#aesop x eli

[aurizzm]

[scenesniper]

☆ aesop carl x eli clark ; my beloved

disclaimer / angst & obscure mention of sex

word count / 751 words

in which eli and gertrude aren't dating nor engaged, rather promised childhood lovers that they love each other. aesop in the midst of this promise still encourages eli to marry gertrude after they get released from the manor.

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my beloved is my favorite person. i find it difficult to believe he wanted to stay with me but i'd rather not dwell on why.

i was intrigued by him. for sleepless months, i couldn't fathom on why, and why only him, why was he the only one that made me experience these foreign feelings? at the time, i refused to believe i was infatuated and instead, resentment blossomed in place. i despised his entire existence, his way of living and just the trifling fact that he is living. alive, breathing, noisy, free, infuriating.

until eventually, those bitter walls broke down. i indulged in the man i promised myself to hate. when i look at him, i don't want to plague him with my sins. rather, i'm more so concerned of my beating heart that peculiarly beats for another living.

why is it that i want to be cradled in his arms as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear to comfort me throughout this behemoth night? why is it that i want to rip out my heart for him and pour my entire being to him? so many whys' with no answers. if anything, these new thoughts only leaves me in a perplexed and disoriented state.

but as uncertain i am with it all, i do know i came to love this new beautiful way of life. i want to go sightseeing the beautiful stars with him that he so admirably speaks about. i want to teach him how to dance with the moonlight as our audience. i want to wake up with the sun shining on me and his face on my chest. i want to leave everything behind. my bloodied hands, stained from my sins and the lifeless bodies waiting for me at the morgue to pull me down to hell. i want to run away, away from my mother's dead body, away from my mentor, away from this cursed manor. i want to forget it all and start anew with him by my side.

and yet, i knew how this would all start and end every since the beginning. maybe because he whispered another name deep in the night. maybe because when i look in his eyes, i know that he is longing another that's not me. it was as if god was mocking me but really, when was god truly on my side?

the entire world was in my hands, ony for it to be easily taken away from my grasp as easily it was to feel and have it all. but still, couldn't i finally have something that i can call "mine" for once? don't i deserve this after everything? am i not allowed to anything?

i envy that very promised lover that he so dearly talks about.

"gertrude."

would he so lovingly call my name like he does to her? would he talk about me to others so tenderly? such a thing won't happen until the day i die. why is that? would he choose me over her if she was here? i can only wonder endlessly.

i want to consume his every thought, be the one that visits him in his dreams, plague him to the point where he forgets about her. in the end, why does my efforts become meaningless? why does he still talk about her so admirably? but hate doesn't change what's been done.

i can only imagine the sun luminously shining down on him, his hands wrapped around another person's waist that isn't mine, his blindfold no where to be seen. his stone warm blue eyes that he used to show me and only me, is now exposed to someone else as he has the audacity to lean down to give a kiss. the very lips that i intoxicated.

there is no more waking up in the early morning cocooned on his chest, the faint scent of morning dew protruding into the room and the sound of birds chirping away outside, oblivious of their freedom. and there is no more whys or wants in my life. i can only feel my heart bursting on fire and pray that he can feel how distraught i am, even though i know my agonizing thoughts will only be known to the oblivion.

"i love you, eli."

[totally-correct-idv]

special post for my return to this blog

[landauciel]

GO GET YOUR MAN

[earthboundeli]

hi elisop nation. They write music together 🗣

[gigglingauspice-archived]

hello elisop nation.

[alfredoswauce]

elisop elisop elisop

theyre married

theyre husbands

[princesserii]

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Identity V - The Promised Neverland AU

Edits of screenshots I took from TPN S1. Decided to use characters from my latest obsession, IdV. Am I the only one who thinks the two are sorta similar? Who knows, I might make it a full blown fanfic or I might do a part 2 to this. For now, take the concept I scrawled into my notes at 4am:

Death had always seemed like a normal part of life to Aesop. There was no escaping it. One day you simply stopped existing. For most of his life he’d accepted that fact. He had a happy life at the Winston House, happy adopted siblings and a happy father, Joseph. All this time he’d just assumed that one day in the far future death would finally come for him and he could say he truly had lived a good life.

That was until the night him and Eli went to the Gate.

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