#elivingdead

[thewhitesaint]

Within two strides he'd caught up with Elijah, cassock whipping. "Boy." Rosten's gaunt fingers dug into Elijah's shoulder, spinning him round. "Now, I know there's something more than human in ya," he breathed, face livid, "but there's a child too--and it's that kid I'm addressing."

[thewhitesaint]

Daddy George, can you dance too? -eli

He is instantly glad that his face does not move much.“Never really was much good.”George remembers late nights in greasy bars, remembers girls with golden pin-curls and Nat King Cole on the jukebox–Who taught you to dance, Bart? Velma’s voice echoes, brassy and clear, through the decades. Your grandma?“Had other things on my mind.” His eye narrows. “Why d’you ask, kid?”Only later will he wonder why he spoke to the boy like an adult.

[sidewalkofthecity]

Wehhh- eh....ep. - Eli

Do I need to call your mother?

Do I?

Do I?

[losttothefire-archive]

Peter? Are you alright--

Is that a baby?

What-- what's a baby doing here..?