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[personal profile] demonbound 2016-10-22 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course...of course this would happen to him. It's not even like Elijah hates nature, or being outside or anything, but he sure as hell isn't the type to go out into the woods on a leisurely stroll by himself, and he absolutely doesn't want to be trapped outside, wandering around and lost in some forest.

It feels like it's all some big fluke, really. He'd come here for strictly business reasons...and isn't it ironic too? He'd come because he'd heard about all the people who'd either disappeared in these woods, or the ones who'd come back but had gotten lost during their time here too...And all the ones who'd returned had said there was something strange about the experience. It'd sounded like a lot of nonsense too, but enough people'd started talking about it that would give Elijah material for an article to write about it.

He hadn't even planned on going this far into the woods...he'd wanted to take a quick look, and with a guide but somehow...Somehow, it seems like he'd barely made his way into the entrance, where he was supposed to meet his guide. And now...he's lost too.

His cell phone didn't had any signal (of course it wouldn't...why even have a cell phone??) so calling anyone wasn't going to do him any good. And as much as he thought he'd been carefully backtracking...it feels like all he's done is walk in circles for an hour or so. He can't even fully admit to something else either...the feeling that he's been being watched...because that still feels like complete bullshit to him. Honestly, he's had more than his fill of nature at this point...he's starting to get fed up with all of the leaves and tree trunks that all look exactly the same. All he wants is to be curled up on his couch, under a blanket with his laptop right about now...

That's not going to happen any time soon though. He's probably due to a while longer of crankily stomping around through the woods, shoving tree branches out of his face, and scaring off anything that gets too close. Well...almost everything.

For as long as he's been out here, it's startling to hear what sounds like someone approaching...and even more startling to see there actually is someone there when he turns towards the noise.

When he sees the man, Elijah freezes in his tracks. It's true enough that he'd make for an odd sight objectively...wandering around without a shirt, and wearing some makeshift crown on his head. At first glance, most people would probably just think the guy was crazy, right?

But not Elijah. Everything strange about this scenario seems to drop out of the picture...and fade away. The look in the other man's eyes just seems to bypass all of it...Elijah's always been naturally talented at snap judgements...and from what he can see of this person, it seems like he's exactly where he wants to be. Something about the whole situation makes a shiver pass through him, and his heartbeat starts quickening in his chest. It's not even fear, it's...something else. Maybe anticipation...? Excitement......?

He doesn't move from where he's standing, but he turns very slightly to face the other. The irritation from wandering aimlessly through the woods hasn't completely faded, but all things considered- he still looks pretty calm for someone who's facing a stranger after being lost for a few hours.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (The Closer)

[personal profile] demonbound 2016-10-22 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Instinctive awe is probably the closest to what he's feeling...even if it's impossible to determine exactly what it is about this person's presence that's so overbearing. Elijah isn't the type to automatically conclude that he can't be human...and yet, the possibility does pass through his mind right now. There's something about the idea that just seems to click into place- at least, based on first impressions. It's definitely something wouldn't believe if he weren't seeing it in person for himself.

Even as the man takes a few steps closer to him, he doesn't feel threatened. He still feels frozen to where he is- glued to that one spot he's standing on, even though he can manage to move himself to face the man fully. And the closer he gets, the more it seems like that presence is weigh down on him...and oddly enough, there's something about it that he likes, quite a bit. There's something about the man that just seems naturally powerful...but that isn't necessarily what's drawing Elijah in...even if he can't completely place what actually is.

The question makes him give a small, breathy laugh though. Maybe it's not too much of a ridiculous thing to ask since he...actually is lost, but...Hearing the other man ask it like that- somehow it gives Elijah the impression that he knows exactly what's going on here. Like this man knows perfectly well that he has been lost, and even that he was expecting to see him here too. Maybe that should be unnerving...maybe it is a little. But more than anything else, Elijah still feels that sense of excitement building up in him. He likes the idea that this man could've been waiting for him...even if, objectively, that also seems like complete bullshit.

He shrugs a little in response- seeming pretty casual even now. If this stranger is going to be casual to him, there's no reason for him to act any differently.]


I don't know what else I'd be doing out in the woods by myself for a few hours.

[Sarcasm hasn't left him either, apparently.

He keeps his eyes fixed on the other too- watching his every move, and wondering what he'll do next. There's a slight tenseness to the way he's standing, but other than that...it's almost as if he's just inviting the other to keep on coming closer.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Desperate)

[personal profile] demonbound 2016-11-07 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, in most cases, Elijah doesn't like to be touched at all...let alone by a complete stranger. It's not that he can't stand contact or anything, it's just that most people don't have any business laying a hand on him. But when this man reaches out towards him...he doesn't find himself bothered by it at all. He doesn't even flinch, or shy away as the hand gets closer- simply standing there, continuing to watch.

It's already fairly obvious that the other is examining him in one way or another...and it gives the impression that he's looking for something he wants too. There's no way for Elijah to know if that's true or not unless he stays...and for some reason, he can't help but want to see if the other will find something he likes. Elijah himself likes the thought of that too...No matter the fact that he knows next to nothing about this "king", he can at least conclude that he'd like a reaction like that.

So he closes his eyes as those finger tips brush against his cheek- letting himself focus on the sensation of the touch. Something about it makes a shiver pass through his body, and he has to fight to keep himself from leaning into that hand more too. Even though the stranger touched him first, he doesn't exactly want to seem needy for it...and yet...he really doesn't want it to stop.

A moment passes and he opens his eyes again- still not making any move in either direction.]


I guess I'm not.

[It doesn't seem like he'll be leaving anytime soon either, so he takes a moment to look the man over too. He's not looking for anything in particular- more just that he's curious to see what he does find.]

And were you planning on keeping it that way for a while?

[Considering the way things are going.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Good Night & Good Morning)

[personal profile] demonbound 2016-12-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[That statement...does send some alarm through him this time. Not necessarily because he's afraid of dying, though. He really doesn't get any sense that this stranger wants to kill him, or even hurt him...at least, not yet. But on paper, Elijah sure doesn't like the idea of getting dragged into some forest and never being able to leave again. He came to spend a few hours here at best, nothing more...and while he doesn't necessarily dislike the forest or anything...he's still the type to spend most of his time inside.

It's strange though- all of those worries flash through him in an instant, but then fade towards the background again. Like they're not that important...more like an inconvenience. And it's not as if they don't matter at all...but...

He just can't bring himself to worry about that as much as he normally might. This is something he can deal with later- all the everyday things that're supposed to be bigger concerns. How he'd get home, back to his apartment, his job, his regular life...He can pass all of that up, if going back there meant losing this chance here. Even though he doesn't necessarily know the full story of what's going on right now...he knows for sure that he'd regret it if he tried to leave in this moment.

This time he does lean into the man's hand, just slightly, before he pulls away. Maybe because he knew the other would pull his hand back...and just like he thought- the absence of the touch just makes him want it right back again.]


Hmm...so you're saying that does include you?

[As far as not being "normal". Even though it's phrased as a question, it's more like a statement. There's nothing "average" about this man...as ridiculous as that might seem in an objective sense. But Elijah's sure that even if he saw him in a more mundane setting, he'd feel the same way.

He is sharp though, and he feels a small, stupid rush of pride at that fact being acknowledged. But it's because of that...that he can tell the other seems somewhat excited about something.]


Then maybe you can tell me why I won't be leaving.
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Six Feet Under)

[personal profile] demonbound 2017-01-12 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Hearing a statement like that...even if it's said so casually, it drives home the point. Elijah's life won't ever be the same now.

It's a very finite thing to say too, isn't it? "You're going to be my queen"...meaning Elijah doesn't even have the option of saying no. Maybe something like that would petrify most people...especially given the fact that he's almost certain this man isn't human. But the finality of that statement actually sense a cold rush of excitement through his veins.

Maybe it's something to do with the fact that Elijah himself is so possessive of people, but the reverse is also true in some cases. Especially right now. He feels absolutely, undeniably thrilled at the idea that this..."king" saw something in Elijah that he liked...enough to take Elijah for himself, without even taking no for an answer. That someone, presumably in a position of power, wants him for a companion. And a companion that he'd want by his side for a long time, given what he'd said...

A shaky breath slips out from his lips, but it's not one of fear...and his eyes widen- practically shining with intrigue by now.]


Your...queen...?

[His voice is softer too- quivering slightly- but it should still be obvious enough that it's not because he's bothered by the idea. Not at all. Even the title of "queen" might bother some men, but not him...Not when it's said like that to him.

Without even realizing it, Elijah's body drifts towards the other- very slightly leaning over towards him. Like he's once again subconsciously asking for the other to touch him. If he's going to take Elijah, then he should do it.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Good Night & Good Morning)

[personal profile] demonbound 2017-04-12 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The hand on his cheek is already enough to get Elijah's heart racing faster again...And the fact that it does feel like the other man isn't used to it- that just makes him all the more interested. Because if this isn't something this king's used to, that must mean Elijah's at least one of, if not the first person he's tried this on...and that's a thought he likes quite a lot too.

He sees the kiss coming, naturally, as their lips get closer and closer...but no matter that fact, it does nothing to prepare him for it. The moment they touch, Elijah feels a violent shiver pass through him, and he lets his eyes close...drinking in that small sample of what could be his. The more this man gives him, the more Elijah wants...and even as he pulls away again, it feels almost like some form of torture. Of course he's eager...eager for more of all of this. The other's question on it actually makes him chuckle a little in turn.]


So do you.

[After all, it was this other man who approached him first...then declared Elijah his queen, and now kissed him. And it's not as if Elijah was doing anything to deter him- he'd been encouraging him, if anything. But he hadn't come out into the woods in search of anything like this, that's for sure.

Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't interested. Honestly, he couldn't imagine turning down an opportunity like this- even if it means throwing away...well, much of everything that's familiar and comfortable in his life. It doesn't feel like such a hard decision though...he knows that even if he lived, and left the forest, he would regret turning away from this for the rest of his life.]


Is it really so strange if I feel the same way?

[When neither of them have never met before now.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Here We Are)

[personal profile] demonbound 2017-06-10 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[As much as it'd seemed obvious already...that statement about humans fearing the unknown- referring to them as if they're the "other" in this case...it really seems to be the first thing to drive home a confirmation that this being in front of him is most definitely not human. Of course, there's even more afterwards...the shimmering light...and then the flash of those antlers. No matter how easily someone could chalk that up to a trick of the light, Elijah knows they were real. It's something that seems to go beyond even instinct- like there's not any room for doubt.

His heart beats faster in his chest than it has since the man first walked up to him...like the brief sight of those antlers ignited an even stronger feeling inside of him. He stares up at the space where they'd been a few moments longer- like he's unwilling to miss a chance at a second glimpse. His lips are parted very slightly, and his eyes stay open wide- the light from the forest itself reflected in them now. A part of him almost wants to reach out...to touch the space where the antlers had been. But his body feels frozen after that and for the time being, his hands stay where they are.

Still, there's no question whether it's eagerness or fear on his face...it's plainly written there for the other to see. But that makes it easy to give an answer too- even as another breath shudders out of his mouth.]


Elijah...

[There're always stories...about names holding power. Even if they were always folklore, it feels like right now...it might hold a little more weight. Whether that's true or not, he still doesn't feel fear from handing his over so easily...Maybe in part because he can't help but wonder...can't help but desperately want...need to hear the way his name sounds when it's said in the other's voice.

And yet, some small, defiant part of Elijah had almost wanted to wait and ask for the man's. The part of him that doesn't like being ordered around...But this is one of the few times he'll compromise somewhat. Even if that doesn't necessarily make him a docile little lamb either.]


Will I get to hear yours, too?