#eli:drabble

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Character(s)::Elise and Chance Word Count::326

"Can I ask you a sort of serious question?" Elise started, eyeing Chance over the rim of her coffee cup. It was something that had been weighing on her for, well, years at this point and she wasn't even sure she would get a straight answer out of him.

He raised a brow but didn't say anything, figuring she would ask no matter what he said. She was good at that.

"Why is Azrael the person you go to for parenting advice?"

Chance blinked at her, confusion creasing his brow before he opened his mouth and answered without considering his words.

"Because I tried to murder my mother. Asking her seems a little awkward."

It was an honest answer, if nothing else.

Elise sat the mug down and took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly to keep from snorting or kicking him. "You do know there are other people you could ask, right?"

Chance did snort at that. "Like who? My father? That would be worse."

"I meant me, you fucking dumbass."

"Oh."

That thought had, shockingly, never crossed Chance's mind. He knew Elise had kids, knew that she had experience and was a far better parent than he had ever managed to be (he was trying, it was still hard), but he had never considered that he could ask her for advice.

"Oh? Really? I'm a little fucking offended," she groused, glaring at him despite the faint hint of amusement in her eyes.

"I forget you have kids," he answered with a shrug, knowing she would see the lie for what it was.

"You're an asshole."

"Yes, but you still choose to hang out with me."

"Regretting every life choice I've ever made that led up to you being my best fucking friend."

He shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. He knew not saying anything would annoy her more and he lived to annoy her some days.

"Fucking. Asshole."

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Character(s)::Elise and Chance Word Count::455 @bewitchedandblessed 

“I shot your father.” The words were out of Elise’s mouth the moment she heard the phone click. 

Chance paused, confused before asking “Why would you shoot Azrael?”

“No, dumbass, your sperm donor father.” She had been tempted to call him a dumbass again but she knew pissing him off wouldn’t do either one of them any favors.

That made more sense and couldn’t help but smirk, waiting for her to continue. Surely she had a reason. She didn’t usually resort to violence with family, especially since she had, for the most part considered Tassos her dad. 

“Are you even still there?” 

“Yes, I was waiting to see if you planned on telling me why you shot him,” he replied, a hint of irritation on his tone. 

Elise sighed, her shoulders slumping. She should know by now that Chance didn’t really speak unless prompted, which is what she needed, but she was too worked up to even think right now.

“He finally fucking showed up on my goddamn doorstep. Like, what the fuck, you know? He’s been back for months and never even bothered to fucking call? He literally just showed the fuck up, Chance. Who the fuck does that shit? And then he expected me to, what? Be fucking happy he finally showed up? So I pulled a gun on his ass and it wasn’t enough to make him leave so I fucking shot him.”

When she seemed to have reached the end of her rant, he had to ask. “And you only shot him once?”

“I mean, I barely shot him.”

“I am disappointed. You should have emptied a clip into him. I’m sure even Avalon would have understood.” Even he would have argued that it was justified. She had, from the sounds of it, given him plenty of warning.

“You’re not helpful,” she whined, sighing heavily as she finally felt some of the tension ease from her shoulders.

“We both know you didn’t call me for helpful advice. Next time, put a few rounds in his head and see if he can recover from it.”

“Thanks, Chance. Really. A+ advice. You planning on joining me in the cage in Ava’s basement?” She knew it was a low blow, he had spent a few weeks in that cage when he was younger and she knew that if he fucked up again, he was going back to the chains, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

“Funny.” His tone was flat, unamused but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. “I meant what I said. Next time use the entire clip.” 

Elise went to say something in protest, but the line had already gone dead, leaving her to her thoughts and quieted rage.

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Character(s)::Elise and Tass Word Count::382 Content Warning::Guns, gun violence @bewitchedandblessed because I know you’ve been waiting for this one xD

It was long overdue, Tassos knew that, but that only seemed to make things harder. He knew how it was going to look. He had gone to see Chance before even so much as texting Elise, but he had felt he had to see for himself that Chance was on his best behavior. The encounter had shaken him to his core, but that was hardly the point.

When he knocked, it was an unfamiliar face that opened the door and, for a moment, he wasn’t sure he had the right place. “Is...Is Elise here?” he asked, studying the boy for a moment. 

Gage shrugged before moving away from the door, but leaving it open. It wasn’t often anyone showed up looking for his mom and he figured she know who the hell the guy was. He smelled like family, but that didn’t really mean much. Plenty of family came and went.

It was only a few moments before Elise rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. It took even less time for her to have her gun drawn and leveled at his chest. 

“What the fuck do you want?” she growled, eyes darkening around the edges. He had been back months and this was the first he had even bothered with her. 

Tass had expected the anger, he had not expected her to immediately draw a gun on him. “Really, Elise? Is the gun necessary?” There was a faint whine to his tone, his attention more on the weapon than his niece. 

She shifted her arm slightly and fired a warning shot, the bullet grazing his arm and embedding in the wall. He healed fast so she didn’t see the issue with it. “Get out of my house.”

“Not until you talk to me,” he countered, frowning at the fact that she had actually fucking shot him. “I missed you.”

“We have nothing to discuss. You abandoned us,” she spat, seething and close to losing what control she did have. “I don’t give a flying fuck. If you “missed” me, you wouldn’t have waited this long. Get. Out.”

He went to take a step forward but she leveled the gun at his face. “The next shot will be in the head. Do not tempt me.”

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♬ Elise and Jake

Song: And the Boys by Angus and Julia Stone

It had been a few days since she had seen him. Work had called her away and, though she wasn’t willing to admit it, it sort of gave her a reason to stay away and think. Sleeping with him hadn’t been a mistake to her but she was worried it had been for him. 

A hesitant hand rose, poised to knock on the door, panic filling her for a moment. No on in their family really knocked, but just appearing seemed so oddly impersonal.

Swallowing, Elise buried her fears and her pride and knocked, knowing he was the only one home at this hour. 

Of course anything she might have said died in her throat the moment she saw him, her heart skipping a beat and a blush rising to her cheeks. 

He looks so perfect. 

She wanted to shake the thought from her head, but he smiled and the words damn near spilled from her lips before he could invite her in and ask why she would bother with knocking.

Of course she didn’t answer that with the truth, making up some bs about not wanting to accidentally walk in on anyone doing anything–