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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 6:01 am
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Olover froze in the hallway that contained their bedrooms, hair standing on edge, tail bristled. "It's... late?" He replied back awkwardly, his posture tense. "I don't know why you're even up making tea in the first place..."
His nerves were on fire, burning him beneath his skin like hot coals, the pit of his gut twisting with that all too familiar anxiety. He took a deep breath, but it didn't help, not when he could feel himself shaking so badly. There was no way Elliot could have known about the Moonwalker thing, right? He had to tell him, those were just the breaks.
...unfortunately, Oliver was actually a pretty big coward. He slipped into his room and let the door shut with an audible click. Chai was glad to see him at least, what with the way she let noisy murbles erupt from her throat upon his entry.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:40 pm
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It wasn't that he and Oliver never fought or disagreed on things, nor was Oliver required to spend time with him after the full moon, or any night, if he didn't want to. What struck Elliot as odd wasn't those circumstances necessarily, it was how cagey the responses were, how clueless they were in a way that sounded a lot like an excuse for something he didn't want to do. Beneath the smoothed over facade, the gentle, unbothered expression, Elliot was trying not to panic, too.
Life had turned into walking on egg shells. Without any notice at all, Oliver began to act as if something was constantly wrong. Eli tried but failed in not blaming himself for it.
Time ticked by in long, heavy seconds as Elliot hesitated at the stove. Instead of watching the kettle, he watched the closed door, he watched as Pascal poked his head out of the bathroom where he'd been in a dead-sleep on the cool tile floor. A shaky breath snaked past his lips and he finally started down the hallway, the dog trotting up to meet him, his hands already clammy.
"Oliver...? Is... everything alright?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:44 pm
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He was leaning against the back of the door, evident with how it was knocking against the lock without opening and by the shadow under the frame. He could hear Elliot's footsteps all too easily, his senses way too ******** sharp, his hands hovering awkwardly on the air in front of him. He didn't like it when Elliot showed genuine concern in his well being. It was easier when he wrote his excuses off at face value and put the dog to sleep.
"..." There wasn't anything to say. He found his heart rate spiking, his stomach churning with familiar nausea. In response to Elliot's question, all he said was, "You should be watching the kettle. It'll go off soon." He honestly had no real idea when Eli had even put it on, but the words escaped his lips nevertheless. They were shaky. Unnerved.
After a moment there was a harsh sigh, "J-Just leave me alone, okay? I can't talk to you right now." Cold feet. Coward. Chicken s**t.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 6:55 pm
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"I can't..." He took a deep breath, "I..."
His mind was racing. He could feel the push on the door, hear Elliot barely on the other side, hear Pascal whining. This was kind of pathetic, actually. Two guys standing on either side of a door while their animals looked sad at them. He tentatively turned around, still leaned against the door, only facing it.
"I don't want you to see what I am." He took a deep breath, "I told myself I... I was going to tell you but dammit Elliot I can't." It was hard enough to admit this much, his shaken prose slowly back building into a verse for the ages. "I'm a monster, Elliot. Magic. I don't want you to see me..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 11:39 am
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"Magic doesn't make you a monster," was his reply, breathy but patient in a way that sounded like he'd said this before. One time, one hundred times, it didn't matter; Elliot would say it as many times as he needed to if it would assure Oliver he didn't look at him the way their society did. It wasn't like that.
He breathed, slow and deliberate, trying to steady himself. Maybe someone had seen Oliver walking home, noticed his tail poking out or his ears. Maybe it wasn't something he'd done, after all. He crossed his fingers and hoped, even if self-doubt made it difficult to believe.
"There's nothing wrong with what you are... Don't you remember what I told you before?"
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