come a little closer -- eli

[xanna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] first encounters [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;]Roxanna was undeniably surprised by how the school year was starting off. Where she'd struggled a lot with sociability in her childhood, making friends rather than enemies was a result the junior would probably never fully get used to. Her cunning ways had always demolished any chance of success in most relationships, and her generally stingy words seemingly cut through others like a knife glided through hot butter: in short, Xanna was not someone you particularly wished to be around if your heart was weak and your mind had yet to be corrupted. Sometimes she hated herself for being so atrociously clever, but the addiction wasn't worth dropping completely in her opinion. Yet, she was lucky enough to find a couple of people she could relate to. Anna for one, thanks to her loads of confidence and determination to do as she pleased. Roxanna could honestly see herself referring to the senior as a best friend, if the future continued to unravel accordingly into her view. Mischief was a trait they happily shared, and the thought only made Xanna want to smirk devilishly. But in the same instance, there was Kris: and even though she didn't seem to be as morbid, Roxanna found herself admiring the many qualities the seventeen year old possessed. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun, especially with females instead of males. And then there was Eli, the brother of her friend Kris. She didn't really know him too well at the moment, but his nonchalant nature intrigued her whenever she would purposely attempt to be icy. It was rare for anyone to brush off her hostility in such an unphased manner. What if she was just losing her touch? ”Well, don't be shy. Tell me, how do you like our modifications?” She asked Eli finally, leaning back against a wall casually. Her arms folded neatly across her chest & one delicate brow arched as if in a challenging sort of question. Her other two friends had left for whatever reason by this point, so she was the only one left to keep Eli company. ”I wonder if this is what it's like to shave a lion,” she commented slyly with a wry half-smile, her eyes narrowing just a tad. ”Because fucking Christ, it certainly felt like we were shaving off a mane.” Pausing to muse carefully about her next sentence, she breathed a small laugh before speaking. ”Reminds me of Narnia: when that ogre shaved the feline's beautiful fur practically clean off. I've decided that from now on, I'm going to refer to you as my personal Aslan. And before you ask, no. You don't have a choice in the matter.” Typical Xanna, being as blunt as ever. [/style] tagged; eli&&xanna. words; 456. notes; hdfhedjdhujdfue <3 TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[elliot]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Eli was generally known to be a relaxed person. Like any other human being it was sure that the boy could be enraged, but it took a life-time supply of provoking to get to that point. A cigarette hung from his mouth and he would blow out the grey substance occasionally, sure not to interfere with the three girls working on his mane of hair. He complied easily to the taking of his dark locks, having little objection to it mostly to the fact that he had planned on getting the cut in the first place. The taunts didn’t bother him as much as the wild look it was beginning to bestow upon him and had he not been so lazy/cheap, he might have gotten a haircut before the beginning of the school year. Three or two, he wasn’t sure how many, weeks into the school year wasn’t all that bad, though! It was something, at the very least. He put his cigarette out and looked in the mirror, happy with the outcome of the hair session. His tips were blonde and his hair was a darker black, and it had a real choppy but good kind of look to it as far as the actual cut itself went.

“Well…” He began as he adjusted a couple of pieces, turning on his heels to lift himself up to the counter and look at her, a lazy but genuine smile on his face. He shook his head in laughter and looked at her, his eyes slightly narrowed and the grin turning into more of a smirk. “I think I look about five years younger. Without his mane, a lion is only a cub.” He said as he swung his legs over so that they were resting the sink, his reflection sitting next to him in the long mirror that hovered over the bathroom sink and continued all the way to the shower. “I should have gotten it cut a long time ago… but hey, whatever. Aslan does as Aslan wants,” he said jokingly as he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back on the wall. Clearly, he didn’t oppose at all to the nickname, in fact he found it pretty cute. He felt like more of a Simba, or maybe a Mufasa, but he let it go and looked over at the girl once more.

Eli honestly wasn’t familiar with her as it was that they had only spoken online before and heard of her from Kris, his twin sister, but he definitely had an attraction and interest in the girl. “I feel like I need a nickname for you now… over the night, it will be decided.” He said in a matter of fact tone of voice, his smile widening the longer he looked at her. In the middle of his train of thoughts a little one crawled into the room, a big grin on his four month old face, and Eli couldn’t help grinning back. He swung his legs back over and got on the ground, crawling forward and sitting with his legs crossed, putting the baby in his lap and holding him. “Xanna, here’s the little cutie that was trying to eat me, earlier.” He said, bouncing him a little in his lap.

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[xanna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] first encounters [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;]Cigarettes. The familiar taste of the toxic waste weaving its way thoroughly amongst her chest cavity was desired, but for once, she unquestionably left the smoking to Eli on this growing evening. As gratifying as it was to know all the boy needed was a pack of the sticks and he'd be up for anything, she wasn't allowing the crux of her mind to start swirling with manipulative schemes just yet. She was not aware of this unexplained change in her usual behavior: as, she was much too preoccupied with truly trying to figure out the senior a little better. He didn't know how aggravating it was starting to get on her end, because so far, her minor hostility had been easily brushed off. ”Then it suits you magnificently well, youthful child,” she spoke with an infamous slyness in her tone, returning the favor of his harmless joking. ”It's all about your personal preference, kid,” and it was rather funny how she continued to refer to him as much younger than she was, because although they were both seventeen, he was a grade ahead of her. She was accused of pulling this card often however, as she tended to believe that mentally, she was far more superior than most within her age group. ”But I like that idea,” said Xanna, an intrigued expression consuming her once slightly agitated frustrations. She willed her body to angle more in Eli's direction as she spoke, though she was careful not to seem too fauxly interested for the sake of him actually reacting positively. Or, maybe that was something she wouldn't mind in the near future. Maybe that was why she hadn't tried to slaughter his perspective with words yet. The thought of her actually tolerating someone other than her brother, Kris, and Anna sickened her greatly. ”Doing whatever you want whenever you please, I've gotta say...pretty impressive. Now tell me, how in the world is someone like me suppose to keep up with someone as...rebellious as you are, Mr. Aslan?” It was obvious to her that she spoke horribly sarcastically, but her wry smirk did take away a bit of the harshness coiled around her freaky little brain. She listened intently as he continued, a sort of displeased scowl demolishing anything good about her crafty little smile from before. She shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh, her eyes closing while she started to speak again. ”I don't do nicknames,” she said bluntly, scoffing at the idea that wasn't as far fetched as she thought it was. ”Besides, what could you possibly come up with? I don't remind anyone of anything, as far as I'm concerned. Well, except for maybe Wednesday Addams or something, but other than that, you have nothing on me.” She paused to grin triumphantly after this, realizing that he didn't know her well enough to really compare her to anything. But at the same time, how could she shamelessly dub the boy off as Aslan...when she didn't really know him either? The inner battle of trying to make sense of all of this distracted Xanna for a while. Nevertheless, a certain baby pulled her back to reality once more. ”....Kayden, was it's name...right?” She mused over the name, deciding that it suited the adorable bundle of joy sitting in Eli's lap. She slid off the counter and joined the taller teen with the infant, her light blue eyes taking in the small life wonderingly. ”I never thought I'd ever find something so precious, but your nephew seemingly proved me really wrong,” she admitted quietly to herself. ”Oh, that's right. He did try to eat you, didn't he?” She blinked a total of four times while she processed ideas, a light chuckle of pride indicating that she was ready to speak again. ”Kayden the Cannibal. I like the way that sounds. Except, that's really a mouthful so...ah! I've got it,” she reached over to pat the baby's head lightly, a genuine smile crossing her lips. ”From now on, I'll call you Kanni or Kanibee. I don't know how the second one is logical, but it sounded cute and I'll like the way it rings & flows. Yeah, Kanibee.” Oh god. Only Xanna would actually name a four month old baby after a mother fucking cannibal. [/style] tagged; eli&&xanna. words; ---. notes; they so areeee <3 TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[elliot]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Eli received an increasing amount of criticism for a number of things but none of which pertained to his personality or way of thinking, except maybe when he was called a freak, but that was rarely ever. In all honesty he was a sweet boy, particularly more so than most in this day and age, but you might not know that if your first remark to him is to get a haircut or change in any way, shape, or form. In most cases he would ignore these people, or even rude remarks at all and stick a cigarette in his mouth to carry on the day. He refrained from doing so now even though it wasn’t necessarily needed at the moment, he just couldn’t help the urge in his senses to grab another out of his pocket. He wouldn’t do it now though, not with a baby in his lap. He kissed the head of his nephew and looked up with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. “You probably won’t. Not unless you gather the skills to.” He said, his tone nonchalant and grin widening. “Wednesday Addams, eh? That’s a good one, I suppose.” He started, giving her one more look over before shaking his head.

“That’s not it. You remind me of something.” He said quietly, not quite sure what he was getting at and brushing it off when she came forward and focused on the baby. Eli watched as Kayden started biting at his bony hands again, right on cue of her naming him after a cannibal. He laughed at the irony and looked at her, shaking his head slightly at the scene before him. “As disgusting as the meaning of the name is, it’s pretty damn cute if you ask me. Maybe just because Kayden is and it makes it cute… but regardless.” He said with a sigh, letting the baby continue to nibble on his skin without much of an objection. He looked back up at her and realized finally what it was that she reminded him of. “A dove,” he began, a gleam intruding his blue eyes, “You remind me of a dove. Maybe it’s your skin… I don’t know.” He said, seemingly absent mindedly as his gaze went from focused on her to more as if he was talking to someone who wasn’t in the room, or the air.

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