[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.]
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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?