_{———❝ You shouldn’t be here. ❞
It was said with a silent fury. You could see it in his eyes, his cold exterior crumbling with each second frozen in the doorway. No weapon in hand, no mask overhead, he stood there knowing what exactly he was capable of.}

He couldn’t stand to look the man in the eye. One miscalculation, the man too comfortable in his high tower to lock one fucking door. This was his fault, a fault which lead him not to set the mutt on fire where he stood. His study was the one room in the apartment that didn’t have the same emptiness as the rest; books and albums lined the shelves, old pictures of friends and family peering back at you, while several seemed to depict one blond child amongst an estranged family. She looked unhappy.

Feet quickly approaching the intruder, Elliot reached to grab him by the collar and push him down. The attempt at roughness seemed uncharacteristic of his usual attitude; the man often ignored the unwelcome guest or went along with his antics. Something had struck a chord.

❝ You just fucking love to stick your nose up my ass, don’t you? ❞

_{@catastrophicur}

passivepsycho:

me spotting gay activity

@catastrophicur

please tag blood

no problem

@catastrophicur elliot loves one (1) man

_{———❝ Take some advice from a younger man: it isn’t worth the effort. ❞}

_{@bewitcheds sc}

LOVELY.

_{arm bends && head leans into SOFT palm ‘fore a curious twinkle GLEAMS within half – lidded eyes. perhaps they had PIQUED his interest. “ you’re so young . . ” words tumble from the bat in a whisper , somewhere deep down he even felt a tad ENVIOUS. although he wasn’t ancient per se , a hundred was far better than FOUR hundred. “ you look lovely for your age – is that a BETTER compliment ? ” lips shiny with gloss then curl , revealing but the FAINTEST of dimples within porcelain cheeks.}

_{———❝ I’m only human – that means a lot to me. ❞
Unchanged and immortalized, the man felt his age with each passing day in ways apart from his body. He saw friends and acquaintances grow rich and old and dead, days spent categorizing the few he let close to him in his silent hubris. Rarely did he find himself in the company of mortals; it was more humane to live apart, than to live alone.}

❝ I find it kind of ironic how the pot calls the kettle black. ❞
Lovely was the word he used.

He’d hardly met a lovelier facade.

MAKI-SAN.

✿
“-Mr. Kaufman?”
Well, wasn’t this quite the unfortunate surprise? Not that Mio had come to expect anything else from the unlucky streak that she simply couldn’t seem to break. Besides that, in a town as small as Morioh, it was only inevitable that they’d meet each other outside of school grounds.

Still, knowing all those facts didn’t help ease the tension running between them in the least.
While had nearly turned up her nose at Elliot’s initial offer, but the borderline ridiculous amount of groceries that she’d stocked up on easily tempted her into nodding her little head.

“Yes, please. My hands are a little full, so I’d very much appreciate any help I can get.”
Laughing out half-heartedly, the girl would shuffle herself behind Elliot’s shadow and hold her breath. “Shall we get going then? I’ll be following behind you, so there’s no need to worry about me.” Who knows? Maybe this time around, nothing bizarre would happen. Maybe.

_{———❝ Here, let me help you with those. ❞
The man reached out to take some of her groceries, waving her towards a parked BMW. How a teacher could afford a luxury vehicle like that, one could only wonder.}

❝ How are your English studies going… Will you be ready for my quiz this Monday? ❞
The man smiled, hoping his humor got through his accented Japanese. Dropping his bags in the trunk, the man opened the passenger door for the young woman. His car smelled faintly of smoke, a scent the man carried around with him through his addiction.

❝ Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette before we go? I don’t want to seem rude and smoke with you in the car. ❞