tristan–bellefleur:

“Paris, the heart of ev-everything French. Though I ha-have travelled back and forth from Idris to France and ba-back again.” The boy gave a small laugh at his own joke. “It’s about revolution and giving pow-power to the mas-masses —— only right that it be praised by thuh-the masses as well.” Tristan added without hesitation. The usual anxiety he felt during social interactions was slowly dissipating; this was a discussion of intellect, something he felt comfortable with.

"Wow, that’s a lot of travelling. I can’t wait to visit Paris, it sounds amazing!” Klaire said with a big grin on her face as she imagined visiting the Eiffel tower and the Louvre, just walking the streets seeing the people, everything. “Definitely, and all wrapped up in the fascinating journey of Jean Valjean, Javert, Cosette. Amazing characters.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“I think it was in my blood to re-read it —— being Fre-French and all.” The boy offered a polite laugh though there was definitely some seriousness in his statement —— or at least, there was to his belief. The book was something that moved people and influenced countless revolutionaries; to miss out on that would be to miss out on history.

"You’re French? That’s so cool, what part of France do you come from?” Klaire asked excited before nodding “I agree, the book is such a big part of France and the context… it’s well extraordinary.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“More tha-than 1 600 pages of pu-pure historical and political discussions. It was a very, ve-very long read, but it was worth every minute I sp-spent on it.”

"Well I have a lot of spare time now, it seems like a perfect time to start. It sounds great.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“Humans are pe-peculiar creatures.” Tristan proclaimed as he thought aloud. “Victor Hugo once wro-wrote multiple chapters in Les Miserables about how so-society is an oppressor. He wasn’t wrong.” 

"Really? I haven’t read Les Mis. I’ve been meaning to, but I haven’t got ‘round to.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“After my pare-parents ——” Tristan choked on the word and with a nervous shuffle of his feet, he continued nonchalantly. “After they pa-passed, books became my sole companion. Sometimes I love them more than hu-humans.” A chuckle escaped his lips —— it felt good to laugh after a long time.

"They are much friendlier than humans, and easier to deal with.” Klaire said with a slightly sad smile, she was sad to hear that his parents had died but didn’t want to broach the subject too much. 

tristan–bellefleur:

“The others don’t see-seem to think, so. But I’ve always appreciated the ah-arts and literature more than the actual action. Rea-really, knowledge is much mo-more valuable than vigour.” A spark of excitement lighted his eyes as he spoke, one that was long gone after his parents died.

"Books are the best. When I grew up no one else read as much as I did but I don’t think anything could make me give them up.” Klaire told the shadowhunter with a grin “Exactly vigour is all well and good but you can’t beat some good old-fashioned knowledge.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“You love rea-reading as well, then?” The boy gave a small smile, though he definitely struggled to contain his excitement. “I pref-prefer staying the the library over the training ro-room, too. I’m not precisely what they ca-call, a man of action.”

"Yes, it’s my favourite thing to do really.” Klaire replied smiling brightly “The library is much cooler. That’s okay we all have our talents, it doesn’t matter whether there in the training room or somewhere else.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“Definitely not. Things have bee-been slow these days.” He paused for a moment, unsure with what to say —— conversing with others, definitely not his strongest suit. “So d-do you —— um —— tra-train often?”

“They have, I guess that’s a good thing though.” Klaire said brushing some of her hair from her face. “Training isn’t really my thing, I feel more comfortable in a library but it has to be done.”

tristan–bellefleur:

“The pleasure’s all my-mine, mademoiselle.” Once again, a polite smile appeared on Tristan’s face. “Ma-may I ask what you were do-doing before I entered? If it’s something of im-impor-importance, then I apologize.”

"No, don’t worry. I was just getting a bit of training done, nothing too important. I haven’t disturb you, have I?”

tristan–bellefleur:

“I don’t sup-suppose anyone quite kno-knows what the word oh-okay means these day-days.” Tristan’s grin was sad; it did not meet his eyes nor did he know if the smile was just given at impulse. “Trista-Tristan. My name’s Tristan Be-Bellefleu-Bellefleur.”

"Yeah, I guess.” Klaire said acknowledging the recent events, looking at Tristan’s sad smile half wondering what had happening but not wanting to interfere either. “A pleasure to meet you, Tristan.”