syngasm

[fatherofmachine]

@anoutlicr said: ' Harold. '

❝Elias,❞  came Harold’s return greeting, dry and guarded as it always tended to be. However,  he could practically hear the smirk that no doubt colored Elias’ features, the intrigued mirth illustrating it so clearly that Harold didn’t even need to see it with his own eyes. Nonetheless, Harold’s gaze lifted to catch Elias’ in turn, bright blue meeting dark brown; opposites on the surface, but the same, sharp intelligence shining in both. He’d been leaning his chin on his knuckles and, as he’d glanced up, that hand simply hovered upright, his elbow resting on the table.

Familiar pain burned throughout the damaged vertebrae of Harold’s neck, radiating down his left side and into his left leg; today, however, it was manageable enough to be static background noise ... unless he needed it not to be.