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A Note From the Headmaster

It is with anger and sadness that I announce the death of our own Professor Gio Vitale. What a loss this is to our great school. Professor Vitale’s death may have occurred outside the jurisdiction of the island, but the removal of a slave from my island in the lead up to his murder is very much in my jurisdiction. Due to his part in this, Noah Wright will not be able to reclaim Elliot Raws or rent him for the duration of two months. You are not above the rules Master Wright, perhaps this will teach you.

@noahwrightx​ @pretty-boyelliot​ @sashaxbellx​

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Death Day || Part 2

Elliot knew it was coming.  He’d known since he went go find Gio a couple of weeks ago and found, on his desk, a lack of Gio - but plane tickets.  There were two of them, and there was only one extra person Elliot could imagine Gio taking anywhere:  himself.  The thought never crossed his mind that he would be taken away from here.  In his worst nightmares, sure, but he never though he’d actually go through with it.  Gio still owned him in about every sense of the word as is, anyway.

It took a day or two to process that and even more of an effort to hide it from Gio, to avoid asking questions despite seeing suitcases in the corners of the room or closets, places that the djinn probably wouldn’t expect Elliot to know about.  He spent a lot of time in the closet, never quite graduating to having his own room in the house.  He was hoping that there would be some kind of chance for him to see his friends, to say goodbye properly, but this must have been causing some stress in his master, because Gio was the only person he was seeing, outside of work.  School wasn’t a distraction; he just sat there in class.  He knew he wouldn’t be there by the end, so what was the point?

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Death Day ||  Part 1

Gio had never planned on staying at The Institute very long, no he’d come because he wanted to regain ownership of his favourite little toy, but had ended up staying far longer than expected. He had to admit, the island had been far more appealing than he’d thought it would be, especially with so many slaves at his disposal. It had taken a while, and with a few hiccups, but Gio had Elliot back under his thumb right where he liked him. For a while, it was enjoyable, watching the young man revert back to the scared child he’d once been. 

But Gio was growing restless. With his sister’s appearance on the island and Elliot’s aggravating connection to his so-called friends, Gio knew that a change was needed. He’d run his businesses from his home on the island, but his business trips were becoming more and more frequent, and his establishment on the island was no longer holding his interest. 

The plans had been put in place a while ago, and of course, Elliot was not informed. Though between his frequent absences and a lazy housecleaner, some of the details of his house sale and the move had been left behind for Elliot to find, unknowing to Gio. 

The fact that he was so distracted helped in what was about to happen. Gio was a man who was usually always aware of anything, but he’d gotten comfortable, and far too cocky on the island. He’d been untouchable, a king in many respects. He liked it--no, he loved it, but the island was becoming far too small for his ambitions. 

When the night came, Gio dragged Elliot, who seemed pleasantly reserved about leaving. Gio had expected the boy to fight more, but what he didn’t know was that Elliot had seen this coming. Their essentials were already packed and on the boat, the rest of Gio’s things were to follow after. He wanted to make a clean getaway, preferring to slip away in the night, lest they get caught up by any of Elliot’s little friends. 

Things were going smoothly until a giant pair of wings descended upon the boat. Noah--of course it was Noah--had decided to play the hero. Gio’s eyes caught sight of a terrified looking Sasha clutching against the reaper as he landed.

Gio practically growled when he saw them, the sneer caught in the dim lights on the boat. Brief words were exchanged before Noah came after him. In all the busyness of the move, Gio wasn’t as fed as he could be, and while the fight lasted a good few minutes, it was Noah’s silver scythe through his stomach that had him falling, gasping in pain. There were more words, Elliot was speaking but the pain of the silver burning his flesh flooded his senses, and suddenly the younger man was standing over him. 

“Elliot, my sweet boy,” He gasps, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth as he tried to grasp the boy with his bloodied hand. “Don’t do this, you need me, you can’t survive without me--Elliot.” 

@pretty-boyelliot, @noahwrightx, @sashaxbellx

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pretty-boyelliot​:            

His whole body felt a little more relaxed and sated at the praise.  Thank god, he was so scared for so long.  Gio was so good at keeping up a poker face that it was impossible to know how he was doing, and Elliot didn’t want to be a bother and ask about it.  A part of him hates how he leans into the touch, but he’s been starved in so many ways that most of him just didn’t care anymore; he was desperate at this point.  Elliot already felt out of breath but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t push himself further, picking up the pace even more at the allowance to feed - he let out a loud moan at that, not taking too much too fast out of concern he was pushing his limit, but gradually, and unapologetically.  “Thank you sir!”

The sheets were smooth against his back as the other moved above him, a soft sigh escaping between parted lips in pleasure. Reluctant as he might have been, Elliot was good at this--it was in his nature, after all. Teaching the young incubus how to pleasure a man had proven to be quite effective. The desperation in the way that Elliot leaned in, craving more of his touch--more of his energy, made Gio’s lips curl up at the corners. “Good boy--” Gio hums, a hand running up the other’s side, carding through his hair, a gesture that could almost be affection, if not for the tug he gave as he gripped it, his own back arching up in pleasure as Elliot fed. “--faster.” He says, this time as a demand as his fingers slips from Elliot’s hair, both of his large hands finding the incubus’ hips. He moved Elliot at his own will now, holding them brusingly tight as he raised his own hips to fuck up into him at a rough pace. He kept up the pace for a few more minutes, a few small grunts escaping his lips before he thrust up one last time, pulling Elliot’s hips down to meet his as he came, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, letting the pleasure wash over him.

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pretty-boyelliot​:

He had to keep saying to himself that the better he worked, the better he was, meant that he could both feed and sleep sooner, but it was hard to keep the energy up, it really was.  How had he worked those long hours for Gio years ago, in Vegas?  How did he do that?  The simple answer that he kept having to remind himself was that he wasn’t being starved, and he needed to stop thinking that because every time he did, he got agitated and knew it wasn’t good for him if he kept thinking that way.  Elliot complied with Gio’s request, and even leaned down to start littering small kisses along the djinn’s jawline, allowing moans to actually escape him, and stop trying to force down any feelings of pleasure he had - might as well make the best of the situation at hand.

“Good boy.” Gio breathes as Elliot picks up the pace, throwing more effort into it. Gio knew he’d need to work on praising Elliot a little more, not wanting to break his toy too much so that he was useless--no that certainly wouldn’t do. “Such a good boy for me.” He says as he lifts a hand to run his fingers through Elliot’s short hair, giving the illusion of affection. His eyes close as he lifts his chin to give Elliot easier access, his fingers trailing down over Elliot’s hair, cupping the back of his neck gently. “That’s it--just like that.” He murmurs, feeling his pleasure building. “Feed.” He says, an order, even if said in a soft tone. “Feed sweet boy, you’ve earned it.”                

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pretty-boyelliot​:

gio-vitale​:

“Shh, my sweet boy.” Gio says as he pushes the boys hair back in a soothing, caring way. Of course when Elliot told Gio to take the visions away, the djinn didn’t quite listen. No, instead he just made them more subtle, making Elliot even more tired than he was so that he would protest less. “Just relax, I know you’re sorry, you know what you did wrong, I know that. And next time you’ll be better.” The words slip like honey from his tongue as he keeps Elliot close, his large warm hands holding him. His fingers gently wipe the tears from Elliot’s cheeks as he continued to shush him softly. “I’ll take all the pain away, don’t worry.” And in that moment it would have looked like Gio cared a great deal for Elliot, but in reality he was just a toy he was rather possessive of. Gio spreads a soft vision over Elliot’s body, one of warmth and comfort, making Elliot feel pain free and heavy. “Rest, sweet one.” 

Little words and noises of protests escaped him as he was held.  Elliot was so tired, and fell silent after a moment.  All that came out was somewhat staggered breathing, figuring it was probably just easier to just relax, and let himself maybe try to fall asleep.  If he was just referring to letting Noah off easy, then Elliot felt that what followed was a bit excessive in punishment.  It also made him wonder if maybe it was just everything, if he acted too scared or not scared enough, but he was too exhausted to ask and question it, even if he wanted to know just so he could fix it for next time.  He wished for a blanket, like some sort of shield of something, a way for him to just cover himself up and cut himself off.  But he’s resigned to the fact that this is where he’ll end up staying for the night, and all he could do was just anticipate the morning as he drifted off on top of his master’s chest.

-end. 

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Gio was not a man that feared things. Or rather, he was a man with an ego who refused to believe that he had fears. In fact, being a Djinn, he considered himself the fear of others, something to be feared with no fear himself. Since coming to the island, he’d been able to avoid most of the islands tricks, since he’d accidentally drank a bit of a love potion a while back. He was a smart man, he knew to avoid things that kept him from being in control. However, when the latest trick was played, and Gio woke up from his sleep, things were drastically different. He was small, almost frail, and his lavish life that he’d built had been reduced to nothing more than a shack, barely fit for an animal.

While he wasn’t able to avoid this trick from the island witches, Gio was smart enough to know not to go out. He was vulnerable, weak, and he didn’t know the extent to which this vision went. But no matter what he did he could not rid himself of the visions, of his family mocking him, his father telling him he was a disappointment, his sister being the favourite. He couldn’t rid himself of the sight of his son always out of his grasp, his one true legacy being taken from him over and over again.

Of course Gio would never admit the extent to which the vision derailed him, and really, no one would probably ever know since he kept himself holed up, with only an angry text going out to Elliot, telling the boy to leave him alone. By the end of the day Gio was exhausted in a way he hadn’t felt in over a hundred years, his body worn and tired as the vision lifted and his body and home shifted back to reality. He knew his patience with the island was growing thin, and as he sat up from his cowered position, he knew he would have to start making plans.

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pretty-boyelliot​:

Elliot just sat there, in a complete daze.  He didn’t know which way was up or down or what, and he wasn’t completely sure if it was exhaustion or just because he was so overwhelmed by everything, always, and he hit a breaking part.  If he thought too hard on it, he got more overwhelmed, so instead, he just floated on a cloud until his back hit the bed, and he wanted to turn away and curl his knees up to his chest, to shut his eyes and sleep a dreamless sleep.  Hopefully Gio would grant him that one, tiny favor.  Instead, his limbs felt heavy, like they were filled with cement, and he just shook his head, tears falling so rapidly down his neutral face.  His face was over Gio’s bare chest and he did his best to shake his head.  He didn’t want to do anything tonight, he couldn’t.  He physically couldn’t.  Elliot would rather take a physical punishment than having to service the djinn tonight.  “I’m sorry,” he cried, softly, shutting his eyes and trying to block everything out.  “Take it away…” he mumbled, not wanting any visions, even ones that helped.  “Please.  Take it away.”

“Shh, my sweet boy.” Gio says as he pushes the boys hair back in a soothing, caring way. Of course when Elliot told Gio to take the visions away, the djinn didn’t quite listen. No, instead he just made them more subtle, making Elliot even more tired than he was so that he would protest less. “Just relax, I know you’re sorry, you know what you did wrong, I know that. And next time you’ll be better.” The words slip like honey from his tongue as he keeps Elliot close, his large warm hands holding him. His fingers gently wipe the tears from Elliot’s cheeks as he continued to shush him softly. “I’ll take all the pain away, don’t worry.” And in that moment it would have looked like Gio cared a great deal for Elliot, but in reality he was just a toy he was rather possessive of. Gio spreads a soft vision over Elliot’s body, one of warmth and comfort, making Elliot feel pain free and heavy. “Rest, sweet one.” 

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(Elliot) Text: Sir, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I did wrong, but please stop this punishment, I've asked every you I've seen but I can't take it anymore I'll do anything please, I'm so sorry for what I did

[text] Gio: Stop whining I haven’t done anything. 

[text] Gio: Elliot, I’m very busy right now dealing with some things, I do not have time for your constant blubbering. Leave me alone unless I call upon you. 

@pretty-boyelliot

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pretty-boyelliot​:

Not that he was out of shape, but he realized rather quickly that his legs needed to build more muscle than he was used to.  It was a constant workout, and he found that out particularly today with his entire shift, but the sting of soreness turned into a full burn as he moved up and down.  Elliot flinched and cowered away as best as he could in his position, not really able to move, at the slap and he swallowed.  He could feel his fingers start to tremble and he was grateful he wasn’t using his hands for anything but steadying himself.  “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and he meant it.  Elliot picked up the pace with a huff, circling his hips a little more, and worked to keep his eyes open with a lot of blinking, but looking down at another pillow, or their floor, anywhere else but Gio.  

Gio didn’t care if Elliot was uncomfortable or hurting. He didn’t care about Elliot’s comfort or happiness, no, he cared about controlling the boy, he cared about twisting and molding him into something entirely different. Gio could feel the slight tremble in Elliot’s hands, and there was something about it that brought Gio some pleasure. A small, pleased smile curls at the corner of his lips as he watches Elliot move over him, letting out a long. breath. “Good boy, that’s better.” He says, running his hands over the other’s thighs for a moment. “A little faster, show me just how much you want to feed.” 

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pretty-boyelliot​:

The feeling that swept through Elliot he could only determine as being one of homesickness.  There wasn’t really a home he had, the island was home, technically, but the aching sense of longing somewhere where he could be safe and his own person was almost too much to bear sometimes, and this was no exception.  Seeing his friends made his heart break, and he felt too embarrassed to ever see them again, hating that they were constantly seeing him in a state of such emotional disarray.  He didn’t want Gio anywhere near him right now, but he wanted some form of touch, of comfort, so badly.  He was even willing to shut down his mind’s screams of protest to get away from the djinn for something so nice.  Elliot was sniffling and hiccuping as tears ran down his cheeks, feeling utterly miserable.  He didn’t want any visions right now, he didn’t think, even the ones that made him feel better, so he almost shook his head, but Elliot found himself nodding blindly, scrunched in on himself with the exception of his one hand that was in Gio’s possession.  His free hand came up and covered his face, feeling shameful.  What did he do?  “I need to lie down,” he spoke, just above a whisper, his body too exhausted to keep himself upright.

Gio continues to wipe up the blood so that it wouldn’t smear in his bed, though he wasn’t too bothered. At the moment he needed to focus on Elliot, because moments like these were pivotal in showing Elliot just how much he needed Gio. “Of course sweet boy.” Gio says, brushing his hair back off his forehead a little, his broad hand coming down to wipe over the incubus’ teary cheek. Quickly Gio shifts, laying down in the bed himself, ridding himself of his shirt before pulling Elliot in to rest his head on his chest. “Come here, come rest.” He says, his voice continuing to be soft and soothing. Carding his fingers through Elliot’s hair, he kisses the top of the boy’s head. “I know, I know it’s hard. But you know this had to happen.” Gio says, his voice still soft even though the words were not. He uses his visions to keep Elliot feeling warm and heavy, to prevent him from moving away or trying to talk back too much. “You cannot embarrass me like you did tonight.” 

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pretty-boyelliot​:

It must be nice to be so catered to, Elliot thought as he glanced up at Gio.  He didn’t like his gaze to be too focused on his master, because he was always a little irrationally worried about eye contact.  Djinn power was through touch, which they clearly already had connected, but something about looking him in the eye was just freaky to him.  It made him uneasy.  For awhile it seemed like he had learned to block out the pet name he was given, but sometimes it just cut through him and he visibly grimaced at hearing it.  Just focusing on getting Gio off was easy enough, he supposed, because it’s not like this was arousing to him.  At the other’s comment, though, he paused for a split second, eyes shut with a sigh escaping him before he continued his movements, up and down, up and down.  “I can imagine,” he muttered.

Gio knew exactly what he was doing, making his life out to be so hard when Elliot’s was clearly harder. He knew how Elliot was feeling too, the emotions he was emitting, they were making Gio almost smug. Because at one point Elliot had thought he could dupe Gio by running away, and this was Gio’s revenge--to make Elliot’s life so insufferable and confusing, to remold him back into the obedient little toy that he once had been. 

Gio hums in contentment as Elliot continues to ride him, his hands resting on the incubus’ hips as he did so, before moving one up to run over Elliot’s cheek, giving him a quick slap, not too hard but enough to leave a small sting. “Sweet boy, I know you can do better than that, you looking like you’re about to fall asleep on top of me is not going to help me unwind.” 

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kitthedragonslave​:

Kit didn’t mind the touch to her back. She was a the sort of person that always craved physical contact though she tried to always be respectful of others. And she really wanted to be respectful of Gio. Her mouth pulled into an even wider smile as the bounce in her step became higher. “I would love that, thank you so much!” She nodded, a light flush painting her cheeks, she always loved looking pretty for someone. And she moved to examine the clothes. Picking through what caught her eye. Of course sparkles always catching her attention. As well as anything rather form fitting. She lifted her gaze at him and giggling slightly as she pulled a few pieces and placed them over her arm. 

Watching her get so excited was amusing and enjoyable for Gio. She was like a little pet dragon to him, adorable and obedient. “You’re very welcome, little one.” He says, patting her head gently before sending her on her way. He watches her around the store, looking around himself at different things, before landing in the section with the sex toys. “Kit, come here.” He says, calling her over. “Why don’t you pick out a toy for us to use later as well, while we’re here.’ 

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gio-vitale​:

Little Fighter || Gio & Scarlett

Gio watched as she begged and pleaded, and his grin grew into something devilishly sinister when her tone changed. He knew how to break people, how to get them to do what he wanted. He had eyes and ears everywhere, on and off the island, and he knew with the right leverage and motivation, anyone was putty in his hands.

He continued to make the ropes pull in opposite direction, making sure that she would be in horrible pain while he watched her. “And so quickly the little human changes her tone.” He says, all too pleased. “You’d be smart to remember this, because next time, I will be annoyed if you don’t show the respect that you should, and I won’t be as forgiving.” He says, as this was a minimal punishment. 

“Though I do have the feeling that we may run into problems when you get into the ring, and I want to ensure that I don’t have to waste my valuable time teaching you that you will fight because I told you too.” Gio says, watching as the ropes pull harder and harder, giving Scarlett a life like vision of her arms slowly being ripped from her body, muscle and flesh tearing in a painful and agonizing way. In a matter of moments her arms were ripped clean off of her body, blood gushing as her body was no longer supported by the hooks and ropes, causing her to fall. 

Gio steps forward, looking over her bloodied, armless body with a eerily calm expression. “Hopefully you will learn from this, little human.” 

Scarlett had tears running down her cheeks and could feel the pain and panic nearly overwhelm her. “Enough, please! I said I’ll work for you, isn’t that what you want?” She pleaded desperately. It felt like the hooks were going to tear straight through her hands, or pull her arms clean off. “I get it, okay, I’ll be good.” She promised sadly.

She shook her head fearfully when he started speaking again. “No we won’t, I swear, I’ll do it.” Scarlett frantically tried to promise what he wanted to hear. “Stop, no!” She screamed at the searing pain from her arms being pulled, and her voice only grew more strained and horrified. The pain was excruciating and she could barely wrap her mind around what was happening before suddenly her body dropped onto the floor, no longer held up by her arms. Her forehead bounced off the floor and she let out a hoarse whimper. She could feel the blood pooling around her and her mind was hazy from the unbelievable pain. Her eyelids fluttered briefly before everything went dark.

[later]

Scarlett jumped awake with a gasp in her cell and frantically reached up to her shoulders. Her breathing was heavy but she realized her arms were still intact. She turned her hands over in front of her and found no evidence of the hooks that had torn them apart just moments ago. Or maybe it hadn’t been moments ago and it was all an awful dream. She picked up her phone and opened up a message from Gio Vitale about her first shift and fight schedule, and knew that it definitely, unfortunately, wasn’t a dream.

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eviexstratford​:

“Oh..that’s very kind of you. Occupational hazard for any figure skater, but unfortunately this one was a career ender.” Evelyn admitted with a small shrug. “I have though, yes! They’ve been wonderful, including the P.E. professor. He’s worked with me tirelessly, and we’re hoping that I should be back out on the ice soon” She explained with a blush, thinking of the decidedly unprofessional things that she had Jason had done. Oddly though, her thoughts didn’t linger on that encounter for as long as they normally did, Gio having her full attention once again.

“It’s nothing, really. Just my little way of thanking you for your kindness” Evelyn murmured with a soft smile. They continued forward, as the normally socially poised woman scrambled for even the most simple get-to-know-you questions. What was it about him that affected her so strongly? “So ah..what do you do here Gio? Are you a professor or a student?”

“That’s very unfortunate.” Gio says with a little nod, his head tilting when she mentions a P.E. teacher. Humans were always so stupid. On an island where healers were widely available, she chose a P.E. teacher? It took everything Gio had to not shake his head at her idiocy. “Ah..” Gio says with a nod, not bothering to go further into the discussion with the human, figuring it would probably go over her head. 

He could feel the little bursts of emotion coming off of her, the anxiety--it was something Gio was used to instilling on others, whether or not he was being threatening or charming. It was always so amusing to him. “I’m the head of the business department.” He says with a little smile, knowing the title was impressive to some, though it really was one of the smaller of his accomplishments. “And yes, I am one of the business professors as well. And what about you?” 

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kitthedragonslave​:

Kit was very observant though sometimes she could be rather oblivious, however there was always something rather primal inside of her. So when she noticed his gave it caught her attention. The petite dragon straightened up, as if to assess the mans next movements. It was in fact the first time she had ever experienced anything like this. She followed him out as he motioned for a guard to relies her. She stood in front of him with her fingers laced in front of her. She blinked up at him before her dark eyes widened as did her smile. “Really? You would get me something to wear?” She nodded her head as she walked alongside him. “I would like that ver much sir,” she assured him with a timid smile. She grinned up at him, mostly just enjoying any praise she was given. 

Gio smiles as he nods, looking down at her while a possessive hand rests on her back as they head into Island Pleasures. “Yes I would, I figure you could use a few new things.” Gio glances around the store, intrigued by what she might choose. “Go on little one, go find some pretty things to wear for me. Pick out what you would like and you can model them for me when we get back to my house.”  While Gio was greedy and money driven, he did enjoy using that money to spoil his playthings, and Kit was proving to be very fun to play with. 

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pretty-boyelliot​:

He hated how quickly he gave in, how fast he reverted back to just being an obedient body in space.  But it wasn’t willing, at this point, it was like survival, and he wished he wasn’t so scared all the time.  Elliot refused to look the other in the eye, he just didn’t want to see the condescending look on his face.  The hand in his hair made him cringe slightly, wanting to back away from the touch but he just stayed there and pushed it down as he made the effort to give the other a dishonest smile in response to the praise.  Times like this made it easy for his mind to wander.  Still, he had a ‘duty’ of sorts.  He was already stretched and sore from the night, but stretched nonetheless, so he pulled himself up and on top of Gio, using the hand still on his master to guide himself in.  Elliot let out a small hiss at the burn, wishing for his own bed, and sunk down slowly, leaning his hand on Gio’s stomach for balance as he set a steady pace.  

Gio stretches out a little more, his hands interlaced behind his head as he relaxed, letting out a content hum as Elliot touches him. If he’d succeeded in anything, it was teaching Elliot how to please him. The incubus knew exactly what he liked, and Gio knew how to sit back and enjoy it. 

He watches with a pleased look as Elliot moves himself to straddle his hips, and the djinn moves a hand on his hip as he sinks down. Letting out a groan, Gio nods,  the hand moving to brush through Elliot’s hair, almost softly, but with a possessive look behind his eyes as he watches. “That’s my sweet boy.” He says the familiar old pet name in a low, content voice. “It was a long day, I needed this.” He says, as if Elliot hadn’t just had a bunch longer, harder day.