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Elias Selwyn. 22. ❝ Dark as midnight sun, Smoke as black as charcoal fills into our fragile lungs. Cause when our demons come 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 in the shadows to a game that can't be won. Feel like we've been 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 down Like these autumn leaves. But baby don't let winter come, Don't let our hearts freeze. If the morning light don't steal our soul, We will walk away from empty gold. ❞

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Isis pressed her wand against his throat and snarled, teeth bared. “Time’s up, bitch. It’s time for you to make a choice, Selwyn. Where do your loyalties lie: us or them? Choose wisely.”

Elias cradled a body close to him, making slow work of vanishing a ghastly burn from it. Knowledge of that was mandatory when one worked in a forge, but the inability to do more tugged upon his heart. He did not flinch when a wand pressed into his neck, and he only granted a look upon completion. “I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.”

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              “ very. ” he had wondered slowly up the path, took in the fresh air. zeke hadn’t spotted elias initially. but when the younger spoke up, his steps came to a pause. it appeared that his brother had the same idea he did. no doubt, both selwyn men had their mother, long gone and disappeared from their lives, in mind as they stood beneath the glowing lights. between banishment from the family and their father constantly pitting them against one another, zeke couldn’t pick where he stood with any one of his siblings at any given time. “ are you enjoying the ball, eli ?? ” he asked, testing the waters. 

elias let his eyes travel over the nearing figure before averting them upwards. as his gaze lifted, his attention was drawn to the movement of floating lights, and the distant, twinkling glimmers that coaxed out a nostalgic ache. lately, unsettled disgust had crept into his bones and elias bit back a scoff at the question - not his brother. of course not. “I’m not particularly inclined to say so, no. you?” eli’s brows knitted together, but he flicked his attention back towards zeke. he offered softly, “do you remember the festival she took us to?” 

[eliselwyn]

apathy hovered thickly in the air, shrouding the night in a claustrophobic embrace. elias stepped out into the garden for a brief respite from the display of pristine facades he had been raised on. the masks punctuated the thought with a dramatic flair, yet he was grateful for his as the back of his eyes prickled with unshed tears. fingers danced along carved stone as he descended from the veranda into the foliage, lanterns were thread through the trees mirroring the natural born lights in the night sky. the soft flicker of fire within drew him further and further down one of the paths, where paper lanterns were lying in wait to be buoyed up. the paper lantern lifted out of his hand, and elias turned towards the near company and offered with a strained smile, "pretty, aren’t they??"

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[eliselwyn]

— &;   ❛ I mean this in the nicest way possible, ❜  Elias leveled, setting down a cup of tea in front of the other, ❛ if karma doesn’t hit you, I fucking will. ❜

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Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook The fact that they’ve been blindly deceived By those who preach and pray and teach But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter