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Elliot "actual disney princess" Craig ([personal profile] fiddlestick) wrote2017-08-24 12:37 am

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Elliot Craig
[MUFFLED VIOLIN MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE]


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Group Texts: Fairweather Clan | ReVA Staff | Club Sunshine | House Mochi
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[personal profile] usurpers 2018-02-10 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ his nose is a little runny all of a sudden, but he sniffs, careful not to set himself on him again without wiping his upper lip, just in case. he doesn’t see it yet, but that’s not just a runny nose— his blood pressure’s probably breaking the atmosphere, because that’s a nosebleed. a mild one that could be cleaned pretty easily, but. ]

I’m glad I had the second chance for that. And I’ll be here the same way.
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[personal profile] usurpers 2018-02-11 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ eren sniffs again, getting a rather strong taste in his mouth with the smeared trickle over his lips. he pulls back to wipe again, blinking hard to rid his vision of momentary bluriness— his fingers shake as he looks down at them, eyes widened and dazed. like he’s gone for a few seconds, remembering when a man had held a cloth out to him as his weak body shook, as he huffed quietly and bled into his hand as he did now. ]

. . . Yeah, [ he says slowly, coming back on his own and using his sleeve this time. ] When I used it a lot.
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[personal profile] usurpers 2018-02-11 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ he gives a huffy beginning to a chuckle, but it doesn’t come out as much. at least he’s smiling and close enough to elliot, once he’s cleaning up more or less, to lean his head on his shoulder. ]

I won’t say no. [ he can’t say no to his singing, whether it’d heal him up or not. it heals the soul. ] Your pick.
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[personal profile] usurpers 2018-02-12 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ . . . hah. that’s not only fitting, but actually really cute. eren’s smile quirks at the tune and lyrics, letting the warmth of feathers and light take him in a soothing hold— or had that just been elliot the entire time? he closes his eyes, relaxing with a serene look on his face. the scars mark his cheeks still, but he’s got more color to them. his breathing is even and easy.

he’s . . . . napping?

well, judging by the silence, the curve he’s gotten into against elliot and the closed eyes— elliot’s made him sleep. as short lived as it will be, they can’t just hang out here— but the steam lifting with the swift blows of windmakes the winter air warm and breatheable. ]