gently lowered herself into her chair and stared at the monitor of her computer. Where did she even begin… She pulled out her address book where she kept all the numbers she’d need, including her legal team. She needed to play this smart and get expert advice. This could break RidgeRunner if she didn’t play it right.

[this bit is on the site]

“Hey, Tristan…If you and your fiancé hadn't fought, were you two going to get married?” Jarin looked up to him with sad eyes.
Tristan glanced up at his name, arching an eyebrow as Jarin paused for a moment, wondering what could be causing such confusion for him. And then his expression dropped a little. Hurt.
He gave a soft sigh after a few moments and gave a noncommittal shrug, moving to sit down on the bed next to Jarin, he looked down to his knees solemnly. “Maybe we would have done, there weren’t any plans in action… but when I proposed. Well, I sure thought so…” He let out a breath and looked to Jarin, tears in his eyes which he blinked away. Before he looked back to his knees, suddenly vulnerable.
He gave a shake of his head, and glanced away toward the door. “But it was not meant to be, Jarin. And I cut it off. It was me who said no. And I know you, and I'm betting you’re trying to find a way to blame yourself. But don't Jarin. Sydney? To marry someone, to have a kid on the way? If what Justin says is true. That is his fault, Jarin. Not yours. You didn't even know, and I'm betting he sure as hell didn't say anything.” He said firmly, “He is the worst kind of person Jarin. Selfish and uncaring that he would even think of doing that, and then to hurt you and warp you? You are not even slightly to blame.”
Tristan shook his head and gave a slight smile “Jarin, you aren’t selfish. No fucking way.” He leant forward, and this time, recaptured Jarin’s lips with his own. He was hurting, he felt like his chest had been ripped, just talking about everything that came crumbling apart… it hurt.
And that thought, that made him angry, which translated to passion, as he pushed his lips up against Jarin’s, pushing him back down against the bed and straddling over his hips. “You are not selfish, Jarin,” he growled. “No matter whatever the hell Sydney told you. He’s a jackass. What he said to you, Jarin, it doesn’t matter, he was lying to you. Just as he did with regards to his wife. That’s what people like him do. You are not to blame.” He breathed hotly against Jarin’s lips, before pushing back against them with his own.
Jarin, half listening, was largely distracted by how pretty Tristan was. He never noticed how inviting his eyes were. How his jaw curved perfectly and how his hair framed his features so nicely. Him, not selfish? Tristan didn't have a clue what was going through his head. There were certainly some thoughts going on in that head that needed to remain there. Jarin drew back just a tad and smiled sweetly, “You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Tristan? I never could. I never would.”
“No, I wouldn't, not about this Jarin.” He told him gently, drawing back for just a moment to look at him, before he ran his hands down Jarin’s sides, leaning and nipping at his lower lip for a moment, before he kissed him hard, pushy.

“I’m, of course, more than happy to talk to the attorney,” Tristan offered to Jennie. “I’ll have my phone on me all day so if I’m needed you’re more than welcome to ring me…” His expression soured just a little at the thought of Sydney however. “Do you have any ideas on what you’re planning on doing with regards to Sydney? Whether he’s keeping his job or not?” He asked her, folding his arms.
Jennie shook her head, raising her brows, “Well, I suppose it all depends on what Jarin has to say really. He’s honestly the deciding factor in all of this if he wants to press charges or not. It’s a mess, really.” Jennie smiled weakly, “I’ll be sure to keep you in the loop. Sorry for all of this again. In all my years of owning businesses, this has never come up. Leave it to a peaceful horse stable to have a little drama.”
Tristan gave a slight nod and then a chuckle at Jennie’s response “Stables are pinpoints for drama, horse people love it, ask anyone.” He grinned, giving a shake of his head in amusement, thinking back to when his ex was shot at one of the shows by an old rival of his. Good times.
“We’ll see with Jarin,” he continued “I think he’s still pretty hung up over Sydney, I’m not sure he completely understands the gravity of what actually happened to him.” He explained with a sigh, “He’ll get it eventually, I’m sure.”

[this bit is on the site]

After Jarin was through with the attorney, he nearly sprinted for Abe's stall where he could groom to his heart’s content. It would make him feel so much better too, being around the horses. He could feel his nerves tremble from that exchange but it was what Tristan wanted. Jarin smiled a little. It would be kind of funny if Sydney found out. He’d think there’d be all of this attention waiting for him. Jarin chuckled. Boy, did he play a joke on Sydney! Who’d get the last laugh now!?
Tristan tracked him down as soon as he knew he was out of the office. “You’re out early? I presume it went well?” He questioned him. “I’m assuming you did press charges against Sydney? Did the attorney say anything about what the next steps were going to be?” Naturally, he had been a bit nervous that Jarin would do something stupid. But hey, how bad could it go? Surely. Surely Jarin hadn’t been too much of an idiot. Surely.
Jarin smiled and nodded, “Yep! I did what you said and it’s all taken care of!” Jarin was in the middle of re-braiding Abe’s mane. Maybe he’d do up all of his horses! And he could find some flower decorations usually used for jumps but a flower is a flower! And then he could take all the pictures he could want with them! That would make him feel even more better! Yes! ALL OF THE HORSES!
Jarin looked proud, “You’ll be happy to know I’ll be getting the last laugh on Sydney! His reign of terror is no more! Thanks for all the advice Tristan! I was nervous at first but I think he’ll get what he deserves.”
Jarin hadn’t felt this good in a while! It was like a weight being lifted off his shoulders – a Sydney-sized weight at that! “I’m feeling pretty good, Tristan. I think everything’s going to be okay.”

(1266 word count)

Previous: Live with Love | Next: Noose of Lies (NSFW Sydney POV) | Strange Mans (the safe story skip - Jarin POV) | Learning to Strive (Tristan POV)

Hi, story art alert~ Means weird obscure things :''D
Abe and a couple of his sons Hair runs in the family~ I hope after you've read the story, you can see what the word is supposed to be spelled out here too (or maybe you're just really good at finding words in hair lol)
And for those that don't care about story stuff, enjoy some cute ponies with weird hairdos~

BUT UH, things are getting twisted and turned and up is down and down is left.
Jarin is doing what Jarin does best :''D Being Jarin. And 99.99999% of the time, that isn't actually helpful.

As a side note, "Tristan Said" is like a trigger phrase x''D Tristan is juuuust starting to become aware of it at this point but basically, I have a LIST of things Tristan has said to Jarin that Jarin follows blindly like they're the 10 commandments (only there are dozens of them...) And this "Tristan Said" trigger just snowballed out of control and pivoted the whole plot >:""D
Oh, Jarin, you dumb, easily infatuated fool. <''3

Cute pony sketch:

Abe/Ivan/Riggy/Jarin/Sydney/Jennie/Justin/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP Words © Saoradh
No specific refs used

SAI/Photoshop CS6