#c.elliot

[alckzandria]

i have loved the stars too fondly » elliot + alek

@elliotxmills

Since living away from family, the holidays were always an exciting time for Alekzandria. Having never celebrated a... traditional Christmas, there was always something so thrilling about having the freedom to exchange gifts with her friends. With the holiday ballet production coming to an end, she was finally getting around to delivering gifts to their respective people. Taking the time to put consideration into each item, the last thing Alek wanted was to have dance come in the way of giving her friends something truly meaningful.

With all of the chaos that unfolded at the sculpting event, Alek decided that arriving that Elliot’s dorm unannounced was a necessity, regardless of the gifts she beared. Knocking gently on the door, she peeked the door open slightly; not yet looking inside, her voice oozing into the room like thick, rich honey. “Hey, you,” she mused, “I hope you don’t mind me popping by. Is... this an okay time?” 

[appellemoiange]

@elliotmurdock  ✷ closed.

Heavenly layers of pale silk and beaded organza draped from her hips, swirling like seafoam in rolling waves as she expertly floated her way through the crowd. Though she could see many men to her sides who hoped to grab her attention, there was only one she wanted to find: the young man who’d come to see her a few times now, and who looked at her with the type of eyes she had not seen in years. He sparked a curiosity in her that could not be sated with patience.

“There is a saying I’ve never liked,” she mused, thin fingers grazed across the young man’s back, from shoulder to shoulder, as she rounded his chair. “’Only the good die young’. It is so sad, no?” She extended a leg behind her, foot curling around the leg of a chair to pull it beneath her so she could land in a spot beside him. 

“But with you, mon amour, I am glad to see such a handsome face in heaven.” She takes his hand between her own, gently dragging her fingernails over the back of his hand. “Are you good? Or have you gotten lost on your way to the underworld? You do not seem like the type to favor such debauchery as L’Enfer, but I've been wrong before” 

[bharisinclair]

@elliotmurdock​ ❈ closed.

They were to meet at half past noon for lunch, but truth be told he needed to get away from his apartment, the Boulevard, and the Moulin, so he showed up to the little bookshop early. He’d become a busybody as of late, especially with Le Figaro allowing him to work remotely a few days a week. Bhari needed to be in the presence of someone besides Modo--the ugly gray cat he regarded as a roommate rather than a pet. 

Meandering around the many bookshelves, he patiently waited for the young man’s shift to end. “People aren’t reading enough these days,” he mused to Elliot behind the counter. “At least not the right things. The Journal is worse than ever with those gossip hounds.”