#elias interactions

[elpida]

"do you think we might be the only people left alive? you know, other than the infected?" (elias & rhea)

"would it bother you if we were?" he asked, a genuine curiosity. see, he'd grown quite fond of rhea over their weeks of seemingly being stuck together if only for the sake of not going absolute insane in the silence that was being... alone. it was once rare to see other people now it just seemed impossible. "do i make such awful company?" he asked, his dark eyes searching for her answer. he knew he wasn't exactly a good man but he didn't think he had really been bad to her, not yet at the very least.

"i'm sure it isn't just us left rhea, maybe we're just thinking about this all wrong... maybe whoever remains, went underground or into the caves, it'd be a smart thing to do. here-" he was up a ledge, extending his hand down for her to take so they could continue hiking. "if it's just us well, we've a whole lot of the world to see.. then we've a really gut wrenching decision to make on if we let the human race continue or say fuck the human race, all very deep stuff. see, you were wondering about people, i'm just hoping we bump into a dog. i'd quite like a dog." his head tilted in thought. "what if the humans we eventually meet, aren't very human like anymore?"

[tf2-green-ghosty]

Hihihihihi helllllloooooo is me again

How are you doing ^^

Hey there!

One of the anons told me you “like me”!

HAHA

Is that true!?

[elpida]

eris wasn't acting like herself, only brought back by his little request, to be there and present and not lost in her head. she wasn't going to be herself until she knew that eden was conscious and that could be days. "i'm here.." she whispers. it'd been so long, since that last happened. it used to happen a lot more but it hadn't happened in the recent weeks, maybe because they'd all been so aware in their volume when they were moving like they had been. "believe it or not, this might shock you, it'd my aim to hurt you as little as possible." a somewhat coy smile briefly showed but there was so much on her shoulders right now that it all felt.. heavy. she wasn't going to settle or rest, she couldn't.. it's just how she was.

"it's everything for me to worry over silas, especially you so... so your wrists, they'll be fine, sore but fine, no skin broken. can i uh-" he hands gestured to his shirt, the hem that she was now reaching for. "better to check how bad now." she was oddly so caring in the way she slowly lifted his shirt, trying not to pull at any of his skin, though she did hiss seeing the area that bruising was forming. she used two fingers when pressing, trying to determine for any breaks. "big breath in, yep- again? now this side for me." she lowered his shirt back down. "i don't think anything is broken, if there is it's hairline, not cause for serious concern is what i'm saying. sore, but not something that wont get better in the coming days." she reassured, and only flashed that slight smirk again when he nudged her. she used one finger and her thumb to take his chin in her grip and ease his head so he was looking up. "stay like this." she instructed, a little more firmly, if only because she liked the way sunlight had caught the edges of his face at that angle. "you've a scratch just here.." she mumbles, her fingers tracing just above his collar bone, towards his neck.

in a silent, soft moment, one she could so rarely offer.. that same hand moved just a little lower down, her palm flat against his chest, feeling his heart strong and beating, right there beneath her hand, so entirely real, so entirely there. it soothed her more than she could admit, the deep breath she took made it more evident, the way her shoulders finally seemed to give a little ease.

"i'm apologizin' coz anythin' that harms you, is my problem. i don't want you sat thinkin' i'd ever let anythin' like this happen that i'd... sit idly, that i'd not be chasin' behind you, trying to take out anything that'd ever god it-" he briefly clenched his jaw. "i'm apologisin' for not being there quicker, aiyla, or that you had to go through that at all.." cade shook his head slowly. "i don't want you to ever have to experience any of it, anythin' this world is becoming if i can' help that." he groaned a bit but evidently it turned into a softer hum of appreciation, kissing over her knuckles again, his thumbs rubbing across the backs of her palms. "me and you baby. me and you."

"the kids are cute, good kids too, they listen." he nodded, and they had manners. "those people could've shot us in the back time and time again, they had the opportunity too, but they didn't, n' i think that says a lot, 'coz there were plenty that would've shot it in the back just to take this farm and everythin' it can offer. i think that stands as a good test of their character so far.." he explained lowly. "did you just thank me for comin' for you? i mean you'd not have had a chance in hell at tryin' to stop me coming for you aiyla, i think if god did exist even he would've had a hard time stopping me so save the thanks, it was never in question whether i would or wouldn't."

"i'm fine with you being glad that it's all gone, as it's meant to have gone for me to end up by you." he admitted, without any shame. in his life before he didn't imagine he'd have ever crossed her path, and he didn't like the idea of a life without her in it. he huffs a bit of amusement at the comment of cade. "oh, cade isn't leaving her side, he's going to be... his very typical protective self i imagine." that already had eli rolling his eyes but he'd be doing his best to stay clear of cade for a good few days, let him calm down after everything. "if anything i think looking after the kids, might be the nicest thing we can try and do for all of them. it was hard enough for us settling in without injury and without kids to entertain, so... maybe the nicest thing we can do, to be sympathetic.. is keep the kids entertained, show them around properly, kids are always amused by things they haven't seen before.. and they looked young enough to not have known the world before... this."

"all night sounds dirty and as far as i care it damn well can be." he was smirking like a goddamn idiot, of course he was. then again if you looked closely there was a tiny bit of colour tinting his cheeks ever so slightly. either way he moved to get the other box, filling it with antibiotics, other bits he thought might be useful. he'd found and i.v. drip stand too which he insisted would be useful, and fit on the back seat. "we should take this back, we can always go to the other farm after, for the kids and clothes and such but the quicker we get these back for eden the better right? c'mon, i'm driving. you can pick the music."

he moves without protest, lips drawing back into an amused smile at her grumble ( and hiding the wince the simple motion, the tug at the split skin throbbing ). spreading his legs wide so she can stand between them, the man looks up at her and can tell she's lost somewhere within her own mind. hesitantly silas reaches for her - pinky snagging around her own and giving it a gentle tug. "come back to me," he murmurs, brow furrowing slightly.

"that's fine, rather it hurt a little now than more later." he'd been stupid enough in his youth that this wouldn't be the first time he'd been forced to ache this level of cuts and bruises. but it had been years since his body had been so battered, and those seemed to have stacked up against his favor. "wrists are a bit raw from the ropes and one of them wailed on my ribs." evident by the bloom of color that was beginning to appear there. "otherwise its just some small scraps and bruises. nothing to worry over." dark hues remained latched on her face as eris worked to clean his lip. "then she doesn't. and we grieve and we figure it out from there. but until that time comes, you can't beat yourself up over the what if's." the man could already tell it wouldn't matter. she would worry herself sick over eden until her eyes opened and she started doing better. "pretty sure i told you shortly after we met that you were stuck with me. don't plan on letting anyone or anything stand between me and my plan to make that a reality." moving his leg to nudge her gently, the man tries to flash a reassuring grin, "knew you'd come for me anyways."

following after him, the woman is slow to sit ; the aches and pains of her body making themselves more than evident now that things have seemingly calmed. tired eyes watch him, and if her hands weren't cradled within his own, the woman is certain she'd be running fingers along his jaw and trying to tempt the tightness right away. "hey," leaning toward him in an attempting to catch his eye, a brow arches, "why are you apologizing? i ran off after regina myself. i did that. you have nothing to apologize for. all of this will heal. it's just going to be a little blip in the scheme of things. we're together. that's all that matters, alright? you and me."

a soft hum escapes her at the question. "they're cute kids. you were really good with them." as brief as the interaction had been, it had still left her mind whirling with thought's she'd tried to stop in their tracks. a dangerous path to travel down. "i don't think there was any other call to make but the one you did. we offered them a kindness and an opportunity for something you can't find much of these days. safety. a home. a larger community." freeing one of her hands from his grasp, aiyla reached to tilt his chin up - determined to meet his eyes. "just like rhea and eli, we'll give them a chance, and once that woman's better, if it doesn't work out, we'll ask them to leave. for now we just... wait and see and hope for the best, hm?" dropping her forehead against his, she pushes out a soft breath. "thank you for making the hard decisions for us, and for coming for me."

the revelation startles her, because she never would have assumed such a thing about the man. it's the sort of violence that's personal, and rhea suddenly wants to explore plains of skin, if only to determine if any mark had been left behind by an incident that had happened years before they met. there are more questions than before, but her tongue feels heavy in her mouth. swallowing around it, her head bows. "i - holy hell, eli." shaking the creeping dread that begins to spread through her veins at the thought, the woman straightens. "i'm... is it bad if i say i'm really grateful things happened as they did, for you? that one little thing could've changed all... this," a hand waves around them vaguely.

"lets focus on what we need immediately and get it back to the farm. you and i can come back in the next few days. i'd say maybe cade can join us but did you see him with aiyla?" a snort escapes rhea, "fat chance he's letting her out of his sight anytime soon. i'm sure you and i will keep plenty busy between here, the nearby farms and watching those kids while the others rest up." dark hues take in his approach, and though there is a hope over what is about to happen, somehow both his words and actions are far more satisfying than she'd ever imagined. the smile she flashes up at him is radiant and full of adoration for the man. they were both idiots for missing out on what was right in front of them for so long. "all night? sounds dirty," she teased, drawing away from him in order to head for the antibiotics. "either way, sounds like a date to me. grab the other one of these? think that will be what we need for now."

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Hero (Chosen One) x Saint!Reader

Being the Hero – the Chosen One – means that the world’s fate is on Elias’ shoulders. He’s long since forgotten how to live for himself, his life belonging to everyone but him. He’s merely a puppet that’s being strung along by the world for the sole purpose of saving it.

At first, he was honored to be chosen as the Hero – it’s a privilege most don’t get. But everyone expects too much – everything – from him. His life is carefully shaped into what others want of him, people only looking at his role and not him as a person.

Now, he fights and saves people due to duty, not desire. There is no sparkle of pride when he helps villagers. Instead, all that is left is another thing checked off of his mental checklist. Now, he just wants to rest. He just wants things to be over.

So that’s why he despised the idea that some Saint from the Church would be his “helper.” Traveling with someone else is only going to slow him down. Not to mention the fact that he doubts the Saint has ever seen bloodshed and disease like he has.

But when he actually meets and travels with you, the Saint, he realizes that you’re actually not that bad. You’re actually kind of nice. He’d expected you to turn your nose at the commoner population, refusing to heal them, but you actively seek them out to help. You’re kind and gentle, but headstrong. Even when you’re visibly exhausted, you do your best to keep going. 

It’s… kind of impressive, actually. He had misjudged you, perhaps.

Even now, you’re helping the knights that were attacked by bandits (which Elias had vanquished), healing not only their bodies but their souls, too. He can’t help but look at you, a raw beacon of kindness that he hasn’t seen before in his travels. 

Once you’re done healing the knights, you look up at him, before a gasp escapes your lips. “Elias!”

He blinks at you, curiously.

“You’re bleeding!”

“Ah.” Elias looks down at his hand, blood dripping down his fingers. He had instinctively grabbed a knife by the blade earlier because he wouldn’t have been able to dodge it in time. “This is nothing.”

“Oh, shush!” you say, approaching him. You push him towards a tree stump, forcing him to sit, which he allows. Carefully, you take his hand in yours, frown deep set on your mouth. Your hand is so warm that it makes his heart burn.

“You’re tired,” he states, bluntly. He doesn’t tug his hand out of yours. “You’ve healed too many people.”

“I can–”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Rest for now, Saint. I am fine.” And he’s right – he’s the Hero, after all. His wounds heal much faster and better than a normal human being. He doesn’t necessarily need your healing.

“Still,” you murmur, looking up at him. “Can I at least clean and bandage it?”

It’s pointless, really, but Elias says, “Do what you want.”

So you do. You disinfect and clean his wound, before carefully wrapping his hand with bandages. For some reason, his heart squeezes painfully as he watches you tend to him so gently. He doesn’t remember if anyone’s ever treated him this kindly.

“There.” You look proud of yourself. It’s kind of cute.

“You didn’t have to,” he mutters without really thinking about it.

You give him a smile that makes his brain stop. “I wanted to. I want to support you.”

For some reason, your words almost make him want to cry. He’s not sure why – he’s seen so much death and destruction to the point that his emotions have become numb. Yet, you bring flickers of his feelings back to him – happiness, sadness, anger, love. 

You make him feel like he has an existence beyond just being the Hero. You make him feel human.

So, how can he let you go? He can’t – and he’ll do everything he can to make you his. Even if it means he has to destroy the world.

[childrenofcain-if]

AS THE WREN SHEDS HER FEATHER (ELIAS’S POV AFTER SEEING YOU OFF TO UNIVERSITY)

one of the servants unlocked the door to the manor and elias stepped inside, the peculiar quietness pressing down on him like an unexpected weight. it was strange—to be met with silence when he expected his little apple to come bounding downstairs or to be already lounging in the living room to greet him. he thought he’d have an easier time getting used to it, but now? he wasn’t so sure.

elias handed his tailor-made suit jacket to another servant, glancing at the framed picture on one of the mantles near the fireplace: you, as a young kid, perched on his shoulders, a grin lighting up your face. your mother’s arm is looped around his, a laugh in her eyes so identical to yours as she holds onto the two of you.

he could remember the day that picture was taken, but it wasn’t enough—just memories which grow blurry each day. so he went to his study, where he kept the home videos. the cabinet was hidden behind a stack of old books, almost as though he’d been trying to bury it. but tonight, with you miles away at yale and his heart feeling like it was suddenly too big and too heavy for his chest, he wanted to see her. he wanted to see both of you.

after a few minutes of sorting through the SD cards, he found one simply labeled, “to be remembered.” he slid it into the player, and the screen flickered, a bit staticky, before the familiar image of the manor’s living room filled the screen.

the camera was shaky at first, moving around as your mother laughed, “elias, you’re terrible at this. here, let me…” her hand appeared in the frame, reaching for the camera.

“no way!” elias’s voice, younger and far more cheery, filled with laughter, protested from behind the camera. “i’m the cameraman. you, mijn liefje, are the star.”

“oh, so you just get to sit back and watch, huh?” she teased with a fond roll of her eyes.

the camera settled, a little less wobbly, as elias zoomed in on you, toddling around with your hands outstretched for balance, your whole face lit up with excitement. you must have been barely two, still unsteady on your feet, wobbling a little as you reached for her.

“come here, sweetheart,” she said, crouching down to your level, arms open. “you can do it, just a few more steps.”

elias chuckled as he watched her coax you forward, a surge of warmth flooding his chest. he remembered how her face would soften every time she looked at you, the way her eyes would light up. and then he saw it again—how she laughed when you finally tumbled forward into her arms, her joy bubbling over.

the tape lurched forward in fits and starts, as if elias had just recorded whatever seemed meaningful at the time without thinking about how it would piece together later. the screen shifted to a birthday, candles on a homemade cake—your fifth birthday. you were wearing a crown made of a long balloon that you’d insisted on, sitting cross-legged at the table, and there were flecks of icing smudged on your cheeks. your mother was holding the cake, careful to keep it level, beaming as she leaned toward you.

“go on, make a wish!” she encouraged.

you closed your eyes so tightly, putting your hands together with exaggerated seriousness, lips moving silently as if asking the universe for something only a child could imagine. then, with a deep breath, you blew out all the candles in one go. the room erupted in cheers—your mother, your father, your kindergarten classmates, even some of elias’s business partners they’d invited over that day.

“what’d you wish for, apple?” elias’s voice asked from behind the camera.

“i can’t tell you, dada, or it won’t come true,” you said, grinning, eyes twinkling in the candlelight.

the camera lingered on your face, the pure joy and belief shining in your eyes. elias could remember how the moment felt then, with both of you so young and so certain that everything good could be held together just by love and laughter. he felt a pang in his chest, a memory too nostalgic to hold without pain.

the video cut to the christmas morning of 2009—your mother was filming this time, narrating with a chuckle as she zoomed in on the chaos of ripped wrapping paper and new toys scattered across the floor.

“look at this mess! who do you think is going to clean all this up?” she asked, mockingly stern, zooming in on you hiding behind the couch.

“dada!” you’d shouted, giggling as you peeked out from your hiding spot.

“wow, selling me out, huh?” elias’s younger self chuckled as he leaned into the frame, pretending to growl and chasing you around as you giggle and try to run away from him.

the frame then jumps to another clip of you in the center of the frame, small and wide-eyed, your tiny hands busy, your concentration fixed on hanging ornaments on the lower half of the tree. you were talking to yourself in that way only small children do, a quiet monologue about which ornaments went where and how important it was that they were balanced just right.

“that’s the glittery one!” your mother’s voice came through, rich with warmth and humor. the camera wobbled slightly as she adjusted the focus, trying to capture your handiwork up close. “are you sure it should go there?”

“mama,” you said, in that exasperated tone only a preschooler could muster, “i know where it goes.”

“oh, i see,” she laughed, the sound a warm, gentle ripple through the screen. she shifted the camera to capture elias as he stepped in, feigning seriousness, hands on his hips.

“is the decorating committee open to suggestions?” he asked, crouching down to your level with a grin.

“no,” you replied without missing a beat, making him chuckle.

he then reached over, lifting you off the ground in one swift motion, swinging you in a wide circle. you shrieked with delight, half trying to wriggle free, half clinging to him.

in the background, your mother could be heard laughing too, her voice just as bright and full of love as your giggles. as he lowered you back down, she moved closer, still holding the camera as she leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“who’s the little ornament expert now?” she murmured, voice so close, so impossibly tender. she kissed you on one cheek, and elias joined in, kissing you on the other, making you squirm between them, giggling with each kiss.

“stop, stop!” you squealed, caught between pushing them away and clinging to them. “you’re both squishing me!”

“we just can’t help it,” your mother said, a soft laugh trailing off as she kissed you again. “you’re so loved, my sweet baby, you know that?”

elias’s voice was quieter but equally warm as he added, “we love you so, so much, little apple. more than anything.”

he pressed another kiss to your cheek, lingering, his voice almost catching, as if he was holding onto the moment where he truly felt like he was the richest man on earth.

elias hit pause. the screen froze on her face—her smile bright, eyes crinkling at the edges. he swallowed hard, feeling the tears well up before he could stop them. the years had done nothing to soften the edges of her absence. the house still echoed with her laugh some days, in small ways that felt like nothing and everything. he let the tears fall, a quiet acceptance of how deeply he still missed her.

finally, he pressed play again, as if he couldn’t bear to stop watching. he watched you grow through that grainy screen: you with your first lost tooth, your first day at school, your proud insistence on making dinner—omelette burnt to a crisp that elias and your mother had eaten anyway, praising every bite.

and then the last video came, a quiet day at the beach. the camera showed you and your mother on the sand, the waves lapping at your feet. she held your hand as the wind whipped through her hair, her smile soft and quiet as she watched you point excitedly at the seagulls swooping overhead. she bent down, saying something to you that he couldn’t quite hear over the sound of the waves, but he remembered the feeling of that day, of everything feeling just right in that one moment, sun dipping below the horizon in a blaze of color.

he watched as the sun began to sink lower in the video, casting a warm orange glow across the sand. and then she looked back at the camera, at him, her gorgeous eyes meeting his through the lens.

“come here, darling,” she called, beckoning him with a smile.

the camera dropped slightly as he walked toward her, and for a moment, all that was visible on the screen was a blur of sky and sand. then he set the camera down in the sand, angled just so, and the three of you were together, laughing as you stood side by side, the waves lapping at your ankles, the horizon stretching endlessly behind you.

and then, just like that, the tape ran out, the screen going to static.

elias sat there in the silence, his chest tight, the memories pressing in on him, so beautiful and aching all at once. he hadn’t let himself revisit these moments in years, too afraid of what they’d stir up, but now the memories felt as vital as air. he could almost hear her voice, feel the weight of her hand on his shoulder, see the way her eyes had softened every time she looked at you both.

he leaned back in his chair, one hand covering his mouth as he closed his eyes, letting the repressed emotions wash over him. the tears spilled over, hot and unbidden, the kind that left him feeling vacant and full at the same time.

he never cried in front of you like this, too afraid that it’d break the fragile tape that held the dam of your devastation upright. but now, elias didn’t even try to wipe the tears away. he let himself feel it all, the bittersweet ache of love and loss, the memories that filled the empty spaces your mother had left behind.

the silence seemed different now though, less hollow, filled with echoes of laughter and whispers of promises he’d made, long ago, to keep always keep going—for you, and for her.

[destructo-range]

dumb tma fic idea: when michael becomes the distortion it's still technically bound to the eye because his contract never ended with the institute/the eye. and he has to come in like once a week to do paperwork or he'll feel ill

[jeezlouiseoncheese]

the archives crew across all seasons is just one incredibly dysfunctional family that only exist because their deadbeat abusive dad won’t stop adopting new people because of his (unaddressed) need to prove himself as a successful man by raising a family and continuously failing miserably at it because he also decided to leave his empathy and morals back in the 15th century

[hughesybear]

it was never meant to be; we were always parallel

louie zong • asymptotic | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x |

[tf2-green-ghosty]

*Elias immediately hugs Welpe back*

I missed you too!

Sorry it’s been a few days!

*He gently pets Welpe’s head, placing a few small kisses against his forehead. He was trying to speak quieter since he was a bit paranoid about scaring the pup*

Uh… what was that?

Can’t quite understand German, puppy…

Welpe?

Hey!

Someone told me to come talk to ya!

How are you, puppy?

@tf2-green-ghosty

[Welpe doesn't even think before hugging Elias. He buries his face into their chest] Missed you... [Welpe looks up at Elias. He seems to hesitate for a moment before speaking quickly] Ich habe mich in dich verliebt.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The Mechanisms were Jonathan Sims college band" and "Jon is the secret real past of Jonny D'ville" are both great takes but I present "Jon's descend into an unwilling antichirst figure is The Mecs new album and Jonny plays him in the songs because they just have very similar voices for some reason."

[elpida]

“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…” - Seamus to Elias

@vvhiskeyneat

"Seamus.." Elias sighed softly, lowly. "I'd be painting a bigger target on your back than I already do." he spoke the words with regret, with concern. "Yes, before you bite my tongue off for saying it, I'm very aware you can defend and look after yourself but that is not the point. I like.." he inhaled deeply only to exhale through his nostrils that flared with want of trying to find the words. "I like the peace of mind it gives me to know that you're in as little trouble as possible on my behalf.. rumours are malicious, they're one of the worst forms of poison and jealous people make foolish mistakes. I would worry somebody else's jealousy would cost me something that I..." the word Elias, think of the right word. "..cherish."

The high lord of the night, intimidating as rumour would have it. Powerful, domineering, intimidating, cruel... none of which described Elias. The man behind the title. That is why he knew the power behind a rumour, he upheld the rumour of his reputation, he played a part.. because that it what it meant to protect the people that lived under his jurisdiction. "You know that if I could figure something out, I would never be without you... but you also know, I'll never go too far from you so on this occasion, trust me?" he asked looking up at him with eyes that reflected every star in the sky, the darkest of skies, the one that apparently belonged to him.

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Ghosts 2 where Hesh constantly tries to emulate Elias, down to every little action and gesture

Ghosts 2 where Hesh rationalizes ever decision he makes with "I have to do this because it's what Dad would do" "I need to do this because it's what Dad would have wanted" "What would Dad do if he was here?"

Ghosts 2 where Hesh feels "I have to save Logan because it's what Dad would have wanted" and not because Logan is the last living member of his family and he doesn't want to lose his little brother

Ghosts 2 where Hesh struggles with self-doubt and feelings of worthlessness because he feels he's unable to live up to the standards Elias had expected of him; feeling like he failed him because he was unable to protect Logan

Ghosts 2 where Hesh realizes he is more than what his family molded him into, that the only way for him to become a better version of himself and move on is to remove the shackles of the past; that he realizes he cannot hold himself to the same standard as those who came before him

Ghosts 2 where Hesh becomes his own person, and his actions are his own.

[elpida]

"rhea, i absolutely had to walk you home." mainly because he'd have sat and waited for hours, even longer, just to sit and talk to her a little bit more. "let you buy me- no no no, you pick the place, i buy the breakfast and if this bakery is as nice as you say, then we have to go there." there was something oddly nice about it, walking her home and the sun rising up, casting an orange warmth over the city.

They'd spoken for hours, it wasn't the first time he'd stayed up all night but it was by far the easiest. "you need a good breakfast, after that shift. this way, for the bakery?" he asked, an old gentleman at heart. he walked closest to the road, just in case, offered his arm, he listened and god he wanted to keep listening to her. "tell me about you, why this city? why this place? what about your dreams? i don't think anyone dreams of working a bar on a busy night, that being said i was being an awful distraction, i don't think i helped." he laughed lowly. "i don't think it'll help when i show up again just to see you- oh god i'm going to become that pestering weird regular aren't i?"

closed starter for @elpida

( our modern au! rhea & elias )

"you really didn't have to walk me home," she repeats again, dark hues flickering up to the man at her side. he'd stood at the bar hours earlier to place a drink order for himself and others ⸻ people rhea could only assume were friends or colleagues, but after they'd been passed over to him, they'd been delivered to their intended hands before he'd plopped back onto a stool in front of her. it was on the quieter side that night, so rhea hadn't had any issue entertaining him, assuming he'd grow bored after a while and wander off when she expressed nothing but friendly banter. but conversation had flowed so readily between them, that rhea had grown frustrated when she'd been drawn away to serve other customers. and when the bar eventually cleared out and closing rolled around, she'd been surprised he was still there.

tugging her jacket closer around her shoulders, rhea takes a quick glance at her phone screen, a noise of contemplation leaves her. "there's a little bakery right around the corner from my building. owner is sweet as pie and she makes the best damn pastries i've ever had. good coffee too. she should be opening up soon ⸻ let me buy you breakfast?" a very early breakfast, mind you, but breakfast all the same.

[childrenofcain-if]

Would you say Mother had a set personality, or will it be a case of what MC's personality is is what Mother's personality was?

That... that made sense, right?

mother was... a character, that’s for sure. she has a set personality, but is also very fluid, if that makes sense. neither elias nor MC really understood her ever since there were aspects of her life that remained a mystery to them.

she had secrets she took to the grave and there’s a point in the game when a character kind of laughs at MC and asks them if they even knew the woman that they’ve been mourning for almost a decade.

MC does have traits that they inherited from them aside from her looks (like parts of her ambition and intelligence), but personality wise, she is pretty unknowable.

[c0nes]

[yanderemommabean]

An Elias x Reader short!

“Darling~ What did I say about using your hair pin to pick the lock?” Elias asks, hands being held behind his back as he watches you shake and tremble in the corner of his room. You sniffle, cowering as he just stands over you with a cheeky smile, like he wasn’t a terrifying beast of a man with unnatural capabilities. 

“I-I…I just wanted to go to the-” “To the what love? The commons? The office perhaps?” he begins, his tone turning sour “Or maybe you wanted to run to that cowardly doctor and beg him to let you go, to let me be separated from you and our love once again”. His voice was low, anger slowly filling it as he stalks forward and kneels to meet your gaze, a hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his piercing irises. You tremble as he goes silent, simply making you stare as he admires and looks for God knows what. “K-Kitchen. I-I was just hungry. They dont bring you lunch if you’re out doing those tests and-” “So you were just neglected then?” He asks, it’s a dangerous question. You didn’t want to set him off, but what do you say? Anything could have him on a rampage and you dont want his, yours, or innocent blood spilled because he thinks he was wronged. “No! No, I was just hungry and I only ever really eat with you but I couldn’t wait! They never come by unless they see you’re checked back in so…” He goes silent, his eyes giving away nothing about what he was thinking. Suddenly, a smile creeps upon his face as he claps his hands together, standing back up and helping you to meet him. “Well! Looks like I'll have a word or two about their barbaric treatment! In the meantime, get back on the bed dearest, I'll secure you and go get you your food! Anything specific? I can even sneak those candy bars they’re so stingy about”. You just swallow, frozen and unable to think of anything but obeying and getting back on the bed that's held you prisoner. He usually lets you walk around and explore. You didn’t have a problem being with him at this place, but something about Lee had Elias on edge, unhinged and ready to end it all just for Lee even blinking in your direction. To say you were petrified and on edge was the biggest understatement of all time.

-Mommabean (thanks for reading!)