𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊 ╱ 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠.

it  brings  bad  memories   ,   anhel   ,   *   eivan  tells  him   ,   gaze  distant   ,   so  far  from  his  husband  and  yet  too  close  to  be  that  far  in  the  past   .   but  it  is   .   and  god   ,   he  remembers   .   he  knows  it   ,   could  recall  it  all  if  he  tried  hard  enough   —   but  he  won’t   .   it’s  not  the  past  that  matters   .   the  old  world  is  gone   ,   he  tries  to  reassure  himself   .   the  chill  in  his  bones  still  lingers   .   *   i  wouldn’t  want  you  to  see  that  side  of  me   .

not   even   a   lil'   bit   ?   :( 
            
            ꒷꒦ ┄┈ ❪ @vodnazirka ❫  

i’m fine,   i assure you..   *   he promises,   though his entire body feels so heavy it might as well be weighted all over with lead.   but the last thing elliott needs to know is that he’s barely been eating—   starving himself,   really—   because the aftereffects have never actually been this severe.   most times he’s able to intermittently accomplish / something /..   now he just feels like a failure,   especially as the cocky smile fades from his tired face.   his husband is right;   he probably looks horrible.   *   just need some sleep..   *   with those words,   he tries to grasp the wrist closest to him,   but upon trying to hold steady,   his hands can’t even manage the grip without strain.   *

i'm  always  here  for  ya,   darlin'..    you  look  so  pale  though—  and  much  smaller  too   ..    are   y'  alright   ?   *  elliot's  brows  furrow,   visibly  concerned  as  he  leaned  just  a  tad  bit  closer  to  his  spouse,  examining  his  features.  *
            
            ✨  @vodnazirka  ✨

it does .. ?   *   ellie glances back at the mirror ,   brows furrowed ,   and smiles ,   painted lips curling skyward .   *   wow —   thanks ..   it looks / amazing / .

of   course   ,   darlin'   —    here   ..    just   a   tad   bit   more   there   ..   aaand   done   !     that   shade   suits   ya   !
            
            ✨  *  [ • @oscuroacque • ]

okay..   yeah.   *   he  stroked  through  elliot’s  hair,   gently  brushing  his  scalp,   trailing  down  to  the  nape  of  his  lover’s  neck  with  a  demeanor  matching  his  touch.   eivan  had  always  been  known  as  one  of  the  softer  siblings  in  his  line,   right  next  to  his  twin,   adaline.   it  was  the  effect  of  being  so  starved  of  touch  after  years  of  isolation,   save  rough  tugging  and  restraints.   his  love  came  so  naturally,   people  were  usually  afraid  of  how  eager  he  was  to  care  for  others.   but  not  elliot.   not  his  beautiful  darling.  *   that’s  okay..

nah,     this—    this   is   fine.  just..   just  hold  me  &&  i'll  hold  you.
            
            ۪۪̥°    ꦿ    ۫։ຼ 〻@vodnazirka 

۪۪̥°    ꦿ    ۫։ຼ ۪۪̥〻@vodnazirka 
            ╱       i demand context or i'm playing baby don't stop—