OPEN & CATCH ALL
Who: Elliot Nightray (
yelliot) & YOU
What: Elliot being dumb around Olympia...
When: Throughout January
Where: Various locations throughout Olympia
Warning(s): N/A Will update if necessary?
UNSTOCKED MARKET
[All Elliot wanted was a carton of eggs. Not even a dozen, just half would've done. But there aren't any that he can find. For some reason they're entirely sold out, regardless of which stall he goes to, which only leaves him feeling frustrated, if not a little dejected. The thing about Olympia is that it's a lot more organized than Wyver (at least in his opinion) and there are a lot of things in the market Elliot's never really seen before. Especially in the fruit section.
The thing about being rich is that you really don't know where your food comes from most of the time, and there's one fruit in particular that has Elliot completely perplexed. He stands there, holding a pineapple, looking more than a little confused. It was so...weird?]
...Do people really eat these?
STRAYS
[He's really weak. Really, really weak.
To cats, that is.
This current, new furry friend is a stray gray cat with white paws that Elliot is currently infatuated with. So much so he's taken it upon himself to make sure no one is around him as he stands off to the side in an alleyway, crouched down to pet the friendly creature on the head. It's clear that for now nothing else matters other than the attention he's getting from this cat. He's totally blissed out even. Maybe you should let him be...
or tease him for it.]
You're so cute...do you have any friends?
TAVERN
[Somehow, Elliot had managed to strike a deal with the owner of a tavern not long ago. In exchange for performances on the establishment's piano he'd be allowed to stay there in one of the upstairs rooms. The same applied to Leo. He's just finished playing for the night and is more than a little tired, but he seems content enough to linger by the piano a little longer while patrons filter out of the tavern and toward the exit.
Maybe, just maybe, if you're polite enough and stick around he'll play you an encore.]
...Did you need something?
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What: Elliot being dumb around Olympia...
When: Throughout January
Where: Various locations throughout Olympia
Warning(s): N/A Will update if necessary?
UNSTOCKED MARKET
[All Elliot wanted was a carton of eggs. Not even a dozen, just half would've done. But there aren't any that he can find. For some reason they're entirely sold out, regardless of which stall he goes to, which only leaves him feeling frustrated, if not a little dejected. The thing about Olympia is that it's a lot more organized than Wyver (at least in his opinion) and there are a lot of things in the market Elliot's never really seen before. Especially in the fruit section.
The thing about being rich is that you really don't know where your food comes from most of the time, and there's one fruit in particular that has Elliot completely perplexed. He stands there, holding a pineapple, looking more than a little confused. It was so...weird?]
...Do people really eat these?
STRAYS
[He's really weak. Really, really weak.
To cats, that is.
This current, new furry friend is a stray gray cat with white paws that Elliot is currently infatuated with. So much so he's taken it upon himself to make sure no one is around him as he stands off to the side in an alleyway, crouched down to pet the friendly creature on the head. It's clear that for now nothing else matters other than the attention he's getting from this cat. He's totally blissed out even. Maybe you should let him be...
or tease him for it.]
You're so cute...do you have any friends?
TAVERN
[Somehow, Elliot had managed to strike a deal with the owner of a tavern not long ago. In exchange for performances on the establishment's piano he'd be allowed to stay there in one of the upstairs rooms. The same applied to Leo. He's just finished playing for the night and is more than a little tired, but he seems content enough to linger by the piano a little longer while patrons filter out of the tavern and toward the exit.
Maybe, just maybe, if you're polite enough and stick around he'll play you an encore.]
...Did you need something?
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[Which is something he's still trying to come to terms with, in all honesty.]
There's no one telling me what's wrong or what's right here so I thought...I thought we could be more than just a stupid brat and his servant.
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You say that like it's so easy.
[ it can't be that easy. nothing ever is. it's a lot frightening when elliot seems to think it's so simple. what if his parents wake up? what if his brothers - who hate leo - wake up? ]
Maybe these people don't care, but... your family does. Your family is important to you, aren't they?
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So? Of course my family is important! I love my parents and my siblings, even if they can be a bit much...but when has that ever stopped me from doing what I want or liking what I want? Just because they all like dogs doesn't mean I have to.
[Not that Leo is a dog. Er, that might not be the best example.]
You're making it more complicated than it needs to be. Whenever my family wakes up...I'll deal with it then. They'll come around, they're just stubborn and if they don't then that's their problem. They'll just have to accept it!
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It must be nice being so simple.
[ it must be nice to think one could just deal with the problems as they come. leo isn't like that. however, elliot is... and maybe he's too tired of worrying and want a break from it all.
he peeks out eventually, looking over at elliot from behind his bangs. ]
Come here.
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The bed is small but they both fit, thankfully.]
Sorry.
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... I want you to be happy, Elliot.
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Carefully he wraps an arm around Leo's shoulders, like one would a skittish cat.]
I am happy. I mean, living here isn't exactly easy...but I'm not depressed or anything.
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That's not really what I meant, but it's fine.
[ maybe it's a good thing that elliot is so simple. leo closes his eyes and lets elliot's heartbeats soothe him for a little while. he looks up again after that, crawling up the short distance to chastely press their lips together. ]
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What did you mean then?
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[ and it's the kind of thing that leo doesn't like to explain, so he doesn't, and keeps kissing elliot instead. ]
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If they're gonna just...make out, might as well get comfortable.]
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it's nice like this. he can forget about the world like this, too. ]
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Carefully (but impulsively) Elliot finds his own hand in Leo's hair, fingernails dragging across his scalp from the front to the back. He'd liked what he'd seen before, that night of the gala...he's just afraid to get slapped for wanting to see more.]