#elias002

[myth01s]

Duplicate || Tuah & Elias

@mreliasjohnson

Out of the things that could happen, Tuah certainly didn’t expect this. He was seeing duplicates everywhere, sometimes triplets or quadruplets when a shapeshifter happened to be in a crowd. It didn’t help if one was fully covered either, since their ability had always been able to mirror the person they shapeshift in down to the very atom, if they’re skilled. It was entertaining to watch it unfold, though not so much when he was involved. He couldn’t blame the shapeshifters either once he learnt that they had no control over their own power. He had to wonder, however, if this had something to do with the full moon; strange things always happened during these times of the month, after all. He couldn’t be sure since there was no news that officially address the issue, though there had been reports of similar sighting throughout Astoria.

Tuah was careful not to bump into people, wanting to minimise the effect as much as he could. He didn’t want to deal with another him again for the day. He planned to head back to his home, or perhaps visit one of his friends to check on them. Tried as he might, however, he still bumped into someone as he turned to a corner, letting out a loud yelp (he’d deny this afterwards) and quickly taking a step back. “Sorry, sorry,” he quickly apologised before realising who it was. “Elias,” Tuah sighed in relief, before furrowing his brows as he looked at the witch curiously. “You are Elias, yes? Not someone who looks exactly like him?”

[liliumss]

When Lily’s shift comes to an end, she feels dead on her feet. She’s changes and is on the way out the door when her phone pings with a calendar alert, reminding her that she agreed to get coffee with that guy. They’d settled on somewhere down the street, just a few blocks away. Lily sighs and heads that direction, trying to be more upbeat about it. It’ll be nice to meet someone new, and he seemed sweet over text. 

The bell above the door dings as she enters the shop. It’s a nice place, clearly on the busier side of things. She places her order at the counter, a latte with an extra shot to carry her through. Once the drink is in her hand, she looks for someone who may be waiting on someone else. She spots a familiar face and approaches, wondering if perhaps it’s her mysterious coffee date. 

“Elias Boot?” She asks, smiling kindly. “You don’t happen to be the Eli that sent me a wrong number text, are you?” 

@the-elias-boot​

[adelaidehollingsworth-blog]

It was like his face was begging her to punch him, and while Adelaide didn’t like resorting to violence (in most occasions), whenever she saw him, she was only reminded of the night that part of the city hall was destroyed, and along with it, the thought of having to kill her own sibling for a greater good kind of purpose. Maybe it wasn’t actually him she was reminded of, but herself and the monster she could truly be, and maybe she owed it to him. Or maybe, she just liked fighting fire with fire. “You’re still here? I thought this town was too boring for you?”

@eliasblackwell

[desertsiren]

starter for @r3m3mb3r-m3-n0t​

It’s been a long time since Oliver had an episode like this. He’s not even sure what the sound was that triggered it, only knows that the quick snap of it through the air felt like it shattered his ear drums. Sound is so much louder here, or is it just the fucking people, he thinks bitterly as he staggers to a stop next to a low wall.

The dizziness comes in waves, just like the last time as his inner ear continues echoing. It’s the worst version of diving confusion - and he’s not even moving. This isn’t the worst bout he’s had - some of the ship noises in the ports had felt like they were crushing the very Song in his body with their intensity. Sweat drips down the back of his neck and he wipes it away with no small amount of irritation. Losing water always drags these things out, but he can’t even sit up without leaning in circles like an idiot much less hold a bottle steady.

With a groan he lets his legs fold to sit on the wall, wiping his face before his trembling hands fall, elbows braced on his knees. Beyond the ringing, he can hear people mumbling in confusion, but none stop to check on him. Typical. Just a few minutes, he promises himself. Just a little break and it’ll be over.