#v://morality doesn't exist. only morale//alt killer au

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" Wow... Who raised this boy? " Corbin certainly didn't pick up such bad habits from his parents...

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Cut our thumbs        and place a feather in our hands

                                                                                            I am yours.

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“ Hey. Get out of here. Those asses are mine..... Or don’t, I don’t care what happens to you. “

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Omg you and DeVille are so hot together I write fanfic about you.

" And you are exactly what's wrong with humanity. " Writing fanfics about people? Disgusting.

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@rxseguided

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As a matter of fact I do think I'm funny. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? Good luck finding me Louise. You just lost your intimidation cred fool.

Elijah just let the smile spread across his face, one that didn’t quite match the look in his eye, “ Oh, you think I can’t find you? I can find anyone, anywhere. It won’t take long. Just the click of a button. In fact, I already know where you are. And I think you should really start locking your front door. “

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So you and Corvus gonna go out like Themla and LOUISE???

“ You really think you’re funny, don’t you? “

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She knew what he meant by decompressing. Instead she keeps hopeful. She has to. "Of course. Well. If you change your mind. I'm not too far away, Elijah." She knew how he got in these moments. And she wish she could do more. She always wished she could do more for both of them. "I'll give you the space you need.."

She was always so understanding, so accepting. He never had to explain anything most of the time. It used to frustrate him to be so understood, to be so painfully obvious to her. But he came to understand his own defensiveness, his own fear to be seen by someone else. Eventually, he could appreciate how little he had to say. That he could simply feel something and she would understand. Maybe he was painfully obvious, but it didn't matter anymore.

Now, it just started to ache in his chest. The feeling lessened each day that passed, but the stress of everything was starting to wear him down. It wasn't supposed to go like this. The revolution was supposed to be a smooth operation he could watch from the outside. Everything else just made it even messier.

Such is the way humans are. And how frustrating was that?

Elijah just exhaled, " Thank you. I... That's all I need. Just a little space to... Sort myself out. "

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Elijah just turned away as Corvus left the room, standing before the windows with his hands folded behind his head. Preparing for the evening, he closes his eyes, emptying his mind.

Chloe stood by, waiting, watching as Corvus moved past her. She was watching Elijah, always keeping an eye on his condition, especially now when he was at a low point. Ultimately, she couldn't do anything against his wishes, but she did still do what needed to be done for his condition.

She looked to Corvus, one hand held onto the opposite forearm and just nodded, " Of course. I can assure you, Corvus. You are the top of the list to notify, " she flashed a smile, " I'll take care of him. Try not to worry. "

He nodded just once. Understanding, Corvus allowed him to have that time alone. After all he is an advocate for isolation. If helps the mind recover then so be it. “Very well, Elijah. If you need anything you know where to reach me.” 

Gripping onto his cane as he left the room, Corvus hesitated, glancing back once. The pain Elijah feels is insurmountable to the reflection it carries over him. He exhaled, spying Chloe as he headed for the front door. “Chloe, will you inform me if anything happens?” 

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"Anytime, Elijah. I always have your back." Her hand moves up and runs her fingers through his hair. "How about we go out and get some sweets?"

He eased a bit at her touch, but only for a moment. He gave a sigh instead, averting his eyes to the side, " Not today. I think its best, all things considered, I stay inside. " He found it hard lately to remain in a good headspace when there was constantly someone to throw something back at him. He was only ever truly left alone when he was actually alone.

" Before you even say it, I'm fine, " he looked to her again, " I just need to... Decompress. " Maybe tear someone apart, rip their tongue out from their throat, carve their stomach out like a jack-o'-lantern.

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Her hand rubs his back. "If they come back. You tell me. And I'll give them a word or two. You deserve to be in a safe space."

He just hummed, leaning his head against hers as he let out a sigh, " Thank you, Jesse, " he mumbled.

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MR KAMSKI! MR KAMSKI! Is it true you were at bioTech during a terrorist takeover? Rumor has it you were spotted leaving the scene with an injured Corvus DeVille.

Elijah knew how this would go. No matter what he said it would bring up more questions. He just needed to be careful of his words, " We were there on business, yes. My friend was injured, you will respect his privacy on that. "

The reports about the attack were all inconsistent, everyone seemed to have a different thing they believe happened. The only one right was a certain nosy little reporter who turned out to be useful after all. A messy situation, and far too much stress to deal with.

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"What is going on? Why are people talking about you and Corvus?.."

" Do you think if I knew why, there would still be talk? " He pinched the bridge of his nose, the headache not quite letting up, despite the nuisance going away. Elijah figured someone must have seen himself and Corvus out together again. That's usually when the talk rose.

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Murder me good sexy man ;3 my body is ready for the strangles and the good slash slash.

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Days gay supar gay. I’m living for it Mr. Kamski. You and your man I’m 100% love it. 10 out of 10 “not” gay just really good friends.

" Leave me alone. "