#laer ❃ 001

[eliasthemagi]

who?: @chancellorxlaer where?: hakanalia

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They needed the elves to teach them and not even Elias was an exception, but he didn’t need anyone’s help in Rome for an entire year. A paradigm shift changed things sure, yet that didn’t mean that he was going to start kissing their asses all of a sudden. But Elias’ impulses were still very human. The elves walking around the party looked good, really good, and maybe it was the molly but he couldn’t help but go slack jaw whenever one of their radiant bodies floated past. He felt like a dumbass locked in silent eye contact for so long only to look to the ground slightly bashful first in the end, so his ego wouldn’t allow him to let things end there. “I like your outfit,” Elias blurts out as he shoves his way through to the Chancellor. He had to say something, not wanting the elve to turn away and think him stupid or something. “Honestly, color me impressed. How all you guys squeeze into the tightest outfits is beyond me, but I’m thankful for it. Eye-candy is useless if my imagination has to pick up too much slack.”