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ELIAS BARRAD & MALIK THOMAS ICC | SUMMER 106 ADD

Setting: Malik returns from the hallway after his chat with Regulus during the Bloodbath. Elias has been waiting and worried because he's a big softie like that.

Elias: Elias went to follow Malik when he left the suite, worried about what sort of trouble he might find for himself, but even more about the state of his hands after the visceral reaction to the happenings at the bloodbath. Satin, helpful as ever, suggested he give Malik some time, so Elias has busied himself preparing a salve in the kitchen. When he sees Malik come in he waves. "Come here and let me look at that hand so there aren't any new scars for Millie to worry over."

Malik: The conversation with Regulus has been surprisingly pleasant. While the older victor's words were not necessarily comforting, Malik appreciated the honesty. He came back to the suites a little calmer - albeit embarrassed. The cuts on his hands didn't necessarily hurt but he was ashamed of losing his cool like that, which was why he was going straight for his room when Elias called out to him. "Oh, man. Hey. You don't need to do that," the older of the two blushes slighly but walks to Elias regardless while chewing on the inside of his cheeks. "So what happened? With the fight?"

Elias: sighing, Elias holds his hand out expectantly for Malik's "I'm a healer, of course I have to do this," he reminds his friend as he looks over the damage. It isn't terrible, but a little salve can only help. He can't bring himself to look Malik in the eye as he begins to dab the concoction onto the cuts. "She... made a bargain. The older five. Her life for the kid. Still went out fighting. The cameras made some strange cuts, it was hard to follow, but the little one, he's alive. For now."

Malik: He avoids the eyes of his friend and the District One mentor but he gives his hands to Elias despite his embarrassment. Overall, dealing with the Hunger Games had become easier but there was something about these games... A sigh leaves Malik's lips as he frowns, not flinching as Elias applies the salve. "A bargain? That's... that's new. Fucking hell." A sigh leaves his lips as he finally looks into Elias's eyes. "...how are you doing? Are you and Satin.... are you guys doing okay?"

Elias: he snorts a little at that question and quirks an eyebrow. "Are any of us okay? But I mean... Maybe it was easier to watch this than to learn about what my tribute did to hers last round. Their hearts weren't in it. Not like... yeah." Elias shrugs and reaches for the bandages. "Just, keep this on the right hand for tonight, okay? You can ditch it tomorrow."

Malik: "Yeah... that's... yeah, you're right." He shakes his head a little and snorts at the younger man's words. Of course, none of it ever got easier and his conversation with Regulus confirmed that. "I shouldn't have bolted out like that. I should have been there for you both. I'm sorry." The tips of his ears turn pink but he nods towards Elias as he absent mindedly holds the bandage over his right hand. "It's weird. I never thought I would have wanted volunteers but after tonight..." His eyebrows furrow as he thinks of Manu again and shakes his head. "Maybe not. Have you spoken with Jet?"

Elias: He shakes his head and turns away from Malik, pulling a bottle and a couple of shot glasses down from the cabinet. "No. I'll call tomorrow. She knows... yeah." Turning back to Mal, Elias raises the glasses up as an offering. "No worries about bolting, okay? Sometimes it's too much. Wanna hang out in mine for a bit? I can't - they're done, and I need a break. The kid - it's too real," he admits. Poppy is so little, but it's inevitable. She will grow. one day, her name will be in that bowl. Never more than one name a year, but does it always matter?

Malik: He takes the drink gratefully and nods towards Elias as he downs the shot in one quick gulp. It was definitely too real. The pain in his hands was subsiding thanks to the salve and the alcohol but the reality of the Hunger Games was still everywhere around them. 'Yeah, that sounds good,' he nods and offers Elias a small smile as he grabs the bottle of whiskey and nods towards the other man's room. He knows that there are no comforting words he can offer the other victor because just one name could still be called. That was the bullshit that was the Hunger Games. 'It terrifies me, you know. The thought of having kids. I still don't know how you don't lose your mind.'

Elias: glasses in hand, Elias starts down the hall and nods gravely at Malik's words. he didn't ever think he would be a parent. Before he'd met Jet, he had never intended to survive the arena. Hell, until his sister had died.... "I do lose my mind. every day, I think. I don't know what I would do if - I don't know how I'll cope when she's among the others and not with Jet. still... she's a gift. I never, ever thought I'd be a parent." Elias opens his door and lets Malik through first before moving to the little table. He slumps into the chair, grabs the bottle, and pours out two shots. "I'm honestly terrified every day that I'll fuck it up, but Jet... she's a good partner. We balance each other, I think . Our worries are different, so we compensate when the other is dealing with the hard parts." Thinking of his family, Elias tosses back the shot and wills himself to feel the burn of the liquor as it courses down his throat

Malik: Malik follows Elias to the room where he sits opposite the young man while taking the shot glass in hand. He's a little slower to drink this time and it takes him a couple of sips to finish the harsh liquor, even though it does go down easier now. "I don't know very much about parenting, obviously, but from what I can tell, you're both doing a good job." He smiles a little as he thinks of Poppy. "She's a really happy kid." Children had always been something that Malik had wanted but he was still single and now, it didn't see that a family was in his future. His shoulders slump slightly as he reached for the bottle again, unable to stop his mind from driftng to Stella. "You should let people help more, though. I really do enjoy spending time with Poppy and you both need that time together too. Speaking of," pausing, Malik looks up with a smile. "Are you going to go ring shopping while you're here?"

Elias: "I dunno. You're great with Poppy. I think, jokes aside, you've got better instincts than you give yourself credit for." Elias meant it. Malik had been a huge help to their family. Poppy adored her uncle, regardless of whether they shared blood. In his mind, Elias thought Malik and Millie did enough, so it was hard to imagine that they weren't asking enough. Plus, he thought and shared aloud, "I mean, we do enjoy spending time with our kid. She's ours. We appreciate everything you all do, but even when it's hard, most days all I want is to sing her to sleep and guard her through the night." It had taken nearly a year for Elias to leave her room willingly at night, in fact. Too many bad memories haunted him to simply trust. Malik's next question caught Elias off guard though. He coughed around the shot he'd just downed, scrambling to cover his mouth so he wouldn't spit the whiskey onto the table or Mal. "shit, didn't I tell you? Um. When Millie watched Poppy? Just before the games? Yeah. She said yes," Elias smiled softly. "The Florakis family helped me make a ring. I know what they do isn't like, the most... Yeah. But Missy is a good kid. It made sense to go to her for input."

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Inside Information / Malik Thomas inventa la vita all’interno di oggetti iconici

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characters as mythology  —> Malik Thomas & Aurelia Morandi as Hades & Persephone

Persephone always brings back a bouquet of roses when she returns, greets Hades with a long, drawn  out kiss. She lets him bury his Godhead in her black spring locks while she dusts the soot off of him. [x]

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Astrid Silveira & Malik Thomas ICC | 12 JUN 15

Astrid: -She'd just picked up Lachlan from her parents' to take him 'home' to the exceptionally humble little house halfway across town that she'd only moved into a couple of months ago--despite the protests of her mother, who still insisted that Astrid should come back to the mayoral estate. Pride had always gotten the best of Astrid though, and she's determined to prove herself as an adult and, most importantly, as a mother. She's carried her eighteen month old on her hip most of the way, but his squirming and her tiredness from working all day has her setting him to his feet to toddle beside her as they near the marketplace. Everything's fine until she sees a pretty necklace that catches her eye. Her eyes are only off of him for a few seconds, but when she looks back to where he'd been, he's nowhere to be seen... lost amongst the patrons coming and going on their way home from their own jobs.- Lachlan? -Trying to keep the panic from her voice as she scans the area.-

Malik Thomas: - For two months after the funeral of his young wife, Malik refused to leave home for any reason other than cemetery visits. Despite everyone telling him that time healed all wounds, the newest victory only felt that his days were getting harder. He didn't want to be around people and the only reason he even ends up finding himself in the market today is one of his best friends' birthday. Without Laila, the victor isn't sure that he could have gotten through the recent weeks so he's determined to get her something nice. Despite the heat, he's covered up from head to toe and he's nervous to make physical contact with anyone that passes him. He doesn't want recognition so he keeps his head low until he reached a jewelry stands but his brown eyes shoot up curiously for all the wrong reasons. It only takes him seconds to recognise Astrid and her panicked cries and he doesn't think twice before walking to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. - Is everything okay?

Astrid: -She jumps just slightly at the touch, but she turns to look up at Malik before she's pulling away to start pushing through the crowd of people.- Lachlan. He was right here. -Her eyes are pleading as she looks back to Malik, hoping that he follows. That he'll help.- He can't have gotten far, right?

Malik: - He blinks at first as his tired mind attempts to register what's going on. It takes him a second in his sleep deprived state but his eyebrows knot together when he realises just what Astrid is implying. - He's lost? - He blinks, raising his head and standing up tall for the first time in months. It may have been a while since he's seen Astrid but his worries for Lachlan haven't seized. In seconds, he's already overtaken Astrid and he weaves through the crowd of people, unable to spot the little boy. Finally, after what seems like hours when it's only been minutes, he hears crying by a pastry stand and he bolts towards it, his heart thumping in relief when he sees an elderly woman crouching and attempting to calm the scared little boy. - Astrid! Over here!

Astrid: -Seeing that Malik's taken one direction, she starts to head in the other, mentally beating herself over the head for letting him get away... hardly stopping to think how it's bound to happen to every mother at least once. Her heart is in her throat until she hears her name. She changes course, moving faster than she would have thought possible for her exhausted legs a few minutes ago. She's profusely thanking the old lady as she checks over the boy that had already held out his arms to Malik, who was at least a little familiar.- And to think, I was excited when he learned to walk.. -She sighs.-

Malik: - By the time Astrid reaches them, the young victor is already crouching down with Lachlan and attempting to wipe his eyes. It's been a good few months since the little boy has seen him so he's a little surprised that the little boy remembers him as well as he does but when his little arms extend, the victor can't help but smile for the first time in what seems like a lifetime as he picks up the stressed out boy. - I'm sure it happens to everyone. - he smiles sadly at Astrid as he gently pats Lachlan's back. - He's fine. It's just curiosity at this age. But he's fine so don't beat yourself up. He's a smart little man. He wouldn't have gone too far.

Astrid: -Hardly thinks about the Victor's personal space or the fact that they've barely talked in months as she crowds in to get close to her little one. Her smile shows her exhaustion and her relief too.- I appreciate the effort, but I'm hardly feeling like Mom of the Year material here.. -pushing fingers into the little boy's ringlets--so like Leander's--and pressing her lips to his tear streaked cheeks.- But thanks, Malik. I know this can't possibly be what you ventured into town for.

Malik: - He shakes his head slightly at Astrid's worried tone and reaches out to gently squeeze her upper arm before moving back to gently stroke at Lachlan's cheeks. - I think you're very much Mum of the Year. And I think he agrees too. - Already, the little boy was trying to find his smile again and the young victor can't help but chuckle slightly. It's been so long since he's laughed. It almost sounds hoarse. Astrid's comment snap him back to reality and he shrugs his shoulder slightly, his tired expression kind but a little tense.- It's really nothing. I'm actually glad to see you both. I'm just picking up a gift, nothing special. - he pauses, realising that having Lachlan in his arms calms him a lot.- To be honest, I didn't really want to come out here but I'm glad I did.

Astrid: -She rolls her eyes, but she's a little pleased in her way that he could think so highly of her.- He gets heavy quick.. I can take him if you want.. -but she's surprised at how natural Malik looks.. how much more at ease than she's seen him for a long time.- We were just heading to our place, but we could help you look.. I used to be pretty good at that sort of thing.. -thinking back to when she had helped Leander shop for his sister.-

Malik: - He smiles slightly and shakes his head, his hold strengthening a little as Astrid offers to take the boy back. - No, he's fine. He's not heavy. I figure I can give you a little break, anyway. - Really, the young man knows that five minutes won't make too much difference but he's strangely reluctant to let Astrid and Lachlan go just yet. It had been so long since he'd seen the little boy , he'd almost forgotten just how happy the child made him. Maybe it had been too difficult to see Astrid so soon after Ellen but now, the victor feels more relieved than panicked.- Yeah? I'd appreciate that. I was just going to get her a bottle of cognac but maybe that's not appropriate for a woman... it's for Laila, by the way. I've been seeing her a lot.

Astrid: -She laughs.- Oh, I don't know. I could probably do with a bottle of the stuff to have a glass or so after this little guy eventually gets to sleep. Watching as the baby smooshe's Malik'a cheeks between his little hands l.- But maybe not JUST cognac or a lady might get the wrong idea.