Elliot had chosen Eden because she was not afraid of him. Long ago, in the Darkwillow Manor someone had taught her that they way to survive was not to try. Silent and stone-faced, just as she had trained herself to be, he stared down at her and found himself ultimately unfulfilled. There were times, such as these, when his mood was a thundering storm that he didn't want her to be the stalwart ship in the darkness. He wanted her to be the drowning sailor beneath his wake.
He lorded over her as she knelt to pick up the shirt, coated in dirt and blood but still treating it with the same care she did with all of his belongings. The ones she was allowed to touch anyway. He only continued to frown as she apologized. It won’t happen again, she said. It mostly certainly would. At times her lack of fear made her bold. She toed a fine line between brave and insubordinate.
He watched her as she walked away, eyes tracing the sway of her curves in the dark denim. He rubbed his fingers together, remembering the feel of her skin on his on his. Remembering the way he’d left smears on her porcelain flesh, like bruises he often left other places. He could hear water running and he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky as to just have a tub filled with water. He rolled his eyes thinking about all the oils and salts that would permeate the water.
When he appeared in the bathroom, he’d removed the rest of his clothing. Wholly unperturbed by his own nakedness, he moved around Eden towards the extravagant tub that occupied a corner of the room. “Buy whatever you need for the child,” he said, knowing how her brain worked. He knew she was already formulating a list of supplies that was entirely too thorough for the basic instructions he had given her. Stepping into the tub, he sank down into the water until it leveled just beneath his nose. He looked petulant, glaring up at her from the tub. Clear water was instantly muddled by his entrance.
Elliot lifted his chin a touch, enough to bring his mouth out of the water. “Go to the library and find me the tome on Arthurian Transmutation,” he ordered, before sinking into the water again. He offered no other hints as to what he was looking for or where she would find it. He felt a fruitless task was fitting for her previous outbursts. He lifted a hand, directing it at the child, who immediately erupted into high pitched and colic shrieking. He sunk under the water, which did nothing to muffle the noise.
He lorded over her as she knelt to pick up the shirt, coated in dirt and blood but still treating it with the same care she did with all of his belongings. The ones she was allowed to touch anyway. He only continued to frown as she apologized. It won’t happen again, she said. It mostly certainly would. At times her lack of fear made her bold. She toed a fine line between brave and insubordinate.
He watched her as she walked away, eyes tracing the sway of her curves in the dark denim. He rubbed his fingers together, remembering the feel of her skin on his on his. Remembering the way he’d left smears on her porcelain flesh, like bruises he often left other places. He could hear water running and he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky as to just have a tub filled with water. He rolled his eyes thinking about all the oils and salts that would permeate the water.
When he appeared in the bathroom, he’d removed the rest of his clothing. Wholly unperturbed by his own nakedness, he moved around Eden towards the extravagant tub that occupied a corner of the room. “Buy whatever you need for the child,” he said, knowing how her brain worked. He knew she was already formulating a list of supplies that was entirely too thorough for the basic instructions he had given her. Stepping into the tub, he sank down into the water until it leveled just beneath his nose. He looked petulant, glaring up at her from the tub. Clear water was instantly muddled by his entrance.
Elliot lifted his chin a touch, enough to bring his mouth out of the water. “Go to the library and find me the tome on Arthurian Transmutation,” he ordered, before sinking into the water again. He offered no other hints as to what he was looking for or where she would find it. He felt a fruitless task was fitting for her previous outbursts. He lifted a hand, directing it at the child, who immediately erupted into high pitched and colic shrieking. He sunk under the water, which did nothing to muffle the noise.
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