*Wrote this when I was 14, you've been warned*. --------- People would say that the two of them had been in love for 900 years. They just didn't know it until now.
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oH My goOoOOODdddd
I CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND THIS OKAY PEOPLE
THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU ALL IS UNREAL
Shout out to anyone who has ever commented something even slightly funny because I was going through them at 2am last night while on my sleep high and my dad told me to stop laughing because it sounded like I couldn't breathe
"You waltz into my city, unannounced, with your flock of sycophants, flaunting news of a threat. All the while, your little lapdog Aya is conspiring with none other than Marcel Gerard," Elijah said, looking out one of the tall windows before moving to one of the tables, absentmindedly playing with the trinkets upon it.
"Conspiring? How grandiose. I thought I was the one with the flair for the dramatic," Tristan said.
"Watch it, Tristan," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
I hadn't exactly been invited to stay in the room, but I do believe it was made clear that Elijah wanted me here when he refused to tell me to leave like he had with Marcel. Surprisingly, Tristan hadn't protested yet.
