#thread: eli

[howellmaxen]

for: @eremington location: Restaurant in Drotwich

Howell wasn't ready to be a hot commodity, maybe that was a bit presumptuous to say he was hot. More like a lukewarm interest he was sure simmered lightly for these supernatural beings he was being thrust towards. He could only imagine if those on council were as affluent as his family with the addition of unreal age and otherworldly power at their finger tips that they must stay bored.

The invitation had been formal, written up nicely on fine stationary with excellent penmanship. God now he was judging their penmanship like some grade school teacher. No, he had promised himself he'd go into this open minded. He had questions that needed answers and making enemies even if just in his head wasn't going to get him anywhere. Inside the bar glowed with a yellow light against the array of bottles dominating the space. Velvet chairs and carved wooden tables dotted the tiled floor. Smells of all kinds wafted from the kitchen, not to be overwhelmed by the floral perfume of the hostess. As they walked to the back, Howell took in those around him, noting if anyone was watching him or the man he was a guest off. "I do hope you are Elijah Remington, or did I just embarrass myself?"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@nightwhispcrs

Abe should be used to this kind of stuff by now. He hates the thought that he could die again. He looks over at his best friend, terrified. "Shit. What do we do?"

[heartfullofxfright]

@babyitsmagic for morgan

“you  always  meant  the  world  to  me. i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that.”

[starsaligncd]

OPEN to anyone who wants to assume connections

       The world was a ridiculous place. People tore each other apart like animals, killed their closest family, and expected it to be okay. That they could do whatever they wanted, to get what they desired. And Eli was incredibly relieved that he no longer actively worked as a spy, for he did not want to know whatever was bubbling underneath the surface. Because this was bad enough already. Of course he knew he hadn’t left all evil behind when fleeing Spring Court -- hell, he knew there was much more evil festering everywhere else than in his original home. But for his own taste, it hadn’t been long enough since the last catastrophe he had to witness. To keep his mind occupied and his hands busy, he’d returned to the task he found so much peace in. Away from his blacksmith’s shop, he returned to the most simple task there was; a piece of wood in one hand, a knife in the other, carving a stake bit by bit. A pair of shoes appeared in his peripheral vision, and a sigh escaped his lips. “I’m not interested in talking about the dead king. So if you’ve come to do that, you can leave. If there’s something else, feel free,” he added, gesturing to the free space next to him.

[malwritesitall]

@starslght​ / @starswrites​

       with a grunt, elijah rutger lightly placed the last box of cabernet sauvignon on the bar floor and listened to the bottles clank together inside. a bead of sweat rolled down his nose,  so he brought his index finger up to the bridge of it and wiped it off. tuesday was always delivery day for the bar, and he had to get the wine brought in before the lakefield ladies started day-drinking. the queens of the kooks. unloading delivery trucks had to be one of his favorite jobs. there was no contact with the kooks, no supervision, and the only company he had was the alt. rock music filling his ears. “rutger ---- hey -- rutger!” he heard the shout from between drum beats, and he quickly ripped his headphones from his ears. “ what? -- sorry, sir?” he eyed his boss, conrad emerson, one of the wealthiest men on the island. “you finished? tee time is almost over in thirty minutes, and the carts need washing before the course opens back up after lunch.” he couldn’t control how his shoulders sagged at another order given by his boss when all he wanted to do was take off. why wash the carts anyway? they never got dirty and hardly ever looked used --- but the boss liked for them to shine. “sure -- got it.” he raked his fingers through his short, shaggy brunette hair and headed towards the side doors of the bar that led towards the pool area. stepping through the doors, he turned the corner and was met with a collision. with a few steps back, he steadied himself while reaching out and taking the wrist of the person he bumped into. he didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. the scent of vanilla honey shampoo and sea salt filled his nostrils. that was all it took. “hey -- sorry, mama. don't you know to look both ways before while crossing the wave pool? who knows, someone might sweep you up.."" 

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@nightwhispcrs

Auden held Eli's hand as they walked together, looking around the museum. "Thank you for exploring this museum with me. It's amazing."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@nightwhispcrs

Auden sat in their store, looking over some things when they heard the bell ring. They look up, smiling when they see Eli. "Eli! I'm so glad to see you! I have something to tell you."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@nightwhispcrs (for a random starter)

Abe set the snacks down in front of Eli, sighing as he sits down. "I'm glad we can have this night to hang out. Things have been so busy lately. How have you been?"