ｅｔｅｒｎａｌ 『エレナ』

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

That’s rather nice to decide to determinedly help someone they just met to quit smoking. Elena really is a kind soul. Besides, this means she’ll stick around and they can try to actually become friends.

"That’s awfully nice of you. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind a little help." Then again, he never really took quitting all that seriously. He digs into his meal, trying to eat as civilized as possible to 1) not scare Elena away and 2) because dry cleaning a tuxedo is expensive. He can’t wait to get home and change and have a smoke.

"So, Elena," Such an enchanting name. He simply can’t get enough of it. "Do you like musicals and plays? I get discounted tickets since I’m in the pit. They’re not always balcony seats but some of them are the best seats in the house." Maybe one of these times he would be an actor on stage rather than underneath it.

Daemon probably doesn’t look it with his rough exterior but the theater is his life. He was a theater and band kid in school; now his job is playing and performing in one. Not too bad, if he does say so himself. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself tonight.”

Elena gave Daemon a reassuring smile, "It's nothing!" She waved her hands a bit, "I'd just love helping in any way possible, so I'm glad that you don't mind..." When she saw the other begin to dig in his meal, she did the same with her own food, taking a moment to brush most of her long, wavy hair over behind her shoulders.

"I do!" Elena excitedly beamed after taking a bite of her dessert, "Musicals and plays are amazingly entertaining!" Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she sulked, "I'm not good at acting or singing myself, however..." She didn't stay depressed for very long, before she perked up, "Besides playing the viola, do you also like acting or singing?" Elena curiously inquired as she dabbed at her lips with a napkin.

"Tonight's musical really was great, so it would be hard not to enjoy myself. It was the first time that I had seats that nice too! I usually end up with seats that are too far in the back...so today's show was wonderful!" she added with a bright and shining smile. Now that they were nearing the end of their meal together, Elena worried a bit when she realized that she had not brought any spare money that she could use to cover her share of the food. It was with a bashful blush that she sheepishly spoke up, "Um... I don't have money for my share of food..." She went on to hurriedly apologize, "I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you when--if we meet again..."

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

"Ah… yeah…" He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, nodding to the kid behind the counter. Daemon so happens to be a regular here because of work. "It’s a dumb habit I picked up in high school. I’ve tried kicking it but it always kicks me instead. Nufu…" Daemon can already hear her disappointment not to mention the frown on her face. It’s to be expected. Not everyone agrees with smoking. He just hopes she doesn’t judged based on this fact…

He places his viola case and coat on the table. “Are you hungry? I’ll order for you.”

Daemon returns with their drinks and food, himself having a hearty salad with rich, milk invaded coffee. “Thanks for sticking around and coming to the cafe with me. I invited you to the musical to make up for what happened at the flower shop today but it looks like I’m just taking up more of your time. Hope you don’t mind.”

"I see..." Elena worriedly chewed on her bottom lip as she pondered, "In that case, I'll do my best to help you quit!" Her azure blue eyes gleamed with determination before they faltered as she shyly added on, "O-Only if you're fine with that, of course... but I don't want you to get sick or have health issues in the future..." She followed him, quietly fiddling with her fingers and the hem of her dress.

"A-Ah, yes, thank you," Elena murmured in appreciation as their food was ordered and Daemon returned with the plates and drinks. She peeked at Daemon over the rim of her teacup, sipping a bit of the tea before answering, "It wasn't any problem at all! I had nothing important to do, so I don't mind at all... I'm glad that you invited me." She beamed at him, a few strands of golden hair falling into her eyes as she did so.

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

My, she really is a beauty. And so modest! Modest and innocent… He didn’t really believe people could still be like that in this day and age. Makes her all the more cuter in his eyes. “Honest. You’re the bright shining sun in the day and the gentle pale moonlight in the night.”

… Where is all of this coming from? They’ve only just met and yet he’s bringing out pick-up lines he’s never even considered using. What’s wrong with him? He probably looks like a pig in her eyes for moving so quickly even though it’s completely unintentional. He should probably stop with the cheesiness and get to the matter at hand: eating. “If you wouldn’t mind accompanying a starving musician on a food run. There’s a cafe right down the street.”

Daemon leads the way, walking right beside her in the calm night air. He has a nasty itch for a smoke, feeling around his tux and coat for a square bulge to no avail. That’s right; he’s in his tux. Duh. To make sure his tuxedo stays in the utmost tiptop condition for performances (not just for pit orchestra), he does not smoke while wearing it or in his apartment too much. He prefers to look out at the city from his balcony while smoking anyway, the cool afternoon breeze blowing his teal bangs around.

And; he has a lovely lady beside him who may not approve of such behavior. Not everyone can or will tolerate cigarette smoke.

"You’ll have to forgive me," he apologizes for he probably looked silly searching for something he doesn’t even have on him. "I have a bad habit of looking for my cigarettes on show nights even though I leave them home for a reason. And I didn’t even ask if you’re okay with such a thing."

The violist holds the cafe door open for her, walking in after her.

"B-Bright shining sun? Gentle pale moonlight?" Elena stammered, having not expected such wooing compliments. She didn't even know that people used those sort of pick-up lines in this time and day... However, it was touching. "Th-Thank you..." She meekly expressed her gratitude as she followed his lead towards the cafe down the street, still feeling the heat in her cheeks.

It was with a curious gaze that she watched Daemon search around in his tuxedo and coat, only to come up with nothing. When she heard his explanation, however, she couldn't help but slightly frown, worried. "You smoke... Daemon?" She quietly thanked him as she walked past him as he held the door open for her and continued on, "I mean, I hadn't expected you to..."

Elena inwardly sighed as she couldn't help the bit of disappointment that bubbled in her chest upon finding out that Daemon was a smoker. But at least that wasn't something that necessarily determined his personality, right...?

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"Bwahahaha…" the guard continues, removing his hat from his face to put it back on his head. He ignores Daemon and turns to Elena, bowing slightly. "Sorry ‘bout that, miss. This theater ‘as a bit of a problem when it comes to people tryina’ sneak a peek backstage. Carry on, then!" He gives them a farewell, smacking Daemon on the back before leaving them alone.

Daemon lets out a rather large, exasperated sigh, slumping over for a moment. “Don’t mind what he says; he’s all bark and no bite,” he grits. “… And it’s fine to call me Daemon. Your name is lovely, Elena. It suits a beautiful woman such as yourself.”

Elena. He could feel his insides tickle every time he says her name. It’s a gorgeous name to match a gorgeous woman with both the looks and personality (from what he’s seen so far, anyway). As if everything is out to tease him tonight in front of Elena, his stomach growls. He hasn’t had a proper meal since this afternoon for lunch, the poor man stuck underneath a stage for one and a half hours, making his fingers bleed.

"I think my stomach agrees with me that you’re beautiful."

Elena awkwardly laughed, still shy and uncomfortable with the guard, even though he seemed to know Daemon well. "I-It's alright," she reassured as she scooted closer to Daemon, a bit flustered that the guard even bowed to her as an apology. For a moment, she blinked owlishly, wondering why she was acting so different from her usual self... after all, she was normally more composed than this.

Elena shyly glanced off to the side at Daemon, confirming with herself that, yes, it was probably because of him that she was acting in this unusual manner. In fact, with Daemon's compliment, she felt an embarrassed heat rising in her face, and silently wished that she had a scarf to hide her reddened cheeks behind it.

"Th-Thank you," she stuttered, thankful for the compliment, "Although I'm n-not really that beautiful..." Elena timidly fiddled with her fingers before a stomach's growl cut through the short silence following her words. Unable to hold it in, Elena giggled at the sound and blushed even darker at Daemon's following words.

"St-Stop trying to flatter me," she protested as she watched him finish up packing his viola away, "Should we go to the nearby cafe, then?"

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

He dusts his tuxedo off while waiting, scanning what’s left of the large audience as majority of them file out of the auditorium. Did she leave…? He doesn’t see her… Was he mistaken?

"Oi! What’re you doin’ ova ‘ere?" comes a rough voice, getting the miss’s attention. "No ‘ne’s allowed down here!" He gets in her way, strong arms crossed. No one without authorization is allowed down by the stage; women included.

"Ah- wait, wait!!"

The crew member turned his head, spotting the teal-haired individual running up to them.

"She’s with me! I invited her here!" Daemon squeaks, putting his hand on the fella’s shoulder.

The gruff man gives a chuckle before outright laughing. “Daemon, is she yours? Another ‘ne so soon?”

"Hey, hey, hey!! We’re not like that! I just met her today while I was killing time before the show." His harsh gaze at the man softens as he turns back to the woman. "Sorry about that. Strict rules and all that." He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly remembering something. "Oh! I’m Daemon, by the way. Daemon Spade. And you are?-"

"Bahahahhaa!!" Daemon cringes at the laugh. "You met ‘er today and you don’ even know ‘er name! That’s bloody rich! Some boyfriend you are!"

"SHUT UP!" The violist grabs the man’s hat and shoves it in his face, cheeks red. "J-Just ignore him. PLEASE."

Elena squeaked, not unlike a mouse that was cowering away from a cat, easily intimidated by the gruff and sturdy man that was guarding the entrance to the orchestra pit. Her eyes flickered about, hoping that she would catch sight of that teal-colored head, unwilling to get into trouble, although she technically already was... a bit.

She released a great and relieved sigh as the man, that she now knew as Daemon, came to her rescue, "A-Another one? What do you mean?" Elena innocently inquired before she smiled at Daemon's introduction, and greeted, "My name is Elena. It is nice to meet you, Daemon." She hesitated on saying his name, unsure if he was alright with her already calling him by his first name. "...Is it alright that I call you that?"

Elena bashfully blushed, shy from the guard's rambunctious laughter and teasing. "Um, is he always like that?"

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

Damn it! He didn’t even ask her how often he should water them! Well hopefully she comes tonight to the musical. It’s even a balcony seat. He rushes home, scaling the staircase to his apartment room by skipping steps. His door handle jiggles as he hurriedly wrestles with his keys and opens the door. He places the pot of flowers along with his newly acquired handkerchief on his small kitchen table (which is covered in junk mail, newspapers and possibly bills) before flinging off his coat.

Daemon gets a sophisticated snack of a muffin, jamming it in his mouth to keep his hands free. He flips through his music folder, making sure all of the sheet music is there and in the right order. He then opens his viola case, checking his strings to make sure they’re all in good condition and adding the new strings he bought today into the little cubby in his case in case a string snaps while performing. He finishes off his muffin before starting to get himself ready for the performance.

A shower, fresh shave, freshly dry-cleaned tux and brushed teeth later, Daemon grabs his music and viola, putting his winter coat on and locks the door behind him. When Daemon arrives at the theater, he immediately goes into the pit to set his music stand to the way he likes it, placing his music on it. He fools around a little with the tech crew and actors; everyone having a sort of family bond. As the time grows closer and closer to the program starting, he peeks out from the pit at the balcony seat that was printed on the ticket he gave that woman at the flower shop. He subconsciously grins from ear to ear as he sees her sitting there, a fellow pit member having to smack him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

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Clasps clip close on the viola case, Daemon grabbing his things and exiting the pit underneath the stage, coat draped over his arm. Hopefully this woman came down to look for him. He maaaay have forgotten to tell her where to meet up with him afterwards. Oops!

After her shift at the flower shop was over, Elena hurried her way home, worrying over what outfit she should wear to the musical; i-it wasn't a date or anything, but since she was going to watch a performance, that did mean that she had to dress nicely. She smiled as she found the dress she wanted, and pulled a cardigan over her shoulders as she readied herself for departure. It was easy to tell that she was eager to meet the man a second time, and this time, she would be sure to introduce herself! They still didn't know each other's names after all...

Elena arrived at the theater, amazed at the crowds surrounding her, especially when she realized that they were mainly going to watch the same musical she was. She supposed that she didn't notice how popular the showing was going to be... Well, anyways, she had better hurry to her seat! Elena checked her ticket with a glance, walking over to the balcony seat that it designated. She squirmed a bit, excited for both watching this esteemed musical, as well as hopes in watching the stranger man perform.

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Elena nervously chewed on her lip as the musical ended, realizing that the man had not been one of the actors upon the stage. Did that mean he was indeed part of the backstage crew? No--perhaps he was one of the musicians playing down in the pit! He hadn't told her where to meet him though... and what if he was not one of the musicians? Would she get in trouble for going down into the pit without permission, even though she was invited? Elena was determined to meet the man for a second time, however, and that was what led her walking down her way to where the orchestra pit was, and hesitantly calling out, "E-Excuse me?"

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The soft feel of gentle fabric on his cold, bare hands prompts him to look down at the object, seeing it’s the handkerchief the woman had used to dry his tears. He wraps the fabric around his hands and smiles gently at her kind offer. She really is a sweetheart.

Daemon follows her to the different flowers she suggests, fancying the violets himself. They look nice and he isn’t very good with plants so easy to grow things is perfect in his book. “I think I’ll take the violets. They’re lovely and I think they would fit best.” He takes the small pot in his hands and follows her to the counter to pay for them.

He should also probably make it up to her for suddenly crying on her like that. Besides, she’s really cute and is nice. Maybe they could become friends or something. “Hey-” he blurts out. “I know this sudden but are you busy later tonight; around 7? If you’re interested, I have an extra ticket to the musical playing tonight. Would you like to come?”

Speaking of the musical, he checks the time on his music player, realizing he spent a little too much time here. “Oh man, I gotta go or I’m gonna be late. How much are the flowers again?”

Daemon places the ticket on top of the cash he owes on the counter, taking the pot in his hands. “Think about it! I’d like to see you there!” he calls after her, exiting the little shop to head home and get ready for work.

"The violets, then?" Elena questioned as she walked towards the counter as the man followed her, ready to pay for the flowers. Inwardly, she was pleased that he agreed with her suggestion, since there were a few times when there were... rather unsavory customers that were very demanding and adamant about only purchasing roses. Honestly, it wasn't as if roses were the only type of flowers that existed... there were plenty of other beautiful flowers as well.

"E-Eh?" Elena was taken aback by the man's offer, a rosy pink beginning to dust her cheeks as she became flustered, especially since she could hear the tittering and giggling of her co-workers in the background. "T-Tonight?" Her jaw was left agape as she watched him hurry about, and stuttered the price of the flowers, staring as he rushed out of the shop.

For a few seconds longer, she continued to stare at his disappearing silhouette, before finally snapping out of it. Instead, Elena found herself glancing at the ticket the man had laid upon the counter, wondering exactly what musical was showing tonight. She wondered whether the man was one of the actors, or perhaps the backstage crew...? It was more likely that he was one of the actors though, especially with that interesting hair color. Those earrings as well... he probably wasn't a member of the stage crew.

Elena tensed, feeling a presence at her back and carefully turned her head around to spot two or three of her co-workers glancing over her shoulders at the ticket with mischievous grin. Creepily, the three looked at each other at the same time before singing in a childlike tone, "Elena's got a date~, Elena's got a date~! She can't say no~!" They teased, amused at how Elena reddened even further.

"B-Be quiet!" Elena stammered.

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

"I— I’m-" Daemon is suddenly under attack by this woman and her handkerchief to rid him of his tears. He’s appreciative of the thought but… why doesn’t he feel alarmed or uneasy about a total stranger doing this for him? Why is she so special? Daemon stands up to his full height. "I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me so suddenly."

He uses the sleeve of his coat to wipe away the rest of the evidence of crying off of his face while getting another good look at the woman before him. She was twirling around among the flowers right before he had walked in. He could see her from the window.

"I apologize if I’ve caused any inconvenience. All I wanted to do was buy some flowers for my apartment. What do you suggest?"

"Are you sure that you're alright?" Elena fretted, watching as the other calmed himself and wiped those tears away with a worried and caring gaze. She had no idea what had caused that emotional outburst of tears--and to be honest, it didn't seem like the man had a clue either. She gently pushed her handkerchief into his hands, sure that he would rather like to use that instead of his coat's sleeve.

"Oh, you haven't caused any inconvenience!" Elena frantically reassured, waving her hands around, and shyly added, "If need be, you may keep the handkerchief... I wouldn't mind." With those words, she aimed a beaming smile at the man with the odd yet intriguing hair color. "Flowers for your apartment...?" Elena mused thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her bottom lip as she pondered, "I suppose it would depend..."

"Since you are buying them for your apartment, then I suppose..." Elena hummed in thought, "Mayflowers symbolize 'welcome', although African Violets are a good choice as well, since they are easy to grow, and they're pet-safe too."

-jenjam

The eternal light that illuminates my life...

#;gallery

When The Day Met The Night『ele-na』

A puff of smoke escapes Daemon’s mouth as he makes his way downtown in the chilly afternoon. He has time to kill before the musical tonight and staying cooped up in his apartment isn’t exactly his style. He enjoys a leisurely drink of coffee at the local cafe, a smoke on a bench in one of the towns more public parks and visits the local music store, buying those much needed replacement strings he keeps forgetting to obtain. You can’t exactly make music on a viola that doesn’t have any strings now can you?

On his way home, the musician decides on a whim to buy some flowers for the apartment. Usually actors are the ones who get flowers after performances but who says a musician can’t get himself some for a job well done performing the music said actors act and sing to? Daemon dusts some snow off of his coat and hat before entering the quaint shop, the strong, pleasing smell of flowers greeting him with glee.

"Welcome!" comes the voices of the workers round the shop. Daemon nods with a ‘hey’ of his own, taking his headphones off to not be rude. He peruses the rows upon rows of flowering plants he has to choose from in silence. He has to think carefully about this one. What would look good in his apartment; match the decor and all of that jazz.

"Is there something I can help you with?" comes a sweet voice right beside him, Daemon hunched over to get a good look at some rain lilies.

He slowly turns his head away from the flowers to look at the woman before him.”I’m looking for…” In a sudden rush, tears stream down the man’s face the longer he looks at the beautiful woman before him. Daemon is absolutely floored. Frozen in place. He has never seen this woman before in his life and yet he’s crying over her, mouth ajar in his stunned stupor over her; his heart pounding loudly in his chest. For some reason he feels relieved.

For some reason, something tells me that today is going to be a good day, Elena mused to herself, humming a light and happy tune. Even though the winter weather was chilly, the heated air within the flower shop she tended to kept her warm. As the tinkling, calming music played in the background, the blonde checked up on the store's stock of flowers, carefully and gently fiddling with their stems and petals.

She twirled and danced around the beautiful plants, her long skirt fluttering about her, and was pleased to note that all of them were in satisfying condition. The other workers in the shop were already accustomed to her behavior, although a few giggled at the childish sight. Elena wasn't concerned, however... Until the bell at the entrance of the shop rung, signaling an entering customer--and Elena peeked at whoever had come in.

Unconsciously blushing at the other's appearance, Elena froze, embarrassed of her childlike actions earlier, and distracted herself with brushing imaginary dust off of her skirt. She stared in awe at the man's unique teal hair before realizing her mouth was open, and she hurried over.

"Is there something I can help you with?" She had asked, before she was startled by the man's rush of tears. An urge to mother him rose in her chest, and soon enough, she was patting his cheeks with a handkerchief and cooing to him like he was one of the children she took care of at the daycare.

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Spade Family Birthdays+Zodiacs

Melaine Spade: December 4th, Sagittarius. “Honest, idealistic, fun-loving and witty. Inquisitive and incessantly curious. Resourceful and confident.”

Luca Spade: June 26th, Cancer. “Very shy, reserved individuals. Very affectionate, thoughtful and considerate of others’ feelings.”

Nicolai Spade: October 16th, Libra. “Warm, loving and compassionate, the Libra men are some of the most romantic and charming men of the Zodiac.”

#spade family #headcanon

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Height Headcanon!

1)Melaine is pretty much of average height~ She grows at an okay pace, maybe a few spurts here and there, but she’ll end up around Elena’s height. 2)Luca is kind of short actually. Since he was born sickly, he’s always under Melaine’s height. Even after they’re adults, he’s shorter than Melaine. 3) Nicolai…he was literally the “runt of the litter” until he hit fifteen. He was the tiniest of all his siblings until that growth spurt which made him into the Sparkling Prince of Vongola. He ends up being the tallest, either as tall as or slightly taller than Daemon.

#spade family #daeele children #cracky's art #headcanon #;gallery

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So, mysteriousmukuro and I got the DaeEle children's ages and flames figured out uwu

Melaine Spade: 15 years old, and mist flames. (She’s also inherited Daemon’s “Nufufu~” laughter)

Luca Spade: 13 years old, and rain flames. (He inherited Elena’s tinkling lady laughter aw ye)

Nicolai Spade: 9 years old, with mist flames as his primary and sun flames as his secondary.

#headcanon #spade family

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After seeing all this lovechildren hype going on in the fandom, Cracky, Elaine, and Ginoza have come up with Daemon and Elena’s three children~

In order:

1) Melaine Spade - Eldest child 2) Luca Spade - Middle child; two years younger than Melaine 3) Nicolai Spade - Youngest child; six years younger than Melaine; four years younger than Luca

Sorry, I drew them older than their actual ages ahahahah

#cracky's art #LOOK AT THESE ADORABLE CHILDREN ; u ;#spade family #;gallery

ele-na replied to your post:"Elena and I just made three very beautiful…

"D-Daemon…" /blushu (ooc: LAUGHS)

"They’re so precious, Elena! I think I’m in love all over again…"

#twix sweeties #gOODBYE KAITLIN #GOODBYE #ORZ

"They are adorable..."

My dearest Elena,

You’ve hopped right into my heart the moment I laid eyes on you. Your gorgeous shilouette shining in the gentle moonlight on that abandoned balcony underneath the stars as we talked captivated me in a way I would never have hoped.

You are like the brilliant sun; your dazzling smile warming the hearts of even the coldest beasts, yet soothing like the calm moon, pacifying even the most fiercest of tempests.

I wanted to take the time this Valentine’s Day to tell you just how much you mean to me. I love you with all of my heart, be it man or rabbit. You’re the world to me, my dear; the sun, the moon and all the stars in heaven couldn’t shine as bright as you. You guide me and keep me on the right path always.

I love you, Elena.

Daemon ♥

The little bun then shows himself once more, proudly sporting a baby pink ribbon tied in a bow around his neck. Daemon popcorns back into his wife’s room and hops onto her bed, watching as she reads the card. “And for your final gift… A rabbit! Happy Valentine’s Day, Elena.”

A hand slowly rose to cover Elena's mouth as she read the Valentine card, and her azure blue eyes were beginning to glisten with touched tears. The poetic and loving words warmed her heart, and when she finished reading it, Elena brought it close to her chest, knowing that she would forever cherish those precious words.

"Daemon..." She whispered to herself before she was slightly startled by her husbunny's sudden appearance. Softly biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing at the pink ribbon wrapped around Daemon's neck, Elena walked over to the little bunny and lifted him up into her embrace.

"Grazie, amore mio," Elena murmured sweetly, pressing an affectionate kiss upon Daemon's petite bunny nose. She held him delicately, hoping to convey all the love and adoration she had for her husband-turned-bunny.