τ h ø ɾ ṉ ṡ . ø ṉ . ṿ ï ø l ï ṉ ṡ {Eter!}

[Етеяиiту]

"You are more idiotic than i thought" he said holding his neck in a second "i said, there is nowhere you can get out"

[CrimsonMoon]

He gasps and grabs the stranger's wrist, trying to keep him atleast from choking him,"... It's upstairs," he rasps again, trying to look defiant though the man could probably feel his pulse as fast as a panicking rabbit's

[Етеяиiту]

He smiled then threw him on the closest couch he could find "remember that you cant get out" he said then headed upstairs. He had enchanted every opening, none to open without his permission.

[CrimsonMoon]

Elijah lands with a grunt and rolls off, crouching on the floor for a moment before straightening," keep calm and carry on," all those World War Teo signs had said that during the Blitz... English signs nonetheless but they were motivation... Keep calm and carry on... This was his Blitz. Almost as if in a dream, he hung up his coat, kicked off his shoes and headed to his room to change out of the dress shirt... As usual... The routine calmed him..

[Етеяиiту]

The shower turned on and you could just barely see his scarred and tortured body through the steam, all along his chest were grueling scars from torture, from misery, and down his legs, along his arms. To top it all off there was a tattoo, obviously from long ago considering it was faded though tattoos never went away, the ink, the ink that marked him as a slave, it would never go away.

[CrimsonMoon]

He stiffens a bit when he sees this but closes the bathroom door quietly , slidin off his shirt and pants and sliding into his plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt that hugged his skin comfortably... BBC was probably on, it was still a mystery to him how Americans had just discovered Doctor Who... That show had been around for sixty years! Elijah shakes his head, stupid ADD... He had to focus... He crawled back onto his bed and rested his chin in his hands as he stared ino space... Wht WAS this guy..

[Етеяиiту]

He came out of the shower and once he came out of the bathroom it was like a fangirls wet dream. Like matt smith or David tennant walking out of that tardis and smiling that devious little smile, but no this was different, this was better, this was real, this was the sexiest man, with or without scars. Walking from the bathroom, in nothing but a towel around his waist and looking at you, looking at you with those alluring, beautiful, dazzling electric green eyes of his, flawless face, perfect pale olive complexion. And you just melt, because his sexiness could kill the world.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Dayum xD)

Elijah starts when he feels the blast of warm steam, instinctively glancing at him and immediately blushing and looking away, scrambling for the door," Ah! Sorry, i'll just..."

[Етеяиiту]

( XP sorry)

He rolled his eyes "why?" He asked. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of his boxers, and sweatpants.

[CrimsonMoon]

He pauses next to the door and presses his forehead against it," not giving you privacy..." He explains softy, in a quaky voice. His blonde hair covering his face.. He was shaking... OhmiGOD.. The Stranger was hot.. Really. Hot.

(For what? XD i think you gave an awsomely smexy image x3)

[Етеяиiту]

(Aww thanks X3 )

He shrugged "it is your house" he said leaning back on the bed not really caring if he saw the scars even if he hated them.

[CrimsonMoon]

'Then can't i have MY house back?' He wanted to snap but Elijah wasnt a angry person, he glances back,"... What's your name..?"

[Етеяиiту]

"No, not yet, and my name...its Viata" he said softly, he knew it was quite feminine, but he didnt care.

[CrimsonMoon]

".. i'm Elijah..." Elijah murmurs before pening the door and closing it behind him... nearly slamming it. he felt as if if he had stayed there any longer, he'd do something stupid....

[Етеяиiту]

He raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes letting off a small smile. He watched the show and realized just how awkward he made all this.

[CrimsonMoon]

elijah retreated downstairs and flops onto the couch and covered his head with a pillow, f***.... f***... why did he suddenly feel so... needy? what the hell was wrong with him...

[Етеяиiту]

He stood up "ELIJAH! Oh Elijah!" He called wanting to fix up things.

[CrimsonMoon]

Elijah glances up,"... Yeah?" he calls back hoarsely, nervous

[Етеяиiту]

He finally found him and smiled "ahh there you are" he said with a smile. He looked better with a smile, though he was sexy either way.

[CrimsonMoon]

Elijah coughs and covers his nose,"... nose bleed.." he mumbles and sits up, grabbing a tissue,"... Yes... Viata?"