“A world for just me and you”
Location: Bathroom at Airbnb
Time: 1:00 am
Mini Event: Bachelor Party
When he awoke Elias would ponder just how exactly he became absolutely inebriated when he had no more than four shots the entire day. He’d wonder why he screwed himself over when he had a wedding to set up early the next morning, and if whatever drink took his fancy was worth it. He would not remember dipping a pinky into a strange sparkling liquid that smelled of honey and tasted like bile. He would not remember anything. Left with only the fragments of a wild party and a crick in his neck to piece together a story that made some sort of logical sense. He had yet to release the idea of logic- the comfort of it- even though his life had dissolved into fantasy.
But he would play Sherlock later, a mystery well saved for tomorrow, when he was a little more lucid and a little less happy. For now he was content with the heat that simmered in his belly and wrapped his bones in a winter blanket. The world around him had slowed and for once, in a long while, he took in a deep breath without the fear of losing hours; in his little pocket of space the Elias in his head who would hurt him with words was quiet and nothing truly mattered, everything would be okay.
It took him a bit to wander back to the bathroom, having walked into multiple rooms in different states of confusion, and upon seeing Oliver lying in the tub he squeaked out a relieved little giggle. Carefully, methodically, with a state of precision that would have been incredibly annoying had they been sober, he placed box, after tin, after package of food on the bathroom floor- having raided the kitchen while everyone else was off doing who knows what? What he did know was that they wouldn’t mind. With each thing of junk food lined perfectly next to another he’d take a piece and press it to the siren’s lips, waiting patiently for him to eat, before feeding himself with a sharp nod- inspecting the goods.
“You should N-O-T tell Connor about this!” He threw a very pointed finger in the air before waddling off to plug something into the outlet farthest away from the tub- thankfully he retained some of his brilliance. “I bought it with his rich money, but I don’t think he knows how to read so he’ll never knoooooooooow!” He barked out an evil laugh as he wiggled around- something he would have called an excellent dance in his drunken opinion. Pressing the switch the night sky projected onto the ceiling, false stars sparkling above as the DJ’s music pounded outside the door. Elias tapped away on his phone, squinting down at the bright screen as he got rain sounds to play over the poorly chosen dubstep. It wasn’t perfect but it settled that nagging feeling that sat heavy on his chest, desperately trying to remind him of something important about the other.
He plopped himself near the tub, holding on to Oliver’s arm since his hand was too far to reach. With the pad of his finger he pointed to the ceiling and traced out a constellation, “That’s you. That’s Lyra the harp, harps sound beautiful,” gently, hesitantly he laid his head against the Siren, “In my world you are beautiful.”
When the noise of the people grew beyond what he could handle, he tripped his way into one of the bathrooms. He thought it was out of the way - maybe an en suite? The important part was that it was quieter. the nice part was that the tub was quite large. So he set about doing the thing he usually did when the world became too much, and set about drawing a bath. The nice thing about humans is that the water can be so warm. he mused as he hummed a half-forgotten song.
Water level apparently sufficient, he climbed in without further preparation. Even with heavy cloth encasing him, it was always a relief to float and simply exist in water. If anyone asked how long he was there, he would have no way of knowing. It didn't help him sober up - the intoxication actually heightened the floating feeling to near-euphoria. The world was spinning again, - that seemed to be a thing when Elias was around. But it wasn't so bad, even if the man brought some of the noise in with him.
Oliver watched him blankly as the pile of plastic-wrapped "food" grew - honestly where was it coming from? When some unknown dry snack was pressed against his mouth, he wanted to crinkle his nose in disgust and refuse it. But despite his precautions, the gnawing Hunger was noticable and this was not a place to hunt. So with a resigned sigh he let the tasteless thing through his lips. Hopefully tilting his head back against the side of the tub would prevent further feeding by hand.
Bleary-eyed, he hummed in agreement. There was no need to tell Connor about the revelries of his guests - the man had taken part in them. His brow furrowed as the man moved again. Is he coming or going, is he staying or leaving, is it time to sleep now? The fast words were indecipherable to Oliver's drunken senses, but he distantly thought that the wriggling was not unlike that of a fish when caught. The change in light was far more pressing to his mind, jolting up with a soft splash to see both where the points of light were coming from and where they spread across the flat surface. He settled back as the human tapped away at the bright screen, tracing the shapes and lines he'd known since he could swim to the surface. The name the humans had for the Fish was strange, but the sound of another voice was soothing. "I am in other ones as well," he said matter-of-factly. His people, like all Fae, were generally considered attractive. It was something he learned even before he left the ocean, it was part of who sirens were and how they lived and hunted. "But I am not from the stars. Tell me another one... Please?"
