@ObscureWoe —beside his. It was for this reason that he granted her wish, settling down in one of the dining chairs that were housed within the kitchen, exhaling a drawn out breath as his figure reflected a slouched appearance, his eyes refusing to leave the delicate face of his lover.
It had been such a bittersweet evening; the sun lingering for its final moment amongst the horizon, just as the subtle wind carried along the last of the autumn leaves that had been reluctant to fall. Elijah had found himself creeping out of the apartment with —
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@ObscureWoe —was rejected by his immediate judgement, though, because it meant that she would be parted from his side. Whether he was dealing with something as minor as a strained muscle or something far more serious, something unspeakable, he knew that he requested her presence to be just —
@ObscureWoe —relaxing manner, his face adjusting from his distraught and firm nature to a much more minimalistic expression, utilizing the remainder of his energy to straighten out the stretch of his lower back, as he found himself still hunched in his unmistakable, awkward stance.
@ObscureWoe —up within his torso, choosing to focus on her presence and all that it had to offer instead, as if ignoring the pain was a true possibility. “You worry too much, love. All that’s a matter is a spot of dirt on my jeans. Nothing a wash can’t fix,” he stated in his familiar warm, —
@ObscureWoe —fingers. As her softened expression was hidden from his initial glance around his vicinity, he permitted his discomfort to make an outright appearance across his usually smooth features, his freed fingers taking place upon the nearest countertop in search of support for his —