Gaze was intent, focused on the other, a furrow to brows
and a pinch to lips. WAR-- a brutal subject, taking lives
and destroying cities in its wake, tearing families apart
and shaking realities for victims caught in the crossfire.
A subject that Elliot regretted almost as soon as it past
his lips, given the other’s reaction to the concept of it.
A lost family, stolen by the horrors of war, and the thought
that war should come for him next.
Words left him in a weak utterance, the feeling of trying
but failing washing through him. He wanted to reassure
Pietro that war should not take him, but his thoughts
wouldn’t form into the proper words. Only an attempt at
disproving the statement.