ELIJAH KING

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moiraoconiell:

                 Making her way to the one bar she knew she had to go to, Moira stopped on her tracks when she saw blood. Better yet, when she noticed that the blood came with a face attached to it. Oh, that was just bloody brilliant. The brunette smiled with herself for the incredible mental pun before approaching the owner of said face. Before she could speak anything, the man opened his mouth and washed away any concern she didn’t have. It was never as bad as it looked to strangers, seemed as if he was saying her exact words if she had been in the very same situation. ❝ Oh, it doesn’t look bad at all, nothing that some frozen peas wouldn’t cure. ❞ She said, her face giving away that she wasn’t buying into his speech at all. ❝ I could think that any bar would open for you, but lucky you, I work there. Come on lad, you really need some strong alcohol and I’m feeling a bit charitable. ❞

Eyebrow raised, Elijah looked up at the woman as she commented on his damage. A small scoff escaped him, and it would have been laden with a lot more amusement if smiling and exerting himself too much didn’t make his face hurt. She had a point about the bars, he knew that -- and even more so when his usual joint wasn’t open, as he’d previously tried to check. That’s why he was where he was in the first place. It seemed luck was on his side, though, and before she’d even finished her sentence, Elijah had pushed himself up from the ground, grunting lightly until he was all but straight of back. Falling in alongside her, Elijah rubbed his jaw a little. “You own the place, or just work there? ‘Cause happy as I am that someone with access to alcohol is taking pity on me--,” when it came to pain-numbing alcohol, Elijah wasn’t going to be picky about how he acquired it, “--I don’t want the owner to throw me out five minutes after you’ve let me in. I’ll most likely land on my face, and that’s not ideal right now.”

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lou-taylor:

No matter how much Elijah said it didn’t hurt, or it wasn’t a big deal, every time she saw his face like this (and that was far more often than she would have liked), it made her heart ache. “Doesn’t matter,” she said, trying to force herself to sound decisively. “You’re not going to the bar. You’re coming to my place and I’m cleaning you up. I know you said no hospitals, but I don’t let you refuse this.” 

That was the thing about Lou -- she cared. She cared like Rhae cared, like Brandon cared, and much like when it came to the both of them, Elijah hadn’t meant in a million years to stumble onto her looking like this. But it happened, as it happened with Rhae and Brandon, far too often for Elijah’s taste. He wondered silently if it wasn’t time to start looking into makeup tutorials -- at least then he could hide the worst of it and pretend he’d “taken a fall” somewhere. Or gotten roughed up by the cops. Not that they’d be any happier to hear that. And in either case, Elijah knew he wasn’t a good liar -- it had been easy to lie to his family what with being hundreds of miles away, but his friends in Nashville were right there, and so it became a lot harder. It was bad enough that he’d snapped at Rhae and that he was depleting Brandon of many resources -- he didn’t want to do it to Lou, as well. Either of it. “No, look-- Lou--,” Elijah let out a long sigh, pulling his hand through his hair, feeling that familiar anxiety tighten across his chest, “--can’t you just do me this one favor? Just... pretend you’re not seeing all this. Just take me to the bar over there, let me go to the bathroom, and then have a drink. Please?”

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dxminicwalker:

Domininc had expected an easy, uneventful night. In fact, he rarely encountered anything outside of a ‘Drunk and Disorderly’ in this part of town, but tonight he came across Elijah King. It wasn’t the first time Nic had run into him, and he doubted it’d be the last. “What the hell, Elijah?” He questioned. “You can’t be out here like this man. Not unless you want me to be her on an official basis. What happened?”

Aw, shit. Out of all the people--- well, actually, Dominic being the person who saw him wasn’t all that bad. Dominic he could handle. Dominic wasn’t Rhae. If only Dominic wasn’t a cop, though. “Shit,” Elijah mumbled under his breath, for one moment moving so as to run his hand over his face, though stopped at the last second, remembering his damages. Looking up at the cop, Elijah could feel his fingers and lips starting to tingle -- he needed a smoke. Badly. “Look, it’s nothing like that-- I’m not drunk or anything, okay? I’m fine, I’m totally fine,” he tried desperately, wide eyes looking up in an expression he couldn’t control. “I just need a moment to breathe, okay? I’m a-- an upstanding, tax-paying citizen, I get a moment to breathe on the sidewalk just like anyone else, don’t I?”

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wesleyxpalmer:

Wesley was just walking by after an errand run and on his way to get a drink for the evening when he noticed a man who looked like he was in a bit of pain. Wesley wasn’t normally the social type, but he wasn’t such an asshole that he would leave someone to suffer, so he stopped and looked him over. “Oh.. festive, right. I’ve been there,” he shook his head.  “Uh, yeah. I was actually heading there myself if you wanted to go with and drink it off. That’s what I always do and it seems to do the trick.” He didn’t bother pushing the other to open up about whatever was bothering him because he didn’t see it as his play to ask in the first place.

Half a smile appeared on Elijah’s lips at the guy’s words, a noise caught between a chuckle and a scoff escaping him. “That was my starting goal,” he said in affirmation to join the other. Elijah didn’t mind the company -- not when the guy understood, not when the guy didn’t seem interested in pressing him for details or cleaning his wounds or get involved in his business in any way. Slowly, Elijah reached out with his hand. “Y’mind giving me a boost?”

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ericsinclair:

        It felt wrong to be a part of this. Well, he was a witness of some… painful aftermath of something wickedly violent at best, but Eric still felt pretty juxtaposition-y with his bright blue pompomed beanie, an extremely puffy parka, and an unbloodied face. But Eric was more cautious than actually frightened, and his natural snarky bravado made a striking appearance as he answered the question at hand, “Uh, why? The local CVS knock you out before you could get some rubbing alcohol? Either way, yeah they’ve opened.” He made no move to offer the man support, because if some faraway assailant is looking to eliminate any loose ends, he’s not putting himself in the spotlight.

“Fuck off,” Elijah scoffed at the guy, eyes narrowed at his response. He seemed, for a moment, to become more alert, but it dissipated quickly, his energy only good for spurts. Leaning further back, Elijah tilted his head back to allow the pain to be met with the cool evening air. Not that it did a whole lot for the pain, but still. “How long have they been open? Are there many people there?”

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rozmeadows:

“Well that’s good news, because it looks pretty bad.” Roslyn muttered, not bothering to help back her sarcasm as she stepped in for a closer look. Brows furrowed in concern, she resisted the urge to reach for him. Hand falling down to her side, she shook her head. “Do you owe someone money, darlin’?” She asked, playful edge ringing in her tone. “Just opened - but what do you say we clean you up before you give the bartender a heart attack? Bloody patrons tend to be bad for business - health cod violations and all that.”  

Raising an eyebrow at the woman, Elijah opted to remain silent. Bingo, he thought silently, though purposely kept his expression from admitting the truth in her words. Was he such a walking cliche she could glance off his face and make that assumption, even if playfully so? Christ fuck. Elijah didn’t like to think about it too much, but a small voice in the back of his head was definitely telling him it was all getting a bit too much. “It’s stopped bleeding so there’ll be no blood on anyone,” Elijah said, shaking his head at her suggestion to clean him up. “Besides, I’m not an imbecile. I can clean up my own face.” With obvious strain Elijah got up, letting out an enormous sigh as he found himself upright. “You know what you can do for me, though? You can make sure I get in.”

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tommy-wilder:

Tommy, long since resigned to the fact that no one would ever find him fuckable, was slightly obtuse about Elijah’s words. “Wha? But you’ve only been talking to… Fuck off,” he chuckled, swatting at Elijah’s arms. “You’re gonna have to teach me that one.” 

The shit-eating grin on Elijah’s lips could not be prevented, as Tommy reacted, despite the fact that the sentiment behind his words were, in every sense of the word, genuine. Heck, if he and Tommy hadn’t been friends first, Elijah would have probably ended up hitting on him at some select bar or other. “C’mon, you’re telling me you couldn’t see it?”

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rafmorales:

Rafael surveyed the guy, wearing an expression that was somewhere between a grimace and look of fascination as listened to the assurances that it wasn’t as bad as it looked. He doubted it, but wasn’t in the mood to argue, so he just shrugged. “Festive, huh? I think we might have different meanings of the word,” Raf said. “Yeah, the bar’s open. It’s ladies night, though, so good luck gettin’ in.”

“What would the world be without perspectives,” Elijah interjected sarcastically, though not unkindly. It was more directed at the festive guys who’d caused the damage to his face than anyone. He looked at the man when he announced it was ladies night, and a sigh escaped Elijah audibly. “Shit,” he let out softly to himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Yeah, uh,” he added in a normal tone, “don’t worry about all that. They’ll let me in.” But ladies night also meant there were more people there than usual. People he might know. If his regular bar wasn’t closed, Elijah would have considered trekking half way across Nashville to reach it, but as it were, it was closed -- and Elijah had a sneaking suspicion he’d get about halfway there before collapsing in a ditch somewhere. So this was his best bet. He looked at the man again. “You going in as well?”

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winonaslo:

Her narrow nose creased at the sentiment, jaw dipping to suppress the oncoming Cheshire cat grin which desired to veil her features. “Alright, wise guy,” she retorted, raising both palms in submission. “Not that I disapprove of your response, but I sure as hell hope you don’t intend on going on strolls with a friend of yours. It’ll be a pretty short conversation if you decide to run off.”

Raising an eyebrow, Elijah couldn’t hide the small grin that flitted onto his lips. “True, which is why I’ll just jog in place,” he pointed out, tipping his head to the side. “I won’t be traveling all the time, but I can sure as hell jog all the time.” Ignoring the fact that Elijah had no such dedication to anything in his life, even if he now happened to jog at all. Which, coincidentally, he didn’t. 

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rhaellaxwalsh:

    “You cannot bullshit me, King! We both know that!” She called back to him, silently laughing as she knew that Elijah hated being babied — especially by her. Rustling through a couple cabinets, she grabbed the kit while picking up a couple glasses; followed by a bottle of whiskey before entering her office once more. “You should know me by now, I don’t ignore when my friends are hurt.” Setting the pile down, she reached and unfolded another chair and settled herself in front of him while grabbing a rag and some peroxide. “You gonna tell me what happened? Or are you gonna sit there in silent, hm?” It wasn’t rare for Elijah to keep her in the dark about something; but she wasn’t going to push him to admit anything. “——Take a drink.” She insisted.

A shallow sigh escaped through his nose. Elijah could feel himself tensing up, jaw clenched as he realized there was no way out of this situation other than to do something he didn’t want to do. It was bad enough that Brandon had become his regular caretaker -- he didn’t want to drag Rhae into it, too. Not to this degree. He knew she cared and he was thankful she did, but there were more important things to worry about regarding the whole thing. This was a part of Elijah’s life he didn’t want to invite anyone into -- not even by association of taking care of him. Across his chest, he could feel it -- the anxiety building up, growing tighter, how this was a little too close for comfort when it came to someone like Rhae. Elijah watched her as she reentered the room, eyes heavy with the decision that was forming inside his head. He kept quiet at first, however, electing to let her talk in order to buy himself some time. Before she could put a hand on him, he recoiled, leaning back in his chair. “Look,” he said in a slightly stiff voice, “I didn’t mean to come here. It was a mistake, I didn’t know where I was.” The shift was obvious, and Elijah suspected more so than usual to Rhae, who knew him outside of these situations. “You’re not my mother, you’re not my sister, you’re not my family, you’re not anyone whose responsibility this should be.” He got out of the chair, backing away. “So just leave it be, okay? Honestly. This is none of your business.”

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wyattscottr:

Hearing that Brandon was going to drink their problems away, he become more thankful that he had music. That way Wyatt couldn’t drink himself silly. Though people dealt with things differently all the time – there was no right or wrong way in his opinion. Nor was he one to judge someone he didn’t know too well either. All he could do was… be there Wyatt supposed. A part of him wanted to help but the other part of him didn’t know how. Certainly he didn’t want to dive into Brandon’s problems as they were none of his business. Being nosy wasn’t in his nature. “But,” Wyatt started getting ready to make his offer. “I’m heading to my club and even though I have a bunch of things to do – you can sit at the bar, use the bathroom to get cleaned up – whatever.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly knowing the offer wasn’t much. Though that was the only one he had at the present moment. “If you want to that is. I won’t hold it against you if you say no.” 

Watching the other man with slight apprehension, the tension in Elijah eased up a little once it became clear that the guy wasn’t going to baby him and wasn’t going to put his nose in Elijah’s business. If you asked him, there was a serious lack of people in this city who knew how to ignore a messed up face and focus on what the person was telling them -- but Elijah was glad to see that this guy got it. Well, at least to whatever degree made him not put his nose in Elijah’s business. Elijah nodded at him silently, for a moment taking a pause to brace himself in order to stand up. With slight difficulty he managed it, grunting all the while, before he, slightly out of breath, gestured toward the other. “You mind taking the lead?”

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bobbirosesmith:

Bobbi could feel the man’s eyes on her and it made her feel special. “That sounds like what I was going for,” She said to the guy before her. “I’m Bobbi and you are handsome,”

The smile on Elijah’s lips was one of both amusement and boyish appreciation. “Good, I’m glad,” he said, keeping his tone light and casual, much in contrast to the smile on his lips. “I’m Elijah,” he added, in response to her introducing herself. “But if you prefer ‘handsome’, I’m not one to argue.”

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lilybrooks:

Upon seeing the figure, she gasped and immediately threw a hand over her mouth. She’d witnessed fights before, but nothing that ever created that much damage—it looked utterly painful. “It’s probably worse than it looks.” She responded, biting down on her tongue as soon as those words left her mouth. That was most likely the last thing he wanted to hear, given the circumstances. “I’m sorry, um… is there anything I can do? I can run down there real quick and check. Or, I could take you to the hospital? I think you might need stitches.” A hospital would have made a lot more sense than a bar, or so she thought.

Ah, fuck. The last thing Elijah needed was someone to stumble on him who’d turn the situation into a spectacle. He understood, of course he did -- anyone come across someone looking like him, there was bound to be a few gasps here and there. But it was the opposite of what he needed at that moment. The only reason he’d spoken to being with had been as a defense mechanism, and Elijah grumbled at himself that he hadn’t waited and seen if the woman would have just passed him instead. “Stitches cost money,” he said, as though that’d explain every reason he had for not going to the hospital. “You can go check if the bar’s open.” 

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brandonlewis:

How many times had Brandon done this? He was never annoyed or even bothered, in fact. He didn’t ask questions either. They had this unspoken agreement and Brandon often fixed him up for the price of a drink or whatever was on the table that evening. In this case, morning. “Shut up.” Moody because of being woken up but not by the situation at hand, he sat on the table across from Elijah and grabbed him by the jaw, turning his face to the side. “You’re stupid, you know that?” Never would he be silent on the topic and for some reason, he liked to assume that this was all Eli’s own fault. “It’s going to burn.” He barely got out before he was pressing alcohol to wounds. “I know you don’t like talking about it but if you need to or if you need help, you know I’m here. I don’t exactly like cleaning you up weekly. I just do it because… Well, you need me. And even though you’re the older one, I’d like to think I’m the big brother in these situations. Also the guy with medical training.”

Elijah did as he was told, shutting up as he winced slightly from Brandon’s touch, the friction of the fingers pulling on unharmed skin making the the wounds on his face smart a little. It was nothing to the burn that seared across his face when Brandon pressed the alcohol to Elijah’s wounds, though -- he’d barely opened his mouth to reply when the other had announced it would burn, and in the next, it sure as hell fucking did. A hiss of pain escaped Elijah as he twitched away from Brandon’s hands, though he didn’t get very far due to Brandon’s grip. Though Elijah looked at Brandon with a glare, there was no malice in his expression, only pain -- although even if there had been, it wouldn’t have been directed at Brandon. Elijah kept quiet as Brandon talked, and even for a moment afterward -- part of him didn’t know what to say, and another part of him kept quiet because, well, Brandon was right. Elijah did not like to talk about why he looked the way he looked. And he wasn’t going to. “Well, if you ever get tired of being the big brother, just tell me and I’ll go away,” he mumbled, partly because of the pain, partly because of the subject at hand. It was his original plan, at least. He never consciously went looking for Brandon to take care of him -- it just sort of... happened. If it had been up to a conscious decision every time, Elijah would have never turned up on his friend’s doorstep to begin with. Ever. He paused slightly, gaze slowly moving back to Brandon. “I appreciate that you do this, though. Not because I want it--,” he added with a grimace to testify to that, “--I don’t. This isn’t something you should bother with. Ever.” He paused again. “But I’m glad you do.”

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rhaellaxwalsh:

    “Not as bad as it looks?” She repeated, refusing to believe her friend. Shaking her head, she moved to his side and wrapped an arm around him. “Forget the bar, ‘Lijah. I have some drinks in the back, now come with me.” Without waiting for an answer, she was already guiding him through her family’s shop and towards the back office. Pushing the door open, she grabbed a chair for him. “Now sit down and stay there.” She gave him the warning before searching for a first-aid kit in the next room.

Shit. Out of all the people in the entire city, he had to come across Rhaella at this precise moment. Elijah had to clench his jaw so as not to outright curse in her face -- she was the one person out of everyone so far whom his escapades hadn’t touched, and that meant she hadn’t gotten the memo. The memo about not asking, the memo about Elijah not telling. How could he have been so stupid as to not realize what street he’d been on? And how could he have ever thought she’d just buy his bullshit and swallow it whole? He hadn’t thought, that’s what was what. Elijah never fucking thought ahead. The sigh escaping his lips was interrupted by a groan as he shifted position via her guidance. “It’s really not, Rhae,” he insisted, carefully lowering himself onto the designated chair. He wasn’t even thinking of moving anywhere -- if he had, he’d have already been out the door. Elijah could only imagine what he’d had to deal with, then. “It always looks worse than it hurts and in reality is!” he called after her, making sure his voice carried. Even if it was a massive lie. 

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wyattscottr:

“Got too festive, huh? Okay, sure, we’ll go with that.” Wyatt remarked sticking his hands in his jeans pockets, rolling back and forth on the heels of his feet. “So what did you say to get such a beat down?” It was a curious question one that the other could ignore if they saw fit. But usually people didn’t get the shit kicked out of them for no reason. There was always a bigger picture there. Wyatt shook his head, “Nope it hasn’t. But what are you going to do – put a frosted mug against your face? Drink the pain away?” 

Beat down. It almost made him scoff to hear it. Maybe it was a beat down, but Elijah had known much worse. What Elijah needed was for the world to become desensitized to this type of appearance, just as his friends were beginning to -- that way, every single little confrontation with every one of Rob’s “clients” wouldn’t completely halt such good chunks of Elijah’s day to day life. At this point, people’s reactions were becoming more of a nuisance than the blood and pain itself. The blood and pain, Elijah had realized, eventually faded away -- it only had to get to a point, and people were finished, he was finished. Nobody needed to die. Nobody needed to get close to dying. So the blood and the pain had eventually become insignificant, in the grand scheme of... whatever he was trying to accomplish. A long sigh escaped Elijah as the guy confirmed the bar hadn’t opened yet. Great. “Something like that,” he mumbled, trying hard not to touch his own face, all the while deliberately avoiding the guy’s question about how he procured his injuries. “Bar’s better than sitting like a hobo in the street.”

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brandonlewis:

Brandon was hit with a bloody mess of a face the minute he swung his door open, still rubbing his eyes from being woken up. He could only sigh, pushing the questions for him aside until further notice. They had a routine and this was no different than the last times. “I wouldn’t call this getting festive.” He added. Before the conversation continued, he peaked out the door and down the street, unsure of which bar he was talking about. He frequented a lot of them but weren’t sure about their hours. Typically bars weren’t serving people with fucked up faces at 6 AM. “Get in, you fucking moron.” Though, it was said in good fun and not anger. Brandon pushed the taller man inside and to the couch while he dug through plenty of first aid supplies in his work bag.

“Hey, look, I’m not trying to be a--,” charity case, he wanted to finish, though he was well and all being pushed down a couch before he could so much as react to the change of environment. Now, Elijah wasn’t opposed to accepting money and food where people wanted to give it -- but he wasn’t a charity case. He wasn’t a puppy who sat on people’s doorsteps until they took pity on him. Glancing at Brandon, he silently wondered to himself if he saw him as a charity case. “Look, man, if you want me to reimburse you for the first aid kits, you just tell me,” Elijah said, sounding just as tired as he felt, and looked, and for all intents and purposes probably smelled, too.