[petitperrie]

festivus | per, els, mal & ev

[petitperrie]

She took two quick sips from the bottle, a trickle of whiskey splashing down the front of her white sleeveless blouse. She ignored it, keeping her eyes on his thin face, and took a drag off her cigarette. He possessed none of the vapid bravado that radiated from the other drunken males in the vicinity. Her jaw relaxed as her eyes surveyed his sharp nose and prominent cleft chin, searching for some indicator to explain the sudden magnetism she felt toward him. “Preoccupied? That’s cute. You use interesting words.” She tilted her head back slightly, careful to avoid blasting him with cigarette smoke as she exhaled. ”Maybe you can rescue me from this lame-assed party. What’s your name?”  

[xxelias]

"I do.." He trailed, unsure if she meant that as a compliment or an insult, suddenly bubbling over with self-doubt; perhaps he was as irreparably out of place as he felt, but then again, so was she. In fact, she reminded him a bit of Evan, though each were seemingly incomparable in their own ways. Fingering a cigarette from the pack with abnormal ease, he place the soothing white paper against his fresh stinging lips and lit up before answering her second question. "Elias." He said crisply, almost wondering if he had made the foreign tasting name up before recalling that at once upon a time, in a far away place, he was a completely different person; someone perhaps deserving of a name like that. "I don't know if I'm the right person to be anyone's savior. Sorry." He apologized, taking a step back from her, but not walking away. "What's your name?" He ask distractedly as he exhaled a sultry ring of smoke and looked down at one hand, which trembled slightly as she spoke.

[petitperrie]

festivus | per, els, mal & ev

She chucked the whiskey bottle at the boy, perhaps too forcefully, and wedged one of the cigarettes between her lips. “Go easy on it. I don’t want to talk to another dumbshit to get more.” His starkly pallid face almost glowed in the harsh streetlights, the shadows concealing various parts of his angular face as she tilted her head to one side. “I’m guessing you don’t go to school here.” She puffed out a cloud of smoke. “Me neither. Did your girlfriend drag you here? Or—” she glanced at the tall boy in a cardigan who kept looking at them “—your boyfriend maybe?”

[xxelias]

His hands fumbled awkwardly around the bottle thrust bitterly in his direction and he stood utterly uncertain of himself for the first time in a long time; what had he been doing again? He felt inexplicably dazed and directionless as if she had changed up only his personal gravity. Gripping the bottle by the neck with one hand, he freed the other up to fish anxiously through his pockets in a gentlemanly attempt to light the girl's cigarette, but she had managed already in the time it took him to succeed in uselessly finding his lighter. He almost apologized and then caught himself, giving his jaw a sharp, dutiful bite. At last opening the bottle he'd been needlessly nursing, he brought the harsh amber liquid up to his soft, flesh lips and winced as he gulped a considerable amount in a single shot before blindly pushing the bottle back in the dark brunette's direction. Shaking his head, Elias tried to put her rhetorical question in perspective. "Neither." He said dryly, almost secretly gasping as the flames bubbled down in the pit of his stomach and at the back of his throat. "I don't.. I'm not currently preoccupied with another person?" He attempted, not sure exactly what he meant, only that he was trying desperately to get across that he was single and not as much of a freak as he seemed.

[nevedamage]

[petitperrie]

festivus | per, els, mal & ev

She sucked in a huge breath—chest swelling, cheeks expanding— and opened her mouth to shout at the skeletal, pointy-chinned boy who foolishly wandered into her path, but the deep, dead blackness of his eyes sucked her anger away. Perrie expelled the breath quickly and clicked her tongue. “Hey lost boy, you got a cig I can bum? Or better yet—” she wiggled her fingers into the tiny pocket of her tight cut-offs and produced a wad of brown, wrinkled dollars. “—you got a few to spare? I’ll give you a dollar a smoke.” She cradled the Maker’s bottle and waved the dollars under the boy’s nose. 

[xxelias]

Waving his hand dismissively at her dirtier than usual looking wad of bills, Elias stood straight, correcting his slumping posture and rounded shoulders to stick an over sized hand into the too small pocket of his own jeans retrieving a pack of cigarettes. Opening them up, he examined the pack for a lengthy moment in a steady silence then pursed his lips before plucking three from the six left and handing them over to the girl. Her accent had been thick and her voice slightly dark, it reminded him of the muddy water which surrounded the city and filled the bayous. It also made him think momentarily of Evan, and as he flicked the Bic he'd removed from his waning pack of smokes, he remembered they'd come there to find the girl. Glancing around idly, now realizing he was lost at the party.. as much as one could be lost in a frat house, he decided to give up the cause and focus on a new one: entertaining the exotic looking creature who'd walked into his path. "Don't worry about the money," He began then inclined his head towards the bottle she clung so passionately too, "just share a little of that with me?" It wasn't so much a question as a command, and he knew he was charming her in all the wrong ways, but at least it was working.

[friendshipstates]

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[xxelias]

Leave a  ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

[xxelias]

❝normalcy | els & mal

[onemalachi]

"What am I going to say?" Malachi’s lips curved into a frown, and he gestured toward Evan. "To her, you mean? I don’t know. Something like, ‘met any hot ladies who want to get with an awkward dork like me?’ or ‘yo where’s the party at?’" He chuckled at his own joke and picked at the cuff of his cardigan, embarrassed that he’d given Elias an infantile grope earlier. He checked for oncoming traffic before hurrying across the street, hoping that Elias would follow him.

Evan was still chatting with the blonde Adonis. She was more animated than usual, chattering away while the fratboy grinned, amused. A rumble of what felt like jealousy erupted in Malachi’s stomach, but he wasn’t upset that Evan was talking to other guys. It was more of a protective jealousy, the possessiveness an older brother might have for his little sister. He watched as the frat boy gave Evan a final grin and headed up the stairs of the frathouse. He reached for Elias but retracted his hand, afraid to touch him again. “She’s by herself now. Come on, let’s go.”

[xxelias]

Who else would I be talking about? Elias wondered sardonically, but said nothing instead only giving a slow, grim nod. Tucking his long thin hands into the equally thin and oversized pockets of the cardigan he wore, he shook his head this time; preforming an action opposite to its predecessor in response Malachi’s imagined jests while giving the other boy a friendly look of pity. “When have you ever said you where’s the party at?” He questioned aloud this time, his outrage at the other’s word choice clearly evident – it seemed strange to him, neither ironic nor genuine, just ill fit and out of place, but he didn’t know Malachi very well and it was extremely possible he had misjudged his seemingly stoic, loner status. Perhaps he was the type of kid to say unusual things like either of the camp choices he’d decided upon, but Elias had decided that he was now very much lost in translation when it came to Malachi Stark.

I guess no one is really what they seem.

He sure as hell wasn’t.

His eyes followed his friend’s line of vision and he observed the feral looking girl; another wild beast trapped among the innocent, primed for an unsuspecting tragedy to take place. If they had followed her here for any good reason, he had forgotten it now, but it was a little too late to retract his mistake and make the hike back to Robichaux’s alone. Stalking on Malachi’s heels, looking much like a retro horror show monster, perhaps Nosferatu or a stretched version of Frankenstein’s monster, he wished for some divine intervention while staring down at his shoes and when he glanced up he was somehow face to face with a startled looking, wide-eyed brunette clutching a bottle of whiskey protectively to her chest.

[book-choco-loco]

pussy game too strong

[saturdaysundae]

[xxelias]

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

"Yes and no. I miss the people I once associated with where I used to live. It has been more difficult starting over than I previously imagined, though I'm not terribly upset by the slow pacing of the relationships I suppose I'm passively creating." He explains, his dark eyes studying the other boys for long moment while he speaks, as if he were trying to pry into his reasoning for such a question.

[xxelias]

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

"I'm by myself nearly all the time, so I couldn't say that I'm any different that  how you perceive me to be. Perhaps I am a little more honest and open, but then it hardly does any good because I'm incapable of sharing that side of myself in the company of others." His words form slowly, thoughtfully even as trails his fingers along the back of his neck, grazing the skin there with his long white nails before soothing the scratches with the cool pads of his fingertips.

[xxelias]

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

"Of course. My life is tangled with them." He says in vague introspection issuing a blinding veil of smoke from his nostrils and making a steeple with the bony structures of his long hands. "There are none I would speak candidly on though.. not yet."

[xxelias]

❝normalcy | els & mal

[onemalachi]

"Is it some kind of mental technique you can utilize and know where to go? Or is it more like a scent enhancement?" Malachi sniffed the air, but only the stench of damp, rotting leaves and beer and vomit baked by the sun filled his nasal passages. He glanced at his companion, whose stark and angular jaw rigidly suppressed a smile. Malachi guessed that Elias spent a lot of time rigidly denying himself any pleasures like smiling or laughing. He projected a stoic martyr vibe, and Malachi didn’t know whether he should ignore the facade or respectfully fear it. 

"Oh. I get it." He nodded and shifted his gaze to the crumbling sidewalk. "I’m over-thinking that too." He felt a drizzle of rain tickle the back of his hand, but his skin was dry. Evan’s face appeared in his mind, and he took it as a sign that Elias was leading them in the right direction. 

The lights of the campus illuminated the entire street, a beacon against the grey haze shrouding the moon and stars. A roaring din of shouts, cackles and thumping bass sent a shiver of dread through his bones. Instinctively, like a child fearing separation from his mother, he grabbed Elias’s hand, the icy, rigid bones in his fingers a stark contrast to his own fleshy, calloused hand. “I don’t know if I can go in there. It’s gonna be filled with obnoxious, drunken douchebags who’ll probably make fun of me the second I step through the door. The noise is already unbearable, and we’re still a hundred feet away from the party.” He surveyed the porch of the frat house that was overrun with blondes in tight skirts and their meaty, knuckle-dragging male counterparts, each clutching a plastic cup in their hands and screaming at one another over the music.

A jet of smoke caught his eye, and he saw her, curls bouncing as she flicked her cigarette while she chattered on to some blonde guy in khakis, his Greek letters plastered over his left breast. “There she is.” He pointed her out to Elias. He thought about letting go of his hand, but instead gripped it tighter. “So are we going in?”

[xxelias]

“Twitter.” He said, retrieving his phone from the overly snug pocket of his jeans and giving it a little telling shake, the bright screen with the jarring bird logo drifting haphazardly before the other boy’s eyes. Elias longed to laugh at Malachi’s enthusiasm for their abnormal natures, but he thought the better of it and looked away instead placing the hard bulge of his phone back from where he’d retrieved it. He wanted to stutter some insincere words of comfort to eradicate the guilt he felt for being so blunt towards the only person which might or might not be his friend and ally, but the words wouldn’t come; they instead hung in the skinny, empty hollow of his throat like a thick mucus he couldn’t quite swallow down. There was no apologizing for his nature, not after his accident, for the pride which often controlled him was not his alone, but something, or if he really dared to say, someone, else’s.

As they stood outside of chapterhouse, veiled mercifully in the limited lighting of the cool October evening and ancient street lights, Elias’s eyes studied the crowds with a predisposed anxiety; they moved like ants or cattle in then out again, each time becoming something worse than they already were. He wasn’t the only creature, if that is the word one might use, of his kind – in fact from what he’d seen most people were like him only they couldn’t see it; they couldn’t see the obscene and lecherous reflections they projected along every slick surface and they didn’t notice the way their shadows stalked and stretched at vile distances like something from a child’s fairytale. They were monsters, just like him, some even greater, but only he had to suffer the realization of the power which came along with being a thing so unholy and unnatural, only he had to live in a lie of broken pieces.

When Malachi seized his hand, he winced only slightly, a tensing of the mouth and a twitch of one eye; he did not like sharing his body with others because he was so desperately afraid that it was the last thing left that was truly his – not that there was very much left of it to possess: a gross skeletal and scabbed mutation, ate up with bruises and gaunt yet simultaneously sagging features. He’d failed in protecting both his body and his soul before, but never again – if it came to that kind of battle, he would kill this time instead of be killed. However, Malachi was not his enemy, he could tell by how terrified the boy was, he was seeking comfort where Elias was sure there was no comfort to be found. “I think there are enough people in there to avoid being noticed as long as we don’t linger anywhere too long.” Elias spoke up this time, not in his unusual clipped manner, but with a proposed strategy meant to sooth the other boy.

“Yes, we’re going in.” He replied resolutely, but then pried his slender hand away from the other boy’s giving him a scolding look before pacing a few long steps closer. “What are you going to say?” He questioned, pondering aloud the purpose of this journey, if there was any, beyond simple curiosity. 

[petitperrie]

[xxelias]

What do you hate most about yourself?

That I'm a danger to everyone.. even myself.

[xxelias]

‘♪’ -I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song, ✖ -I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours. ★★★★★

‘♪’ -I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins

✖ -I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours.

He is afraid that Malachi will shun him once he knows the truth of his darker nature.

★ — IC Facts

He is a very picky eater, hence one of the many reasons he is so incredibly thin.

He has a hidden passion for Entomolgy.

He writes at least 3 poems a day, some even for the people around him.

He absolutely loathes seafood.

You will rarely see him without some sort of fantasy novel at hand, usually YA material.

[skin-myself-a-crocodile]

FILL MY ASK WHILE I DO THINGS

[xxelias]

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.

‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

a word and I’ll write a headcanon based on it.

‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

a ship you have for my character(s) and I’ll tell you what I think.

age and a question and my character(s) will answer as that age.

unwanted (or bad) advice for my character(s).

ask my characters for advice.

bad (but hilarious) pick-up lines!

prompts or drabble ideas!

Questions!

‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

a headcanon you have for my character(s) — I will accept/reject.

“[name]…has passed away” for my character’(s’) reaction.

★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact

Give my character a difficult decision

‘Would you rather…’

♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

[xxelias]

❝normalcy | els & mal

[onemalachi]

Malachi fished a slender, silver case out of his pocket and carefully removed two cigarettes. He placed one between his lips and offered the other to Elias. “Let’s go,” he mumbled, tilting his head toward the door. “We can probably catch up with Evan if we hurry. And I’m certain that whatever she’s getting into is a hell of a lot more interesting than staying here and watching Lifetime movies with Nan.”

Damp leaves littered the blackened, uneven sidewalk. The vibrant hum of a streetcar rattled past them, mixing with the sounds of laughter and chatter from groups of people scurrying to their late-night party destinations. Malachi gently hopped over a puddle, narrowly avoiding a large crack, as he and Elias silently made their way toward the corner, exhaling identical plumes of smoke that loomed above their heads in the sticky, motionless air. The sleeves of his cardigan clung to his clammy arms, but he didn’t remove it. Instead, he pulled it tightly across his chest and fastened the top button, squinting through the smoke at the spindly blonde boy to his right. “Do you have any idea where we’re going? That Madison girl mentioned something about a frat house, but I don’t think she said which one. Or even which college.” He tossed his cigarette butt into the gutter, where it hissed its last breath before the murky sludge enveloped it and pulled it underwater.

[xxelias]

Mirroring Malachi’s actions and placing the milk white paper of a cigarette between his, raw, newly healed lips, Elias sucked in his gaunt cheeks, inhaling a few quick bursting puffs of smoke before exhaling calmly trough his nose while rising up in silent agreement to tower over the slightly shorter male waiting on his signal. As they stalked out into the night, the twenty year old inwardly wondered if this was what had become of boredom at this phase of his life; it used to mean chasing dragons in invisible dungeons, now he was chasing girl’s too beautiful for their own good right into the dragon’s lair and there would be no treasure waiting for him on the other side, imagined or otherwise – it was a losing battle with no reward, especially for the likes of him, so why had he concede to joining the fight? In short because there had been nothing better to do and as much as he preferred his own company, he was growing weary of the repetition of his own mind; he needed some new stimulus, perhaps a fresh reminder of why he lived so closed off from everyone and everything else, an adventure beyond the smothering walls of Robichaux’s.

Tugging at the now itching collar of his sweatshirt as he flicked the stinking, burning butt of his cigarette from his grasp, Elias stopped at a streetlight to idly lean against the post and answer his companion’s question. “Tulane.” He announced mystically, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair and sending the slightly dirty curls of his bangs falling into his pale, expressionless face. “We’ll get where we’re going, don’t over think it.” He added, a mixture of vengeful anxiety and true worry mounting in the pit of his stomach at the mention of a frat party.