raising an eyebrow, ethan couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his rosy lips. “you know… you’re actually making me want to refuse so i can watch you do that. i’m quite bored right now, and i wouldn’t mind a good show,” he stated before taking a sip of his coffee. “however, i’m a nice guy, and i’ve been taught by my brother never to refuse free food, so hand it over.”
❝ - - - you’d be in luck , then. sad scone eating was one of my best subjects in school. i’ll make a real scene of it. ❞ elliott laughs , taking a free hand to rub at the back of his neck. as he’s informed that he won’t have to scarf down scones , he takes an exaggerated breath of relief, quickly handing the scone over.❝ proper life saver , you are ! ❞
What the fuck was this guy’s PROBLEM ? He was WEIRD, and Sian should have just ignored him altogether. But he was just offering her a scone, and she had seen the barista give it to him only seconds ago, so she knew it wasn’t tampered with. She also knew, from regularly coming here, that they didn’t use eggs in their scones. ❝ Ugh, FINE ! I’ll eat your leftovers if it’ll make you feel better. ❞ She rolled her eyes at the familiar looking, weird man and took one of the scones from him. But then she realized why he was acting strange, and why she knew him from somewhere. ❝ Shit. Am I going to end up on TMZ now for going on a coffee date with you? ❞
❝ do they count as leftovers when they’ve not been touched , though ? ❞ it’s an innocent enough question - - an attempt to diffuse what seems to be a strangely tense situation. he offers the bag containing the scone , wiggling it a bit. he smiles as the one bag is taken from him. it’s then , that he sees the spark in the other’s eyes. recognition. ❝ - - - realistically , i can’t make you any promises. i’m hoping that the fascination has died. if there even was one to begin with. ❞
‘ hm ? ’ cerulean irises lift to the disembodied voice - though her heart immediately connects the dots , nobody has a cadence quite like his . does he not recognize her ? is he merely playing coy ? it’s too much to gauge , but she can’t help the warm smile that tugs at coral lips , parting to offer an accented , ‘ eat a scone & fulfill a good deed for you ? a lucky day indeed , monsieur. ’
perhaps it’s his startling lack of sleep - - the sheer fact that he’s been running on empty for what feels like months , that clouds his head . it isn’t until the subject of his plea speaks , that the ever - present pang in his heart SPARKS , reigniting an ache he’s attempted to stifle . of course , he recognizes her . sometimes , she’s all that he can see . he swallows thickly , shuffling his weight . ❝ something like that , yeah . . . ❞ his voice falters slightly , green eyes wide. ❝ though , it’s not like i’ve any room to ask you for favours. ❞ a self - deprecating laugh accompanies his words. ❝ hey , annie . ❞
❝ HEY , d’you want this ? ❞ elliot’s eyes were fixed toward the floor of the coffee shop , speaking to no one in particular. . . ❝ nothing odd about it . . . s’just a scone. i was given an extra , though i’ve no idea why. ❞ he coughed. he did know why. in all likelihood , he’d been spotted. he finally looked up , shrugging his shoulders innocently. ❝ if you don’t take it , i’ll just have to eat two scones by myself like a right idiot. double fist them and everything. so , please. do a bloke a favor. ❞
“I like to believe that I’m a really nice person…” She mused, looking down at her counter as she focused on dicing her onions before swiftly swiping them into the pot. “But I’m beginning to believe that you only come and badger me because I can cook you a nice meal.” Nayami glanced up, giving her visitor a teasing smirk as she reached over to the side to grab a tomato to continue her dicing.
❝ and you are a nice person ! ❞ elliott agreed cheerfully , peeking over nayami’s shoulder to try and get a better glimpse of what was being made. ❝ what we have here is a coincidence , y’see. i like you, AND i like the fact that you feed me. ❞ goodness knows he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. ❝ seriously . . . how can i help ? ❞
hello , pals !! my name is c ( carlie , take your pick ) and i’m here with my beautiful , sad son elliott. i’m so excited to be here , and to be writing with you all !! i'm going to make up a stats page for him in a bit , as well as a list of some wanted connections , but if you’re interested in plotting , just go ahead and give this post a lil like !!
⤥ have you seen ELLIOTT GALLAGHER? the TWENTY - THREE year old CISMALE that looks a lot like HARRY STYLES? it’s always hard to catch the FERVOR since they work as a MUSICIAN; no wonder ELLIOTT is said to be RECKLESS & CAPRICIOUS, but my mate insists they can be quite COMPASSIONATE & CHARMING on a better day. do you think it’s true HE GREW UP HERE? wait, i think i hear LET IT GO by JAMES BAY - they must be nearby.
this is just a disclaimer , he is a soft boy. don’t let him fool you okay ? he’s just a mess of a guy and i love him. he feels everything in extremes and sometimes has a hard time managing his emotions, which is something he tries to sweep under the rug. .
elliott was born and raised in dublin , primarily by his grandparents because his mum was always trying to get her life together. it’s not something he ever faulted her for , but they’ve only just recently started to get very close.
ever since he was a kid he was so passionate about music , and he had a natural affinity for it . he was always picking up different instruments. his grandparents didn’t really have the means for him to take frequent lessons , but they did what they could. other than that , he was pretty self taught.
he was not super passionate about school , although he loves learning new things ?? he just always knew that music was going to be it for him . . .?
but music also isn’t always financially viable so he spent a lot of his time working in his granddad’s pub.
to try and at least put himself out there , he would do a lot of busking on grafton street. this !! is where !! he caught his big break as someone recorded one of his performances. he was soon signed to a label and things really took off from there. he recorded an ep that sort of exploded and suddenly he was playing lots of shows. this caused him to temporarily relocate to london ( and leave his longterm girlfriend behind ).
they tried to make it work but eventually it just became too much , so they ended things and elliott was 300 % heartbroken. even though he was becoming more ‘famous,’ it was also really changing him. people were always invested in his business , out to catch him in some scandal and he was Not Having It. eventually , he was sort of given this “bad-boy” image, even though he is not.
his grandfather had a heart attack and elliott took it as an opportunity to take a break from the limelight , moving back to dublin to help his gran with things around the house and work at the pub while his grandfather recovers. he’s still making music and going to the studio , but dublin feels a bit more removed than london. he said the move back was only gonna be temporary , but he’s been back for five-ish months now . . .
there’s massive pressure from his managers and label to get back to it full time.
he is just trying to enjoy his life again !!
FUN FACTS !
such a goofball ?? ( potential connection : someone be the dwight to his jim so he can prank ya )
has an irish setter named rosie that he loves more than anything.
total video game & comic book geek !
so , he’s also the most compassionate person on the planet ?
