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Sofia: hey #notallpervs

Sofia: its fine i get it

Sofia: i bet you have a really great personality

Elijah: Ouch

Elijah: I think i just got a death sentence via text

Elijah: Ego bruised

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sinclairpriya‌:

She had played her fair share of sports throughout her early adolescence and two of them carried on well into university. She never got consumed by the fanfare that was associated with many of the sports game played on the gigantic screens around her. Men, women and even children went through one rollercoaster after another with every game that consumed their lives. Games like these should not be all consuming but this was the world that she lived in where sports players were paid more than teachers and men were still valued more than their more competent counter part, women. 

“I do.”

Hockey was one of the few sports Priya did not mind watching. Once upon a time she had watched it with Morgan and every time their home team played she would watch with him until the winner emerged. In the beginning, she had only watched it with him to spend some quality time with him even if the only words he spoke were curses at the television. It had been nice, normal and a fading memory as more and more days passed. Soon it would be another hole where the father she once knew use to be.

A smirk began to form on her lips as she leaned in towards Elijah, “Just because you see my nose more in a book than my eyes glued to the sports channel doesn’t mean I am unknowledgeable about this.” Her hand patted the folded arm that was closest to her before she rested it once more on the bar. “You should give me more credit.”  

Elijah pursed his lips, becoming more and more like a pouting child with every passing second over the inevitable loss of his sports team. Unfortunately he was one of those people that let the loss of their sports team effect their entire day, though he was now attempting to reign it in for the sake of Priya.

The joking demeanor helped lighten his mood, and the corner of his lips ticked up at her comment. He tore his attention from the death sentence of any victory and instead to his companion where he even allowed a small laugh to escape his mouth.

“Hey, I never said anything about you being unknowledgeable, I’m just saying...”

He paused and reconsidered where he was going with that. He’d been trying his best to stop himself from being a dumbass lately, especially when concerning Priya, and more often than not he had failed to comply.

“Well even a new born child could figure out that these guys are sucking ass right now. Except for themselves, apparently.” He offered her a more playful grin, uncrossing his arms so he can gently elbow her side. “I bet the two of us could even take them on, what do you think?”

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Elijah sat staring at the screen in front of him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as his annoyance grew. He watched the hockey game as it played on, a disappointing end rearing its ugly head in only a matter of seconds. He couldn’t believe the blackhawks were about to lose. It made him want to give up watching them all together, but the die hard Chicago sports fan in him refused. No matter how bad any of his teams were doing, he just couldn’t give up on them. He’d be there for the lows if only to some day reach the highs. Masochistic, some people might say, but to him it showed patience, dedication, and loyalty.

Sighing, he waved his hand to the bartender to flag him down for another beer before crossing his arms back over his chest and sitting back in his stool.

“Sometimes I wonder if these guys remember that the point of having control of the puck is to eventually get it into the other guys net.” He grumbled in frustration, throwing the comment out there though to no one in particular. Seeing someone out of the corner of his eye beside him, he turned his attention to them and pointed at the offending image on the screen.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?”

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sinclairpriya‌:

A playful shove of his shoulder was her response to his remark. Of course she knew that is what he wanted when he made himself comfortable in her bed. If he had only wanted a book to read he knew where to find them. An eye roll was done for dramatic effect as he waved her book in front of her face. She was not annoyed by him despite the expression found on her features. More amused than anything else. 

It took a lot to get Priya annoyed and so far Elijah had managed to dance around the things that set her off or he actually did know her almost as much as she knew that book. “I can’t read to you if you hold onto that or wave it in my face.” Priya reached across Atticus who lay on half on top of her and beside her to pluck the book from Elijah’s grasp. She was the Wendy to his Peter Pan gearing up to tell the original Lost Boy and his band of brothers a story. 

She set the book with the page open to the story he requested on her lap as she adjusted the pillows behind her and shimmed herself down until she was in a comfortable position. “She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young Student; but in all my garden there is no red rose,” she began to tell the tale about a  young man who has feelings for a girl that promises to dance with him at a ball, should he bring her a red rose. The boy is upset because he doesn’t have any red roses, and a nightingale overhears. The nightingale desperately tries to find a red rose, but she cannot. A soothing voice is put on by Priya as she continues to bring to life Oscar Wilde’s words with the sound of her voice and weave a picture that she hoped would help lull the man beside her to sleep. 

Atticus is the first to fall asleep, his breathes deep and consistent as she ran her hand through his fur before she had to turn the page. The tale is not one with a happy ending one excepts a fairy tale to have. As Priya reads, “Death is a great price to pay for a red rose, cried the Nightingale and Life is very dear to all,” she glances over at Elijah to check if he is still in fact with her or if he too has now met the warm embrace that only sleep can offer. Unsure yet of where Elijah lies between awake and sleep she continues. Eventually, the nightingale sacrifices her life, using her blood to stain a white rose red. The girl whom the boy loves changes her mind despite his offer of a red rose, as she has a better gift from another suitor. The boy goes home and delves into a book. 

Elijah adjusted himself once more the moment Priya takes the book from him. The hand that had been supporting his head drops away and allows it to rest on the pillow beneath him while the hand rests on Atticus now that he wasn’t worried of being crushed.

He remained on his side so that he could watch her as she began the story of the lovelorn boy. With every word she spoke he felt a wave of calmness float over him, finally lulling him closer to the sleep he craved. The story went on and part of him actually understood what Oscar Wilde was writing about as Priya read his words. The nightingale was a self sacrifice for a love that would never bloom, a metaphor, he was sure. But the more he attempted to think about the sad tale and what its underlying meaning must be, the more he found his eyes beginning to close of their own accord.

Eli briefly wondered if he should go back to the guest room now while he was still conscious enough to move, but the end of the story begged to be heard and he delayed his movement in favor of it.

He could feel Priya looking over at him as she continued on, though his eyes had closed at some point without his permission. His eyes fluttered back open as if to prove he was still awake but she had gone back to looking at the book as she read more of the story.

Finally his eyes began to ache with the attempt at keeping them open and the need to close them finally won out. Once they shut, the words that left Priya’s mouth became softer and less defined as he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. If he happened to wake up with enough energy he’d move himself back to the guest bedroom, but for now he could only manage sleep on the opposite side of Priya’s bed, Atticus already sound asleep between them.

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tristan-sullivan‌:

Tristan playfully rolled his eyes at Elijah’s comments about tax money being wasted. “Bro, if you ever mention taxes around me again, I’ll kick your ass. I don’t understand them,” Tristan simply said. He understood the basics, but diving deeper into that mess was boring. Especially when it wasn’t taught in schools. Besides – it was much easier to find weird conspiracy videos on YouTube. Ask Tristan about Dyatlov Pass, and he could talk in full detail about the eeriness of the situation. Not fucking taxes. 

“I have a portable charger if ya wanna use it,” Tristan said, not really waiting for Elijah to respond. Of course he’d wanna use it. Any sane person living in 2019 would wanna charge their electronics at a time like this. He opened his car, pulled out the power bank from the center console. He had two charges – iPhone and Android. He handed them both back to Eli before shutting his car door.

“I haven’t really been passing the time any particular way,” he said, leaning back against his car, arms folded. “Just cruisin’ around town. Looking for interesting shit to do. I wish I was brave enough to go raid like, a Best Buy or something. I just bought a new laptop but I’m pretty sure someone stole it.”

“I mean you could try.” He shot back teasingly, putting fists up as if in preparation for a fight before dropping them at the mention of a portable charger. He should’ve invested in one himself, probably should have invested in a lot of different things for emergencies, but that was a future version of himself to worry about. Right now he just had to accept his fate as one very unprepared bastard. But wasn’t it just great to have friends?

“Fuck yes.” Elijah exclaimed, watching as Tristan went into his car and pulled one out. Eagerly pulling his very dead phone from his back pocket, something that he carried with him out of habit rather than need since there wasn’t anything he could actually do with it, he plugged the android cord into this charger socket and waited for the black screen to light up. The second the screen went from dark to less dark, Elijah felt his heart skip a beat as if it were falling in love. Once the tone sang out that it was turning on, he felt like he could give Tristan a fucking kiss.

“Dude you’re a life saver.” His eyes remained locked on the screen until it prompted him to put in his lock screen password. He swiped his fingers across the screen and suddenly the promise land was once again available to him. “So many games.” He most likely would end up killing the battery less than an hour after he managed to get his phone charged back up again, but it would be worth it just to play all the stupid games he’d downloaded to pass the time.

Pulling his concentration back to Tristan, he scrunched his face in disapproval at the idea that his laptop had probably been stolen. While Elijah had been a part of the small groups that had been going out and creating a little chaos, he hadn’t been one to steal. Fires were easy enough to put out but replacing items could be a little bit more inconvenient. The matter of money, or lack thereof, was something Elijah had grown up being very well aware of so messing with other peoples stuff had simply been a strict ‘no’ policy for him. Unless he could straight up Robin Hood it, knowing he was taking from someone who was a piece of shit and could afford to get more of whatever it was, he wouldn’t risk messing with other people when he didn’t know their circumstances.

“Sorry dude. That’s messed up. If you wanted we could get a gang together and go back to Aurea to see if that dumb fuck Leon left a computer in his office. That would be a cherry on top.”

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sinclairpriya‌:

Priya could only watch as Elijah jumped on to her bed and nearly landed on Atticus. Her canine was not too pleased that someone else had invaded upon his territory and nearly taken him out. Pouncing on another dog was fine, pouncing on a human was one thing but for a human to pounce on him was out of the question. “It is okay, Atticus,” Priya soothed her faithful companion as he now made Priya’s body half of his new bed. There was plenty of room for Atticus and Elijah to sprawl out on, a king bed was meant for such things, but the pair seemed to one to be as close as possible to her. 

“You are both such children.” 

A remark made followed by light laughter. The two males were very much alike at times. Her gaze left Elijah and turned to first her night stand then and then bookshelf that contained a vast collection of just some of the works Priya had read. This bookshelf was nothing compared to the one that was in the living room. Books, like flowers, tended to be scattered around her home. From large books meant for the coffee table to small ones used as art she had just about everything and anything in between. 

“I always have something good for reading, you know that.” 

Books on Greek mythology Elijah had heard on numerous occasions. Should he have ever paid attention he may know one or two works by heart from the countless times she had interwoven those stories into conversation. As much as she loved them they were not right tonight. Works of fantasy by the likes of Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Rachel Caine or even Mark Lawrence were more on par with how the night had faired but they would only aid in keeping the blonde awake. 

Shakespeare was out too along with other plays she read so frequently that the pages had become worn where her fingers touched them over the years. The books stacked on her bedside would not work either, for they were long, dense and were better read to herself than aloud so she could enjoy them. Tucked in the drawer beside her was a well worn copy of ‘The Happy Prince and Other Fairy Tales’ by Oscar Wilde. For nights like these, not that they happened often with Elijah in her bed, she kept a book she long held in her heart that could even make the most unruly child (Elijah) fall to sleep. It made her smile just by looking at the cover and running her finger down the book’s spine.

“Here.” Priya handed Elijah the book after she had retrieved from her night stand. “This should help.” 

Taking the book that she handed him, he looked the the cover over and ran his hand over it as if it would begin reading itself out loud. No such luck. The title, however, did make him smile and he returned his attention to Priya as he shifted positions so that he way laying on his side with his hand supporting his head. He held the book out to her and waggled it in her face, continuing his childish antics.

“I meant any good books for you to read out loud.”

He was a 28 year old man, fully grown by every definition of the word, but there just was something about being read to that was calming in a way that reading just wasn’t. Of course, Elijah also wasn’t much of a reader to begin with, so it helped when there was a real live audio book at your disposal.

Briefly taking the book back out of her face so he could peruse the contents, he spotted a title and then held the book back out to her for her to take. “Let’s do The Nightingale and the Rose, tonight.” He was sure he’d heard it before, something about it seemed familiar, but all the talk of mystical creatures they’d had earlier in the night made him feel some type of way. The weed probably also added to that effect. And the title The Nightingale and the Rose just kind of rang out as fitting.

“I promise I’ll leave once you’re done.”

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sinclairpriya‌:

Discarded with care, the articles of clothing that kept her warm tonight are folded onto the chair in the corner of her room. Fatigue begins to set in as the last button of her of her velvet, blue pajama set with white piping is done up. Even at night she still chose to match rather than look disheveled although no one would see her except for Atticus. Having order kept her calm during the nights she was restless. 

Atticus made himself comfortable, like he has always done, on her bed while Priya went about her nightly routine. Makeup washed off, face cleansed and her curls could fall freely down her shoulders and back with no hair restraint to keep them back. Except for one strand that always seem to fall down onto her face and obscure her vision. 

“Come in,” she called from her bathroom after the umpteenth attempt to keep that curl behind her ear. No matter what she did it always found its way back. Her little, unruly curl would win the battle tonight and stay where it fell until morning. A smile graced Priya’s lips as she sat down in bed with her sheets tucked around as one of her hands scratched at Atticus’ belly. It was no surprise to her that Elijah was not yet tucked tightly into his bed and sleeping off the high he may still currently be on. 

“Counting sheep or aliens, witches and the likes in the starry night not doing it tonight for you, E?”

Elijah grinned broadly at Priya’s comment after he opened the door to her bedroom. He was sure there was something he could do in the guest bedroom to occupy his brain until it finally drifted off to sleep, but none of them would be the full entertainment experience that Priya brought to the table when he was with her.

“None of them would stay still long enough for me to count them so I gave up.”

Stepping in to the room, he looked between her and Atticus, both comfortably arranged in her bed in what he could only assume was their nightly routine. And then there was Elijah, ready to mess it all up for the sake of being entertained.

Running towards her bed, he leapt and plopped down on it, causing Atticus to shift so as not to wind up being hit by him. He didn’t even wait for Priya to speak before he began making himself comfortable, moving pillows around and wiggling in his spot so that he was firmly settled. 

Patting at Atticus who still seemed uncertain of Elijah’s arrival, Eli looked around to see if there was a book nearby that he could pick up, perhaps something on the nightstand or floor. “Got anything good this week for reading?” He questioned enthusiastically, sounding as far off from sleep as possible. If Priya agreed to reading to him however, her soothing voice and the passages she read that most likely would go over his head would end up putting him right to sleep.

Momentarily giving up on his search, he looked back to the red head, finally checking in with her after having leapt onto her bed without her permission. He offered another one of his childish grins, taking a moment to attempt to move the piece of hair from her face before beginning to look around for something she could read to him. Not that he was looking very hard since he refused to move from his settled in position.

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Wrong Number

Sofia: I get complimented on a lot of things but they aren't necessarily true

Sofia: where's your sense of adventure

Sofia: gosh how did you know I was a perv

Sofia: [image sent]

Sofia: put up or shut up

Elijah: Damn you're feisty

Elijah: Also very pretty for a perv

Elijah: But I just ate and the doctor says to wait half an hour before taking any confidence-boosting selfies

Elijah: Dig the tattoo tho

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sofia-costello: @elijahxwilliams

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Sofia: send me a pic then

Sofia: i'll show you mine if you show me yours

Sofia: make sure to feature your assets

Elijah: Oh I've got GREAT assets, I get complimented on my assets all the time

Elijah: But I also was taught to never send a picture to someone you just met over text because the wrong number was accidentally put in

Elijah: You know, because of the pervs in the world :/

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Elijah: Well you're the one writing gibberish so

Elijah: Whatever

Elijah: You can't have any of my nachos now

Belle: Oh so you are thick headed too?

Belle: I wish you luck finding company tonight. You surely need it.

Belle: 💋

Elijah: [read]

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sinclairpriya‌:

She rolled her eyes at him for there would be no way of swaying Elijah from his path of vandalism. He was like a child determined to draw on the walls with the crayons and markers he had been given. Priya would just have to hide anything and everything that could be used as an instrument in his organized chaos. Who knew that she would have to baby proof her house to keep a grown man from making a mess. Two if she counted Shiloh. 

The pair of them were similar to Thing 1 and Thing 2. Both clowning around and never far from the other. If it weren’t for the slight difference in builds and coloring the two could be twins. To anyone who knew them or didn’t it would seem that the two shared a braincell or two. “Of course you two don’t know whose is whose anymore.” Priya brings both of them to a halt, her arm in his holding onto his’ tighter while a car backing up without looking zooms out of the parking structure connected to the building that they resided in. 

No one bothered looking out for others these days. It was all about them. Their needs. Their wants and how quickly they could get to a place. God forbid anyone get in the way. It was a metaphor for the war that surrounded them now. Almost everyone seemed to be just looking out for themselves and what is in their best interest. If anyone had sense or foresight they would see that all of this would do more harm than good once the dust settles. There would be nothing left for the victor. 

“In this case we will both have to agree to disagree.” The remaining blocks that separated them from her place decreased quickly until they were standing outside of the building she resided in. Priya had always told herself that one day she would have a home of her own that wasn’t barricaded inside of a building and in the sky. While she did have a view that many envied not even a spectacular view could make up for what it was lacking. Priya wanted more roots than what she had, a permanent place where Atticus could run free in the yard and a garden would blossom because of her. It was serene and tangible but it wasn’t here. So she stayed in her gilded, glass tower with its guards and made a place feel like home for not just her but all those she invited into it. 

“Anytime, E. Day or night my door will always be open to you.” She sincerely said to him before she waived at her doorman and lead the two of them to the elevator that would take them high into the clouds, something she had always said and believed ever since she was young and stared up at buildings even taller than her own. The ding of the elevator signaled that their night of walking over yonder has come to an end. “Clothes are in the top right drawer of the dresser in your room.” Priya stated after she had unlocked the front door and let the two enter before it was securely locked behind them. “I trust you haven’t forgotten where it is considering you were going to mark your territory like Atticus does while we are out on a walk.” No sooner had she said his name that her boy came bounding towards them with his tail high in the air and wagging from side to side. 

“Thank you for walking with me, E. If you need anything you know where I will be.” One more smile for the night. “Bonne nuit.” She said before she headed down the opposite hall to the master bedroom with Atticus close on her heels. 

It almost seemed like no time at all that they had been walking and then wound up at Priya’s place. Most likely it was because of the fact that Elijah was still high and time had no meaning at the moment, but it could also be because Priya always managed to keep him preoccupied. That was a super power of hers or something. The ability to distract. Something he was grateful for time and time again he constantly found himself in need of entertainment.

The moment they entered her place he began looking around just to see if anything had changed from the last time he’d been there. Nothing seemed to be jumping out at him, at least not until Atticus came bounding towards them in reaction to their arrival. Crouching down briefly to ruffle Atticus’ head, he allowed the dog to give him a kiss on the cheek before he stood back up and watched as Priya and Atticus headed towards her bedroom.

Walking towards the room he’d claimed as his own, he opened the door and flipped the switch, noting that nothing seemed to have changed in this room either from the last time he’d been there. Heading to the dresser she had mentioned, he opened the drawer and took the clothes out. Who ever’s they were, his or Shiloh’s, they looked comfy enough to sleep in and he quickly shed his previous outfit in favor for these. Once he’d finished, he looked briefly at the bed, then reconsidered and went back into the hallway.

Making his way towards Priya’s bedroom instead, he knocked quietly on the door just in case she’d managed to already fall asleep. If she hadn’t yet, he was going to ask for one more form of entertainment. Just until he actually was tired enough to fall asleep.

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livia-moreno‌:

Maybe going back into her apartment wasn’t the smartest idea, but Livia had her laptop in there. The data was all backed up anyway, but it was right there. Her apartment was on the first floor, right next to that window. They’d just need to break it, and she’d be in and out within two minutes. 

“Well, yeah. I’m fairly confident I can get my shit out in a reasonable time. You pretended to have a gun on you and approached a group of strangers. Heroic, yes, but totally stupid. I’m just going in, grabbing something, and coming right back out. Sort of stupid.” She paused, smirking. “Maybe the blackout made both of us loopy.”

Livia walked over to the window. The fire hadn’t spread beyond the entrance door yet, but the longer they sat and talked about it, the riskier everything became. 

“I mean, you don’t have to, or anything. We could just say fuck it and walk away. I have insurance. Maybe we go crazy and start breaking shit, too – y’know, fit in with the rest of Chicago.” She was kidding – Livia wasn’t a deviant, even if she did enjoy some good trouble every now and then. 

Elijah nodded along to her reasoning. It actually did make more sense when she put it like that, but he wasn’t going to outright tell her that. Following behind her, he looked at the window in question as well. They’d have to break it somehow, if it wasn’t unlocked; which it definitely shouldn’t be since this was Chicago. That meant they’d have to find some type of rock or brick or something to smash it in with. Or he could try using his fist with some type of cloth wrapped around it so he didn’t totally bust up his hand. He’d save that for option B if they couldn’t actually find something else to use.

Turning back to her as she said they could just walk away and create their own chaos he had to pause and make sure she wasn’t actually being serious. He would totally go around Chicago and create some chaos with her, that would be totally bad ass. But it seemed to be more of a joke and he gave an off hand laugh before returning his attention back to the window.

“Alright well if we’re actually going to do this then I guess we’d better get cracking.” He stopped for a second, considering what he just said and letting a childish grin take over his face. “Or I guess, better get breaking.” It was a dumb joke, but it made him laugh nonetheless as he began looking around for the objects that might help them.