Love Bomb

Elijah Tallis || White Witch || 30 years || Empire RP

[elijah-tallis]

claire-ofdavenport‌:

Claire smiled at him to hide the itching feeling of annoyance towards the man. “Don’t worry I mean none such harm to your vendors, but it does make more sense to put the poisonous plants on a higher shelf. Children are very curious and like to eat things they are not supposed to. I would hate for one of your vendors to cause a child’s death. Although would it be their fault or the parents for not watching the child for that matter?”

Elijah eyed the plant in Claire’s hands, the market owner’s gaze already darkening. “Funnily enough, poisonous plants are not even meant to be sold here. Not until the evening time, when children aren’t allowed in the market,” the Tallis with remarked, holding his hand out for the Davenport to allow him to examine. “An excellent question, which I’m sure I’d be happy to discuss under the king with you, but let’s hope it doesn’t reach that point, and no children die, yes? That should be the ideal, Lady Davenport,” the market owner mused before turning his attention to the rest of the plants on the shelf, wondering if there were more poisonous plants on display. “That being said, what would the lady need with a poisonous plant? Surely she could find other means to cause people’s deaths? I would suggest her looks, for example. A man could gaze upon her and turn to stone,” Elijah chuckled, never stopping to find a moment for a small rib.

[elijah-tallis]

nixonreynolds‌:

Nixon could only look up in mild amusement, wondering when he’d gotten bad at sneaking out of a tavern without someone noticing. “You were too busy thinking everyone was gawking at you when they were really looking at me. And I was uncomfortable. What are you, a three-inch fool?” The vampire had his sword resting across his lap, the stone in his opposite hand edging the blade, “Jealous you don’t get all my time or what? That’s usually Lucian’s thing.”

“Lies. All you spew are lies,” Elijah mused with a small smile as he watched Nixon sharped his sword. The Tallis witch waved his hand tiredly at him. “Better a three-inch fool than a two-bit bastard or cross-eyed swine,” he teased in turn before nodding his head. “I’ve been waiting all day and night for you, m’lord. The bedside has grown cold as I yearn for your return. Oh, how cold the night’s have been,” Elijah bemoaned, placing a hand to his head for dramatic effect. If there was any sense of ribbing he could get from his friends, the market owner was sure to do it. “What’s worse is that I could see my brother saying that and actually mean it,” he chuckled as an afterthought.

[elijah-tallis]

addisonxvale‌:

“– I just don’t believe you should say it’s easy without first trying it,” Addison grinned at Elijah, glancing back at the training grounds down the hill, watching as riders on horses practiced with jousting lances – presumably for an upcoming tournament as they tended to do. @elijah-tallis

“What, so you want me to sign up for the tournament?” Elijah chuckled, turning his head to look back at Addison with a raised brow. “You grab a stick, sit on a horse, and run at the other guy to hit him off. How much more complicated do you want to make it?” The Tallis witch was sure the jousters were very well trained and technical, but he never really understood all the excitement behind such tournaments.

[elijah-tallis]

Leaning against the doorframe, the witch only flicked his small blade idly, watching it deftly slip between his fingers. Elijah always tended to fiddle when he was bored. Or anxious. But he was a bit more lost in thought than usual; he was trying to figure out his situation with the last man he slept with. Or the last few. Of course, that meant talking it out with the only other man who would understand his predicament, and the only one he felt comfortable enough speaking to about it openly, regardless of appearances.

“How do you do it? You know, not get attached?” The healer paused in his blade flipping, only to look over at the nobleman with a curious gaze in his eyes. “I mean, you must have done this for years. And you didn’t get too attached to me, which must show that you are good at it, since everyone is obsessed over me.” Elijah’s eyes glimmered with a teasing gesture, feeling close enough with the Bordeaux that he could skip the formalities like so.

@rcwanbcrdeaux

[elijah-tallis]

“You better not have been avoiding me,” Elijah exclaimed, bursting in as soon as he could. “I may have obligations, but that’s no reason to leave me at the tavern by myself,” the witch complained as he glanced around, only briefly taking in a small sight of the room as he continued in his rant. “And I know you’ve been spending precious time with my siblings, so what is it? What’s gotten into you?” The healer finally took a moment before tilting his head to the side, realizing he walked into something else. “...What are you even doing, Nixon?”

@nixonreynolds

[elijah-tallis]

“Lady Davenport,” Elijah said calmly, staring at the woman with an amused brow. “You know that that doesn’t go there, right? The... it... it’s on the lower shelf,” the Tallis witch chortled softly, gesturing towards the shelf to the left of her. “You haven’t come to my market to give my vendors a hard time, have you? Forgive me for saying, but this never seemed like... your shops of choice.” Still, despite his own reservations for the noblewoman, Elijah had a market to run and customers to respect.

@claire-ofdavenport

[elijah-tallis]

”And how fares my favorite alchemist?” Elijah mused, hopping up onto one of the stools to peer at the other man carefully. As the owner of the marketplace, it was his job to go around and make sure his business owners were satisfied with everything. That being said, the Tallis witch was particularly fond of Felix’s place, and the two of them being renowned healers was helpful too. It had been a while since he had swung by the other’s business, and Elijah was curious how he was faring. “Got anything new to show me this time around?”

@felix-ex-tenebris

[elijah-tallis]

blccksheep‌:

@elijah-tallis

“I told you it’s weird when you meet me here,” Ozzie hummed, passing Elijah a pint of beer over the counter. The tavern was quiet tonight, it was cold enough that most of the patrons would still rather have an early night than risk hypothermia for a drink. “I can just meet you at your place. Or mine. Or on the curb. It feels awkward when you walk me from one job to the other, y’know?”

“Well, we could always pretend we’ve never met before,” Elijah mused as he nodded his head, taking the pint of beer. The healer enjoyed the rather quiet moments like this; his marketplace had always been so busy and bustling, it was nice to just take some time to breathe. “What, just because I’m not a knight, I’m not enough protection for you? Should we just take you back to mine then?”

[elijah-tallis]

 blccksheep‌:

“Oh, you do hold responsibilities for yourself, mister,” Ozzie insisted, giving Eli a stern look, though it was all out of love. He really just didn’t want his coworkers to be yelled at any more than they already were by random drunk patrons. “Good. Thank you,” he smiled, content at last and giving Elijah’s arm a squeeze before he moved over to tend to another customer.

It was quite the busy night. Ozzie didn’t have much time after that to chat with the witch, and before he knew it, it was his time to throw off the apron and go home. He supposed time probably hadn’t flown by as quickly for Eli, who had to sit there and wait. “Okay, I’m out, finally,” he sighed, trailing around the counter to finally be able to tug the Tallis into a kiss. “Back to mine, now?”

If he wasn’t allowed to be grumpy and if he wasn’t allowed to have more drinks, then it wasn’t going to take long for Elijah to put his head down onto the countertop, eyes barely staying open to stay awake. In fact, the minutes seemed to pass into hours when Ozzie had last squeezed his arm, and the Tallis witch didn’t pull himself up until he heard the other man’s voice addressing him.

Elijah leaned into the kiss, moaning softly as he let the hunter tug him close. “Yes please,” he mumbled against Ozzie’s lips as he wrapped his arms around him. “I waited all night. Surely I get something nice for being so patient?” he murmured gently.

[elijah-tallis]

blccksheep‌:

“Sure,” Ozzie humored, trying not to roll his eyes again. He wanted to point out that Eli was acting like a baby and therefor the babying was totally justified, but he wouldn’t ruin the nice moment. “We’ll go to mine, but you get half a gin and tonic. Is that a good enough compromise?” He offered, already filling up half of a cup with the witch’s order and sliding it over the bar counter. “Can you survive the end of my shift without falling asleep or killing anyone?”

The witch sighed at the other man, though he let him give half a drink. “I guess,” he mumbled, though he took the offered cup anyways. Better than nothing, and he wasn’t about to just sit around at the bar to wait for Ozzie to get off. “No promises. I hold no responsibility if I bark at another one of your co-workers,” Elijah sang sweetly before wiggling his brows. “Yes, I’m kidding. I’ll be fine. I’ll wait here all nice for you, okay?” he mused.

[elijah-tallis]

estellamontgomery‌:

   Rhodiola rosea, just a pinch, and maca blended to perfect a unique concoction of green tea would put all of the man’s tiredness to rest, but Estella wasn’t going to offer to take such tender care of a stranger. She learned that could be off putting, especially in a city. The people weren’t as welcoming as her spirit was back home. “New?” lashes double blinked. Two months was still fresh in the concrete jungle. The woman was certain a lifetime could pass and still she wouldn’t ever feel like a commonly settled New Yorker. “You could say,” it was almost played coy. “– New enough to not shrug you off, but not new enough to have a daily coffee routine.” A small smirk pressed to her lips. “Quite far from home actually, but I moved here about two months ago. I like it…don’t get me wrong— but it’s certainly a change…—but please, don’t let me bore you….or rather, lull you to sleep.” 

“Fair enough,” Elijah mused with a small shrug. It was easy to tell who grew up around here and who was still finding their footing. The witch made a small face at Estella in turn at her statement. “I’m tired, but not that tired,” he retorted, only rolling his eyes in light-hearted nature. It wasn’t her fault that he was tired either, so Elijah wasn’t trying to be rude to her. “Two months, huh? How do you like it then? And trust me, you’re not a bore. There’s plenty of boring people out there, but we’ve only just met. How would I know otherwise?”

[elijah-tallis]

caroline-bissett‌:

“I-I….” 

Caro sighed and moved forward. The girl looked like a fish out of water, mouth gaping open and closed when faced with the irate man. She could have just watched, and on days when the fancy took her, she would have. Caro herself had reduced more than a few incompetent sales people to tears before. But impatience got the better of her. “I think you might have broken the poor thing,” she commented, moving up beside the man and slipping her arm through the man’s. 

“Sweetheart, why don’t you go find someone else to help us here?” she suggested, her tone syrupy sweet (with a hint of condescension). The girl gulped and ran away, disappearing into the back room. 

“Now whatever was it that you wanted from her?” Caroline asked, a hint of laughter in her voice as she released the man, stepping to a more appropriate distance again.

Elijah’s brows cocked in surprise as he felt an arm slip between his. The witch was too tired to give a start, only turning in surprise to see a rather beautiful woman sidling up next to him and sending away the terrified girl. The witch watched as the younger girl retreated away to the backroom. “Pity. She was just about to crack to,” he muttered, before turning to face Caroline instead. “I wanted a simple cup of coffee. Something to keep me awake for the day. But I don’t suppose you’re able to help me with that either.”

[elijah-tallis]

yael-jacobs‌:

“You know it’s okay to need help, right? To ask for it too.” Yael sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, “I wish I could help, Elijah–– I just can’t give you something without a prescription and I can’t really prescribe until we know what’s going on…which is where a doctor comes in.” She pressed her lips together, giving him an apologetic look, “I’m sorry…”

The Tallis witch grunted, taking a small step away from Yael. Damn. He really needed something... the past three nights had been miserable, and Elijah was finding it increasingly harder to function. “Like I said, I just need help sleeping. That’s it,” he stressed, shrugging his shoulders at the other’s words. “Besides, shouldn’t you save doctor’s appointments for people who actually need them?”

[elijah-tallis]

nixonreynolds‌:

“What’s wrong?” Nixon always asked out of courtesy, but Elijah didn’t look very happy in general. “Did something happen? I’m only the receptionist, but I do have the power to kick out annoying families if they’re hogging up your favorite exhibit.”

Elijah smiled at Nixon, an actual, genuine smile. There was a brief flicker of amusement in his eyes, though it faded about as quick as his smile. “No, it’s not that. Thanks for the offer though,” the witch chuckled, shaking his head. “I uh... I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I’m trying to see if something could help with that,” he murmured, scratching at his head as he flipped through the schedule idly. “And I haven’t been laid in a while, so there’s that too.”

[elijah-tallis]

rcwanbcrdeaux‌:

          From the mutual hatred, he and one Corrina Tallis shared, to the toxic proto-romance between him and Lucian, the amplitude of his intimacy levels with each of the Tallis witches was oddly comical. There was, of course, Hudson and the never-closing wound of what was once a friendship turned sour, mostly due to a disappointment brought along by one of Rowan’s many unforgivable sins, and in the middle ground, between the bitterness of mutual loathing and what could have been love, lay his relationship with Elijah. Rowan wouldn’t go as far as to say they were the best of friends, but there was a certain companionship between them that gave their relationship a friendly tone. Between one drink and the other, Rowan and Elijah eventually, build up enough rapport to allow for casual conversation, hence, as the witch demanded more alcohol than the usual, he couldn’t help but question why. “What’s gotten into you?” The inquiry sounded casual, despite his actual preoccupation. 

Gesturing towards his glass, Elijah didn’t really respond to Rowan until after he had drained it. It was a long night, what with the absence of Ozzie and his inability to sleep. So, he did what the next best thing was. Besides, this wasn’t a conversation he was going to have with any of his siblings. “Tough week,” he muttered, sliding his empty glass towards Rowan again. “You ever have trouble sleeping at night?” the Tallis witch mused, tilting his head to stare at the original vampire. “I’ve been told I haven’t been laid in a while,” he joked lightly, though the smile on his face was more of a grimace. “Maybe that’s all.”

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claire-ofdavenport‌:

“Oh little Eli.” Claire couldn’t hold back the condescending tone in her voice. “Every family has a bad apple or two. Do you think that your family is exempt? It is wonderful that you still have such a high expectations for your family even after what happened to the Bordeaux’s.“ Claire knew her words were harsh, but no longer had the patience to hold back.

“Is that so? Then, pray tell, who’s the bad apple or two of your family? Or do you think you’re exempt from your own logic as well?” he mused, tilting his head to the side as he peered at the Davenport curiously. “You sure seem to have your own opinions of me. Must everything about you revolve around grudges? Or do you have a personal reason to treat a stranger this poorly?”

[elijah-tallis]

annabellerhodes-x‌:

“That’s true, you aren’t like other men at all,” she said with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. Anna looked at the bar, everyone seemed to have been helped and the other bartender was handling things on the other end. “Sure I can hang around for a bit, can’t promise I’ll be the most entertaining company while I’m pretending to clean already clean glasses,” she joked.

“I’m much more charming, right?” Elijah chuckled before leaning his head against his arm idly on the bartop. “Well, that’s fine. We can always think of something to chat about. Besides, it might be something else for you to do while wiping clean cups,” he teased. “Can’t say I’ve been keeping up with everyone in your family. Are things okay? I heard about the wedding.”