ofeventide

[ofeventide]

┋ ❝ — &&. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ❞ // a self para for event: 𝟎𝟎𝟑. tw. mentions of blood, death, & general angsty-ness.

⸻ She stands in dark depths of the colosseum, confined behind cold iron bars, a prisoner of her own fate. Dim light filters through narrow slits and casts shadows across her face, fear clinging to her features like a malevolent specter. Her heart, an erratic drumbeat of trepidation, resounds in her ears and drowns out the cheers and jeers of the boisterous crowd beyond. She was now a lamb led to slaughter, her fate would be decided in the sand of the arena, already soaked red from blood. Her fear wasn’t for her own life, it was not the looming specter of death that gripped her heart, but the terror of being seen. Elia had known darkness intimately, felt the savage hunger that lurked beneath her skin; she trembled at the prospect of losing control, of unleashing the horror she kept shackled within.

The silver ticket weighed heavily in her trembling hand, a grim reminder of what was to come. She had been nominated against her very will, set up like a pawn in a malicious game, rigged from the start.

For a moment, she drowns it all out. The cheerful murmurs and excited chatter from the crowd, the clinking glasses, the scent of anticipation…She drowns it all out and pictures herself in a place she could be happy. Different images paint themselves behind her eyes, she finds solace in the warmth of her imagination. In one, she's home with Benny, their favorite movie plays in the background, and laughter fills the air as Benny burns the cookies he'd promised to make. Then, like a gentle breeze, the image shifts and she's in the orchard with Viv. The sun caresses their faces as they sit on the porch, hands almost touching, sipping peach lemonade and sharing stories. There's a spark in his eyes that makes her heart skip a beat, the comfort of his presence wraps around her like a soft blanket.

The scenes blend and blur into a faded image of the three of them, all together. She sees Benny and Viv, fitting together in her life like pieces of a puzzle. In a fleeting moment, the weight of her circumstances and the fear gripping her heart fades away, replaced by a glimmer of hope for a different future.

As the bars before her begin to rise, her heart sinks and she’s snapped back into reality. The metal screeches, grating against her nerves, echoing the gnawing dread within her. The signal had been given, her time had come, and there was no turning back. Her gaze fixates on the darkened figure of her opponent waiting on the other side, a formidable spirit warrior, their power an insurmountable force against her own. Breathing comes out in shallow gasps, fingers clenching and unclenching as the weight of the spectators’ eyes bore down upon her, a sea of curious faces and eager anticipation.

The iron bars finally clear their path, revealing the arena beyond, and she steps out into the stained sand. The air becomes electric with tension, the metallic tang of anticipation mingling with the scent of sweat and fear. Trumpets sound, and the roar of the crowd envelopes her like a thunderous wave. Her senses heightened, acutely aware of every movement, every breath, as she began her dance with death.

A barrage of blows, a whirlwind of power, each exchange a testament to the relentless fight for survival. Her opponent was skilled, adept at evading her scrying attempts, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her movements become desperate, attempts at evading her opponents attacks only grow more futile by the second. Each blow lands with an unforgiving force, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her body. She doesn’t want this fight, doesn’t want the violence to escalate. She calls out to her opponent, voice tinged with fear and sorrow. “Please, stop! I don’t want to hurt you,” her voice trembles and she takes another blow, “I don’t…I don’t want any of this, I’ll tap out, I’ll surrender-” Her words echo through the colosseum, the crowd falling silent for a moment, before erupting into jeers and demands for the fight to continue.

Her opponent’s eyes remain cold and unyielding, the glint of victory locked into their gaze. They show no sign of mercy or hesitation, pressing their advantage with a relentless force. Each strike breaks her down further, and she struggles to keep her composure. She's desperate not to fall victim to her dark instincts, to let the monster within take control. Her opponents blows land with brutal force, each impact reverberating through her body, threatening to break her like a fragile doll. She tries to fight back, her movements fierce and desperate, but it’s clear that she’s outmatched and the cruel destiny of the arena is closing in around her.

Every hit she takes, every cut, every bruise, every broken bone, only serves to fuel the bloodlust within her. She can feel the savage hunger rising, clawing at the edges of her consciousness, tempting her to embrace the darkness. Her vision blurs with each blow, and the taste of her own blood becomes a constant presence in her mouth, and the crowd roars a cacophony of cheers around her. She can feel the weight of their expectations, their thirst for blood and spectacle, and her vision goes red.

Her scream echoes through the colosseum, a guttural cry of pain and rage, completely different from any howl of pain she’d released during the fight. It was in that moment that the fury unleashed, and her transformation began. The nightmare bursts forth, her body contorting and shifting, growing into a monstrous creature, a reflection of her cursed blood.

In the span of a moment, it all unravels.

She loses all self-control, all semblance of who she once was, and her opponent's blood fills her senses. It's a heady and intoxicating scent that sends her into a frenzy, the tantalizing aroma pulling at the deepest recesses of her being, awakening the monster within.

She fights with a ferocity beyond comprehension, fueled by an insatiable hunger that burns in her throat. Each strike she delivers is a cry for release, for freedom from the torment that binds her. She tears into her opponent with wild abandon, her claws sinking deep into flesh and bone, blood splattering in every direction.

The colosseum falls into a stunned silence, the weight of what they've witnessed settling in like a suffocating fog.

And there she stands, drenched in crimson, her nightmare form unleashed upon the world. In that moment, she is a creature of the night, a monster born of desperation and pain. The woman she once was, now lost int he turmoil of her own bloodlust, her mind a blur of chaos and destruction. It's a transformation she never wanted, a fate she never asked for.

The crowd watches in horrified awe, their gasps and whispers barely audible to Elia against her own heartbeat. Once a girl, now a tragic figure, a vessel for the darkness that consumed her.

She stands there, no long as Elia, but a shattered soul with blood on her hands, the truth revealed to everyone in the audience.

[ofeventide]

Sometimes, alone is safer. That’s not the conventional wisdom.

[ofeventide]

status: closed for @grxmincvdescxnce / 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞.

⸻ In a charming part of Whale Island, amidst the forest trees and rolling hills, stands Runey's Trading Post — a ramshackle shop filled with oddities and trinkets. It's weathered sign creaks in the gentle breeze, welcoming both curious tourists and seasoned locals. Elia, with her dark eyes alight with wonder, stepped into the cluttered interior, the soft chime of the bell announcing her arrival. Her purpose today was simple and heartfelt, she sought the perfect gift for Benny.

In her quest of the ideal gift, her eyes fall upon a stranger standing before the perfect, captivating item that she'd spent days searching for. Filled with desperation, she mustered up the courage to approach the other, "Um, sorry to bother you," she begins, keeping her distance, "I've been trying to find something to buy my dad for days, and I guess you managed to pick this up before me. Technically I saw it first-" she stops herself, trying to remember that you'll catch more bees with honey than you will with vinegar, "- what I mean is, can I please have that? It'll make an old man happy, and save me from panic-buying another flannel shirt."

[ofeventide]

status: closed for @ladywhisperblade / 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 & 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢

⸻ Elia sat perched on the edge of a weathered dock, feet dangling above the gentle ripples of Secrezo Lake. The tranquility of the place was almost palpable, but today, her thoughts seemed to be playing a merry game of tag with each other. She peered down into the waters, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of her past self staring back, hoping to remember the girl she used to be before her bite. Yet, all that greeted her were the reflections of others who had gazed into the enigmatic lake.

She's startled when she hears movement from behind her, and turns to see Revi perched on the edge of the dock as well. It had been quite some time since she'd encountered anyone else at the lake, and for a moment, she allowed herself a moment to chat with the stranger. "Looking for any specific reflection down there?" she asks, her curiosity piqued. "I've been looking all day, but so far it's just showing me a bunch of weirdos." she tosses a rock across the water, watching it skip, and sighs, "Some lake, huh? You'd think with all the magic in the world, we'd be able to see what we actually want."

[ofeventide]

vicioushauntings​:

“…Freaky peach test subject?” Her words bring a hearty laugh from his lungs. His shoulders shake at the image of it. “Do you think I grow mutant peaches here? Peaches that don’t taste like peaches?” What would be the point in that? Still, he admires how she thinks. Experimental peaches? He can’t even imagine what that would look like. “I’ll eat a peach first, if it makes you feel any better. Picked freshly off the tree. They’re just plane jane ordinary peaches. But if you want to visit my favorite tree –” Both hands are shoved back in the pockets of his pants, and his head nods past the first set of trees they’ve come across. “It’s a bit of a walk. It’ll be the older trees in the orchard,”

Although he begins walking deeper into the grove of trees, Vivansh turns his head to ensure Elia follows just by him. “I feel like with the older trees…I have a bit more of a connection to them? I’m not sure if it makes much sense…but they’ve been around a little longer…so I know a little more what to expect from them than the newer plants? Which ones have the sweeter fruit…that sort of thing,” He tries to explain. But what Viv truthfully wants isn’t a sweet peach - he’d really rather hold Elia’s hand. Too soon. Much too soon, he has to remind himself of the fact. He may remember everything about her, but to Elia, he’s nothing more than a stranger who invited her to the bakery, and then back to his orchard.

“Do you know much about plants?” He asks, curious about where she grew up this time. “If you decide er…that you’d like to come back…I can always show you the greenhouse where I start the seedlings. Only if you’d like to…of course…” He doesn’t mean to think so far ahead already, but his excitement of seeing her again is difficult to contain when he’d been lead to believe that her time in this world had been completely severed. “Or…ah…you can always take a seedling back to your home. If you want to. I understand gardening isn’t for everyone, though, so don’t feel like you have to.”

⸻ Her cheeks flush pink when she hears his laughter, realizing her comment about the freaky peaches had earned her a genuine reaction. Her expression softens, and though she remains guarded, the tiniest hint of a grin tugs at the corners of her lips. "You never know, maybe you're growing peaches that taste like watermelons or kiwis or something," she quipped, a soft laugh finally escaping. For the first time in a long time, she felt lighthearted; it was something she hadn't experienced with anyone outside of Benny. It doesn't take long for her to realize this, and for it to put her on edge; how do you learn to let go and enjoy the world around you when it's always been so cruel?

She's quiet as they stroll deeper into the orchards, observing the trees that get older the further down they go. She watches him, a mix of fascination and wariness painted on her features. In a way, his passion for his older trees felt infectious, as though they were old friends she was meeting once again for the first time in ages. "I guess I'd never really paid much attention to plants before," she admits with a shrug, breaking her own silence, "they're beautiful and important and I know it's not the…expected response, but I guess I've just always been caught up in everything else." Everything else, of course, meaning something much more grim, but she had no plans to divulge the subject further.

The mention of his greenhouse and the possibility of taking a seedling home surprised her. The idea of having a piece of her orchard in her own home felt so intimate, so overwhelming. Her guarded nature fights to keep her emotions in check, determined not to let her vulnerabilities be exposed…even if she couldn't deny the fluttering in her chest. "Take one home…with me?" she asks, catching her lip between her teeth, "I think that's a recipe for disaster, I'll end up killing it and Benny will want to throw a whole peach funeral." Her eyes lower from his, her voice a little more quiet now, and she continues.

"Maybe it'd be better if I came back and you showed me your greenhouse, you can show me your seedlings...teach me about plants?"

[ofeventide]

axdently​:

“I will always be here to catch you.” he knew the weight of Elia’s past and the struggles she had to endure. sometimes he didn’t think that it was possible–– to grow a bound from that; to open up or have her completely open up. it was the biggest fear knowing that she could and would run away any chance she had, in those earlier times. but she stayed. and he stayed. and he’d be there for her forever. nothing would ever come in the way of his promises. “And if not, well,” he chuckles, “I’m falling wherever you’re falling. You can’t get rid of me that easily, kid.” 

he was determined to be the unwavering support she needed. her trust in him was a precious gift–– one he would cherish and protect with all his heart for the rest of his drab mortal life. the transformation he had witnessed in her, from a lost and seemingly disowned young girl to the radiant and resilient young woman before him–– it filled him with a sense of purpose and fulfillment. she’d come into his life so unexpectedly that he didn’t even realize it was what he needed the most. the memories of their journies together flickered through Benny’s mind, like a montage of everything he never wished to be rid of. from the day he first met Elia, to the countless moments they had shared—each one was a building block of their unbreakable bond. it was through their experiences, both joyful and challenging, that he had come to understand the true essence of fatherhood. being her dad had been a revelation and an honor that surpassed any expectation he could have had about love and trust. she’d shown him the power of unconditional love and the strength that comes from protecting and nurturing another soul. this is what he’d always wanted to achieve, and now he tightened his grip, holding Elia even closer as he continued,  “You never have to face life alone, ever again, not while I’m here.”

a smile of understanding curved his lips as he continued their dance, or more like a sway where feet barely moved and the floorboards under them creaked over the music. Benny looked at Elia, a mixture of love and pride shining in his eyes. with a tender touch, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice filled with warmth and conviction. “You are life’s biggest joy, Elia, even if we can’t dance.”

⸻ She'd felt just like the Grinch — her heart swelled double in size as Benny's words washed over her, wrapping her in a cocoon of security. A mix of emotions danced in her eyes as she looked back at him, their sways to the music uncoordinated, yet gentle. She couldn't help but smile when she had these moments with Benny, a soft glow illuminating from her features. The tenderness of the moment, the sincerity in his voice when he reassured her, it was all a reminder that she would never be alone in this world...at least not while he was still here.

As she pulled back from his embrace, she wiped away her tears, her hand brushing across her warm cheeks. A giggle escaped her lips, a mix of emotions intertwining with her laughter. "Alright, alright" she finally says, voice tinged with affectionate teasing, "we're getting dangerously close to mushy territory here, Dad. You know I can't handle too much sentimental stuff." She playfully nudges his elbow, still swaying to the music that enveloped them both in the moment. 

"Let's not even talk about our dancing skills," she continued, another giggle bubbling up, "We can say we've got our own special brand of coordination." Her laughter filled the air, a beautiful melody that matched the rhythm playing softly in the background. In that moment, she felt a profound sense of gratitude for the person standing before her. They may not have been the most graceful, but they were a perfect match in their imperfections.

With a grin, she took Benny's hand in her own and twirled him around, steps stumbling but filled with joy. "Who needs fancy footwork? Gotta keep it unpredictable, right?"

[ofeventide]

                            You keep storing up all that anger and grief.                              Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.

[ofeventide]

status: closed for @hcark​ / 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 & 𝐦. 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐦𝐚𝐧

⸻ All throughout the night, her mind spun as she relayed the events of her recent (not) date. She'd paced back and forth in her own thoughts all night, unable to shake the growing unease that crept into her mind. It felt wrong, almost unnatural, for someone to possess such an unwavering charm. She was spiraling fast, and before she knew it, she was already climbing in through his window, her heart pounding in her chest as she slipped into the darkened room. Faint moonlight filtered through the curtains and cast eerie shapes on the walls. Her senses heightened, footsteps barely making a sound as she moved throughout the room, her eyes scanning for any sign of a fault.

Of course, she didn't find one. Did this man seriously not even leave his laundry on the floor? This was sick.

Every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through her veins. with each passing moment, the room felt both familiar and alien in the darkness. Her mind raced, she was now questioning her actions and motivations, but the momentum of her spiraling thoughts only carried her deeper into the unknown. In the midst of the darkness, her foot collides with an object, causing a loud crash. Panic floods through her as she fumbles for the light switch. With a flick, the room is bathed in sudden illumination. Blinking away the temporary blindness, she lets out a hushed "ARGH" and discovers a strangers face mere inches away from her own. Their eyes meet in a moment of shared surprise, realizing they both broke in simultaneously.

A long, agonizing silence ensues, seconds feeling like minutes, until she finally breaks it.

"Well, this is awkward."

[ofeventide]

axdently​:

“Yes, I know…” low melodic laughter fades into the music at her words. it’s funny, when he thinks about it–– the fact that they share similar traits despite not sharing the same blood.  he knows outsiders looking in get a similar idea when they compare the two in supermarkets or gas stations or even at the diner. through and through she was his daughter. no physical characteristics, different backgrounds, nor DNA could ever change that fact. his chuckles lean into the fact that he knows clumsiness is something they have in common. “Practice makes perfect doesn’t it?”

he makes sure to salt the driveway when it snows–– often falling first at the expense of protecting her. he purchases stain removers for her laundry, so her favorite blouses aren’t ruined with any mishaps. he’s invested in auto-shutoff outlets so they don’t leave the coffee pot on all morning, he’s even added anti-slip traction tape to their stairs so that falling down the staircase isn’t a problem anymore. among his favorite safety objects are the Ring doorbell ( something he needed help with connecting to the wifi ) a rainbow nightlight for bumps in the dark, and the silly bandages he’d found in the market that look like strips of bacon against  their skin. of the promises he’d made in his life, protecting her was the most important. “Just follow my lead.” hands take their places. “You know I’d never let you fall.” he says with a nod. “What kind of father would I be if I did?” he reassures, “I’ve got you.” 

⸻ Elia felt a familiar warmth spread within her as Benny's laughter melded with the music. She watched him, a sense of belonging blossoming in her chest. Their bond transcended bloodlines, solidifying their connection as family. It was a feeling she had yearned for, ever since she'd lost the only family she ever knew. A home with Benny was a home where she finally felt she truly belonged. To go from crying alone on the front steps of her childhood home, disowned and deemed an omen, to coming home every morning and tire grips on her truck to keep her safe in the winter and seeing the man who pieced her together welcome her into his arms with love every day. It was a transformation that filled her with the overwhelming warmth of belonging. 

Her eyes twinkle playfully as Benny mentions their shared trait of clumsiness. "Practice makes perfect, huh?" she echoes, a hint of a smile gracing her lips. She moved closer to him, their hands finding their places. The music enveloped them in it's tender embrace, pulling them into a their dance. As Benny reassured her of his unwavering support, promising to never let her fall, a rare softness washed over her features. His commitment to protecting her touched her deeply; it was these small acts of care that she found solace, where she knew that she didn't have to face life's challenges alone. 

"Thank you, Dad," she whispered, her voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. It was barely above a whisper, the endearment feeling foreign yet just right. "I trust you, you know? Trust that you won't let me fall...not just now, but in everything...you know that, right?" In that moment, as they swayed to the music, she embraced the joy of dancing with her found-father, cherishing the connection they had built. With each step, she felt like the wounds from her past slowly healed. In Benny, she found not only a guardian, but a protector and a love that defied all.

[ofeventide]

⸻ As the falling sun kissed the orchard trees, the aroma of ripening peaches filled the air. It was a tangible reminder of the sweetness that could be found amidst uncertainty. She couldn't deny the strange mixture of nerves and curiosity that fluttered like butterflies in her stomach, but still, as much as she wanted to believe in the possibility of something more, her guarded nature was a fortress in which she was far too reluctant to let down. Even with the little stolen glances and the magnetic pull she felt, it wasn't just fear for her heart that kept her at a safe distance, but also the burn that always lingered in the back of her throat. It all served the same purpose, all pulled her back to the same conclusion every time she allowed hope to pull at her heart strings.

Don't get close.

Why couldn't he say something wrong? Why did he have to be so sweet, so...pleasant? The hues of the orchard painted a picturesque scene, the glow warming everything it touched. Elia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and she toyed with the edge of her sleeve; her actions betraying the conflict within. "That does sound...nice," she finally says, her gaze lowered, a hint of grumbliness to her voice. "I mean, peaches are cool, I guess." She trails off, leaving her answer ambiguous enough, for what reason? She didn't even know.

Did he have to be so passionate about what he did, and so cute when he talked, too? This was sick.

"Why do you ask? Are you trying to make me some freaky peachy test subject or something?" Finally, she takes nervous breath, and her dark eyes rise up to meet his. In an attempt to be nice and let the bratty exterior melt away for a moment, she starts over. "Alright, alright...fine! You win! I'll try the peaches...but only if you tell me which ones are your favorites."

He loves this time of the day. The sun hasn’t begun setting yet, but purple hues lurk just under the horizon. His skin feels warm - but not to the point where he’s quite sweating. And, given Elia’s presence by his side, it’s a fact that he’s grateful for. This is always the awkward part. When he meets her again. He knows so much about her - her favorite color, the fuzzy blanket that she used to pull tight around her shoulders in the cold, even how she’ll hesitantly look over to him. There’s a desire in the pit of his belly to put his hands on each shoulder and stop Elia right in her tracks. He wishes he could explain everything right then and there, move to the easy part, make up for the decades he’d waited for her to return to him.

Unfortunately, their relationship never worked like that.

So he allows her to look - to steal glances of him - while he leads her to his orchard. Which, truthfully, is her orchard, even if she doesn’t recall that fact yet. “Yes, I grew most of these on my own. I start the seeds inside, and once they’re big enough, I move them out here,” He explains. “When it comes time to harvest them, I’ll hire a few people to help. There’s so many that they’ve grown a tad beyond me but...” When he looks upon the trees, a smile becomes painted on his face. “You could say this is my life’s work. These trees...mean everything to me,” Although he speaks of the trees, Viv’s eyes settle on Elia. “Do you like peaches?” He asks, despite knowing the answer. “There should be some ripe ones. Choose whichever you’d like.”

[ofeventide]

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, featuring @vicioushauntings.

⸻ Strolling along the tree-lined path, the scent of freshly baked goods lingers in the air. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the countryside, illuminating Elia's delicate features as she fidgets with the strap of her bag. She kept her gaze low, allowing her hair to cover the sides of her face in an effort to hide the warm hues on her cheeks. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she felt a strange magnetism towards the man walking at her side; a connection that both excited and unnerved her. It felt all wrong, standing so close to someone else, when half of her said to run, and the other half begged to stay, even just for five more minutes.

Beneath her locks, she gently shakes her head, like she was telling herself to knock it off. This was absolutely not a date.

Still, as they walked, the stronger her internal battle became. She stole tiny glances at him, inhaled his scent when he strolled a little closer to her side. His words, his gestures, every interaction seemed to hold a weight that defied mere friendship, in a way, it felt like he'd been holding a part of himself back; like he knew something she didn't. As time continued, tension grew like a seed in her gut. She couldn't do the quiet thing, it left too much room in her brain for her to overthink. As they approach the orchard, she slows her pace and admires the lines of blossoming peach trees. "...you really grew all of these on your own?" she marvels and nibbles on the warm chocolate croissant he'd bought her from the bakery, "Sheesh, Vi, I've gotta say...you've got a lot of time on your hands."

[ofeventide]

⸻ Lost in thought, she was watching the raindrops bounce against the window when Benny's — or as she sometimes called him, Dads — voice drew her attention. In a swift motion, her gaze turned and she took him in. Every little crevice and wrinkle on his face, the stubble that was already growing in since his last shave, the sadness in his eyes that never fully went away. She could see the pain that he carried daily, the weight of loss enveloping his heart and pressing him down. She could have recognized it from a mile away, it was far too real, too familiar…pain recognized pain. Sure, it was different; he mourned the loss of someone he loved, and she mourned the loss of herself…it still hurt the same.

It wasn't all bad, though. Together, they found refuge, a flicker of hope in each other's presence.

Her lips curled into a half-smile, a hint of warmth flowering in her cheeks. "You know, dancing isn't exactly my strongest suit…" she paused, only to push herself up from her seat, "but I'd never say no to a challenge. Promise not to step on my feet or let me fall?" She extended a hand out to her found-father, the music from the record player serenading them ever so sweetly.

                                  RANDOM STARTER DELIVERY FOR @ofeventide​ [ DANCE ] for our muses to dance together 

the rain fell relentlessly against the window panes of the cozy Barraza residence. the sound of raindrops tapped against the glass creating a soothing rhythm, but they wouldn’t fully ease the grief that gnawed at Benny’s heart. mourning his wife, came in waves, and the once perceived formidable man grew cold and distant to a cruel world. he once seemed like a pillar of strength in the lives of those who crossed paths with him, but that was replaced with stoicism and caution. dedicating his life to detective work seemed like a waste given the lack of sense of security it truly gave him. at times he wondered to himself–– just how exactly could he keep a town safe when he couldn’t keep the only person in his family safe. 

thankfully, Elia had come into his life. she was his second chance, a cure to the ache, and a new family he’d never let go of. her smile could cure even the darkest of pains in his heart. and even now as they sit together listening to the record of Carlie Ray’s favorite artist, he feels slightly healed. it is no lie that Benny could be a clumsy person, but to this idea, he offers a challenge, “Hey Ellie, d’you know how to dance?” 

[ofeventide]

⸻ KNOW THAT WHEN YOU LEAVE, know that when you leave, BY BLOOD AND BY ME, you walk like a thief, AND I FALL WHEN YOU LEAVE, so tell me when you hear my heart stop. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS.

ELIA TATEHIRA ───  INTRO . PINTEREST .  PLAYLIST  .   THREADS  .  VISUALS  

THIS IS AN INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR CAGLIOSTROHQ, penned by ANA. this blog is run by a mun over the age of 18+ and may contain mature or dark content that will be tagged accordingly.

[ofeventide]