Elliot was standing in front of his desk when Eden entered. Chairs had been pushed to the side to allow him to lean against it, noisy bundle present in hand. He looked very collected for a man who was a mess and holding an unpleasant child. He watched her carefully through the fall of his mussed bangs. She was impeccable as ever he noted, and timely, which he appreciated. “Eden,” he replied, low and clipped as if it were a greeting.
He moved just close enough to pluck the coffee from her offering hands. Humming appreciatively as he took a sip. He decided not to address the state of himself. He knew she was only scolding him out of habit, having certainly seen him in a worse state on multiple occasions. Elliot rounded his desk, and let his eyes fall over her again. The child still squirmed in his grip, blankets had fallen from his head, revealing black ears with silver tips that flickered in it’s agitation. “You’re hair is longer,” he complimented over the rim of his mug. “I like the curl. It’s nice.”
He made pleasant conversation as if there was not an upset infant between them.
“I wouldn’t worry about that jacket.” Was all he needed to say to have her drop the subject. He honestly had no idea where the jacket had gotten to, but he had no doubt it was in a ruin somewhere. He set the cup down on the desk, and approached her, ignoring the judgmental set to her expression as he often did. He closed the distance between them, and his free hand briefly touched the top of her arm. His fingers trailed down the length of the limb until he was able to take her hand in his own. He still did not trade off the child to her.
“You’re bleeding,” he noted, lifting the knuckle to his mouth. He’d sensed the blood as soon as she entered the hall. The magic did that to him. All these years and he’d yet to have a taste of her. There was power in blood and hers could be useful to him. In the same way that anything was useful to him, but he didn’t waste the opportunity. He returned the hand to her in the form of simply removing it from his mouth, when he did so the wound had vanished.
After this, he did give the baby to her. It wasn’t so much a request that she take it. He simply held it out to her with the very strong impression that he would drop it if she didn’t make the move to take it.
He moved just close enough to pluck the coffee from her offering hands. Humming appreciatively as he took a sip. He decided not to address the state of himself. He knew she was only scolding him out of habit, having certainly seen him in a worse state on multiple occasions. Elliot rounded his desk, and let his eyes fall over her again. The child still squirmed in his grip, blankets had fallen from his head, revealing black ears with silver tips that flickered in it’s agitation. “You’re hair is longer,” he complimented over the rim of his mug. “I like the curl. It’s nice.”
He made pleasant conversation as if there was not an upset infant between them.
“I wouldn’t worry about that jacket.” Was all he needed to say to have her drop the subject. He honestly had no idea where the jacket had gotten to, but he had no doubt it was in a ruin somewhere. He set the cup down on the desk, and approached her, ignoring the judgmental set to her expression as he often did. He closed the distance between them, and his free hand briefly touched the top of her arm. His fingers trailed down the length of the limb until he was able to take her hand in his own. He still did not trade off the child to her.
“You’re bleeding,” he noted, lifting the knuckle to his mouth. He’d sensed the blood as soon as she entered the hall. The magic did that to him. All these years and he’d yet to have a taste of her. There was power in blood and hers could be useful to him. In the same way that anything was useful to him, but he didn’t waste the opportunity. He returned the hand to her in the form of simply removing it from his mouth, when he did so the wound had vanished.
After this, he did give the baby to her. It wasn’t so much a request that she take it. He simply held it out to her with the very strong impression that he would drop it if she didn’t make the move to take it.
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