#tw:heartbreak

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Promises - Part.II

Plot: You’ve known him your whole life. You stopped waiting for him when he comes back and claims you are his. Note: Eomer is a soldier. He is good looking. He is faithful and brave. And pretty much a jerk when it comes to another people’s will, like his sister’s. That’s pretty much all I get from him and I wanted to explore the character a bit. Consider that I have NOT read the books so… It may be not good on the edges. Or all over. Not – yet – King of Rohan. Somewhat of an in-between situation. Disclaimers: LotR does not belong to me. Warnings: OC’s death, pinning after someone, loss and grief.

Part.II – Of Mending Promises.

The day after, even though everyone was in mourning, you turned back to your usual chores, doing the laundry, baking bread, only the widows would eat. You were not a widow. You were in no right to be in grief.

The morning after that, at dawn, a soldier came to find you on your fiancé’s grave, telling you Eomer wanted to meet with you, in his private chambers. You were about to refuse, when he handed you a piece of paper written in Eomer’s handwriting.

“In case you refuse, this soldier has orders to come back tomorrow and the day after that. I really need to talk to you. Please, do come. “

As usual, he was functioning only with what he himself wanted to do or feel or see, not what other’s will could be.

Knowing he would act on this promise, you left the flowers you had with you and followed the soldier back to the castle.

The first thing you saw from him after all those years, were his golden locks, held up by a servant as he was getting dressed. Green and gold clothing covered his chest and he wore dark coloured pants along with leather boots. The regal air he had always did suit him, even at a younger age.

“Good morning.”

You did not know how much you missed his voice until you heard it that morning. Deep and calm, he nodded to the servants and the soldier to get back to their duties.

Leaving you, the awakening sun’s light through the windows and him in the same room. Your mouth went dry as you saw he was looking you up from head to toe. He coughed a little and invited you to sit in front of him at a table near the window. The sun reflected in his hair, the upper part tied up behind the back of his head, his beard groomed, and you could smell from the other end of the table the sent of a very recent bath just as if your tongue had been on his skin.

“I… I wanted to talk to you for the past few days, but… I could not bring myself to be the one to tell you about…”

Eomer stopped suddenly as if ashamed.

“It was unworthy of me. I was a coward not to do so earlier. Gallen deserved better than the comrade he chose in me.”

Your eyes jolted awake.

“Gallen? What are you even going on about?”

Tears prickled your eyes this time. You felt that if you started, nothing would be able to stop you.

“He was… He was with me when he passed.”

You struggled to breathe as he kept on.

“Gallen saved my life and in doing so, sacrificed his own.”

You rapidly rose from the chair you were in, not daring to look him in the eye.

“I am truly sorry. I should have told you earlier. I know you cared for him deeply and…

-          How would you know anything about me, Eomer?!”

The tears were now drowning your vision, your black dress heating up with the sun’s first rays of light through the windows and your anger was only rising bile in your throat.

“What is the meaning of those words?

-          How would know anything about myself Eomer? You left fifteen years ago with a piece of my soul and never came back.”

His face fell, turning ashen. At least, he had the decency to look abashed.

“Gallen… He became my everything, he was the man I was going to marry, the man I was going to grow old with… You would not understand that would you? Love is not something you seemed capable of at the time, maybe it is still something you are incapable of now. And now this. You, telling me that the man I kept so close to my heart died in… He died for you. He died because of you. He died because he was doing his duty and followed his heart in doing so, something you would not understand.”

Eomer’s jaw clenched. He rose from his chair and took your hands in his. Even after all this time, he noticed he could hide them in his without even trying to. A small smile crept up, quickly put down by your words.

“I am going to tell you this once. I am a man of few words; grand speeches are not what I do. I act, I do not speak.” He paused taking a deep breath before going on. “I did what I had to do to protect you. I always and will always care for you just like I did fifteen years ago.” His thumbs wiped tears from your eyes as he put his hands on your cheeks. Patiently he waited for you to stop sobbing, cradling your head as you held on to him for dear life. Once you could breathe again properly, he slid his hands on your shoulders then your waist.

His embrace intoxicated you in ways Gallen’s never could. You felt guilty for even thinking so. For even feeling so. His forehead against yours, his breath tickling your still wet eyelashes, you did not remember who started it. Him or you, it did not matter, because you shared the infinity of a breath between your lips and it was enough. Strands of his hair clenched in your closed fist, the other on his chest, his hands holding onto you as if he was drowning, nothing was more at peace in your mind than at that moment.

When you separated, you pushed him away, stepping back, stumbling a little.

His arms were still outstretched when he took in your appearance. Red cheeks, the night having left marks under your eyes, a mortal body despite the strong persona underneath the skin, tied up hair, but most of all, the darkest dress he had ever seen you wear.

The noise gathered up in your mind once more. You could not handle it.

“I do not want to hear another word from you. You left me. There is nothing you can do to fix this. My beloved died because he was involved in a war. That is the only thing I am willing to believe. If it had not been you, it would have been anyone else he would have sacrificed his life for.” You wiped out the tears on your cheeks ungracefully. “I do not want to see you anymore. You broke my heart Eomer.” Finally, you met his eyes. His hands were now at his sides, not moving. “You managed to break my heart twice in one lifetime and that is more than enough for me. I am done with you. I am in mourning and you still dare to think that when you called me here it was not to ask of me forgiveness for your cowardice… I am not giving you that. You are a coward. You were a coward with me all those years ago, you were in not telling me how my beloved died, you will be when I leave this room and you will not be able to follow after me because you will still be scared how other people will look at you…” Another sob escaped you. “I cannot look at you without feeling pain taking over. I am done. This is farewell, Eomer.”

You stomped quickly out of there, finally running all the way down the stairs and into your home.

You were right though. He did not follow you.

Part 3 this way

[lay-z]

meet me at our spot | os

Squid Game | Player 303/Min-jun* x f!Reader | 18+

Summary: Though your parents despise and dismiss him as a bad influence, you and Min-jun have been dating for months. While they think of him as nothing more than a bad boy, a loser caught up in debt, you see the potential behind the façade of the petty criminal. Tonight, he comes to you with good news and a promise. 

Warnings/Info: SMUT, 18+! | oral sex/face sitting (f receiving); fingering; unprotected sex; creampie; explicit language; fluff/aftercare | angst/hurt; no happy ending; tw:heartbreak 💔

Word count: 3 k

@ganjababie​ ; Thank you for your request, love! ♥ I’m sorry this turns kinda sad at the end, but this just popped up in my mind, you know like ‘what if...?’ What if your bf/gf takes part in squid game, doesn’t tell you about it, and never returns. ouch...anyways! I hope you’ll still like it! if you don’t want the angst, just stop reading after the smut/aftercare! ♥ xx

» » I suggest listening to the slowed version of  ‘To build a home’ by The Cinematic Orchestra for the second hald of the oneshot!

P.S.: I gave him a name! Min-jun = quick; clever; sharp; handsome :)

You’ve been sitting at your desk for hours now; studying, reading, taking notes of The Rule of Law by Tom Bingham. Your head is smoking, it’s nearing dusk outside, and your attention span is thinning by the minute when your smartphone buzzes suddenly, saving you from permanent brain damage.

You know you shouldn’t peek, should at least finish this chapter, but the urge to call it a day is too strong at this point, so you reach for your phone and unlock the screen with a giddy smile on your face as you read his text.

you done with your homework baby ?

It’s not homework, I’m not in elementary school

ok…so are you ?

Well, now I certainly am oppa

are your parents home ? ;) I need to see you tonight

You get up from your chair and walk over to your bedroom door, opening it, you listen for any kind of sound in the house before looking at the time on your display. Almost 7pm, your dad won’t be home until 10 at least, and your mom is still at her friend’s house.

My dad is working late, idk when my mom will come home

perfect! give me 20 minutes

You grin with a thrill of anticipation as you stare at his last message. 20 minutes? That’s plenty time to freshen up, change out your comfortable study clothes, and brush your teeth once more.

After a 15-minute delay, there is a familiar knock on your bedroom window, and as always, you’re startled by it. You open the window and cross your arms as you take a step back, pouting.

“You said 20 minutes”, you say coolly, clutching your phone in one hand. You tried to call him twice after all. “And why don’t you use the front door for once? I said my parents aren’t home”

He’s holding his sneakers in one hand as he jumps the low window railing to get into your room. There is sweat on his forehead and he sounds out of breath though he doesn’t have to climb since your bedroom is ground-leveled.  However, the cheeky smile he shoots you is enough to make you melt and forgive him instantly.

“I’m sorry, I missed the bus and jogged the whole way here, and I don’t know…I like coming in this way”

You take his sneakers with a roll of your eyes and put them in your small shoe cabinet while he closes the window behind him.

“I just think it’s kind of hot, you know? Me sneaking in here without your parents knowing”, he says, chuckling boyishly.

As you turn around to face him, you eventually notice that his right cheek is swollen and littered in bruises.

“Min-jun! What the fuck happened to you?”, you shriek, rushing to examine his face. “Who did this?”

You pull him towards your bed, and he doesn’t struggle when you push him down to sit on the mattress before turning on your desk lamp for better lighting. His stupid grin irks you and you suppress the urge to pinch his bruised cheek to wipe the smile off his face.

“Relax, Y/N”, he says calmly, still smiling his goofy smile as he gently pushes your hand away from his face. “I’m fine, this is nothing. In fact, I got good news –“

“Good news?”, you scoff and scoot away to get some space between you and him. “Are you into getting bitch-slapped now, huh?”

He laughs out loud and shakes his head. “Of course not! You know I only like it when you choke me, baby”

Your cheeks flush at his statement, he snickers at your bashful reaction, and scoots closer again.

“Listen, I might be able to make some good money soon. Like, good money –“

“So? How good can it be if you’re getting beat up for it? I don’t like it”

His expression changes, becomes more serious for once as he takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. “Don’t worry about that, Y/N. I earned some cash today; won it from some Salesman-guy. But what I’m trying to say here is that uh –“

He averts his eyes, look at the floor instead, and you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, up his neck and ears. Your heart skips a beat at the sight. You’ve rarely seen him be shy, let alone serious.

“If I win this money, we can move away…together. We can go wherever you want! Busan, Daegu, or another country! I don’t care as long as we…we can be together”

“Oppa –“, you breathe a scoff, shoulders slouching with a heavy heart. “I’m studying to become a lawyer, how –“

“And? You can continue to study anywhere you want! You don’t have to worry about money then, or your parents, I’ll take care of you!”

He cups your cheek, makes you look at him, beaming with a confident smile while you struggle to believe a word he says though you desperately wish you could.

“And how will you get the money exactly?”

“Don’t worry about the how, focus on what we’ll do when we’re rich”

An involuntary smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you stroke his veiny hands absentmindedly.

“What’s so funny, eh?”, he inquires, and you shrug. “You just keep saying ‘we’ and I think that’s cute”

He caresses his thumb over your cheekbone, and when your eyes meet, his dark eyes are soft, endearing. “I told you before, it’s us against the rest of the world. You’re my girl, and I will take care of you, no matter what anyone says”

You’re sure your heart will burst any second with love and affection for this silly man in front of you, and you don’t hesitate to fling yourself at him in a moment of pure, carnal impulse. He chuckles and huffs when you push him flat on the mattress, straddling his lap as you lean down to kiss him fervently. You let out a squeal, followed by giggles when he squeezes your ass teasingly in this position.

“Be honest, you just came here to fuck me”, you purr against his lips before flicking your tongue over his.

“Yeah, that too”, he retorts heatedly as his hands slide underneath your top. You break the kiss and sit back up to pull your top off before tossing it on the ground carelessly. Min-jun follows suit, takes off his denim jacket before pulling his white T-shirt over his head and throwing it onto the pile of clothes.

He peers up at you adoringly, hands holding onto your hips as you grind them into his crotch. You swiftly unclasp your bra, smirking when his breath visibly hitches upon seeing your bare breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”

You gasp softly when he peppers wet kisses on your stomach, up the valley between your breasts before capturing a nipple with his teeth gently, then swirling his tongue over the hardened bud. Your back arches into his actions while his hand squeezes your other breast roughly.

You can feel his erection strain through his grey sweatpants, and you make sure to roll your hips and rub your clothed pussy over it provocatively. He grunts and tugs on your nipple until you can’t take it anymore.

“Ouch, that’s unfair, you know I’m sensitive”, you whine, pushing at his shoulders. He chuckles and abandons your breasts to suck a hickey into your collarbone instead, and you know this will be one of those session where he’ll make sure to mark you up good. You rake your fingers through his soft hair and feel him shiver under you touch.

“I like to hear you moan, baby. It’s the best fucking sound in the world”, he mutters against your skin while his hand slips inside your leggings, past your panties, and you suck a breath through your teeth when he teases your clit with skillful fingers.

“Take off your pants, I’ve been wanting to taste you all fucking day”

Min-jun retrieves his hand and leaves your pussy tingling with want as you swiftly shimmy off his lap to undress completely while he does the same before getting comfortable on your bed. He jerks his pretty cock leisurely as he watches you intently, eyes black with desire for you. One might not assume how athletic and lean he is underneath his clothes. When you first met him, you could only vision him as scrawny.

When you finally climb on top of him, he lays flat on his back and squeezes the back of your thighs, urging you forward.

“What are you doing?”, you ask quizzically while you hesitate to move as you sit on his chest in an awkward position.

“I want you to sit on my face”, he answers calmly with a wolfish smirk.

“What? No”

“Come on, baby, please. Don’t be shy”

“But Min-jun, what if you can’t breathe down there or what if I’m too heavy?”

“Y/N, I’ll gladly suffocate with my face buried between your legs. Death by pussy, that’s the right way to go”

You gasp and slap his muscular chest at his crude comment, but he only laughs, and catches your wrist mid-air as you try to pull back again.

“I’ve been slapped enough in one day, but we can try it again next time. I think I’m kind of into that”

“Can you be serious for once in your life?”

He kisses your wrist and tries to drag you closer once more. “Do you want me to shut up? You know there’s an easy way to do that”

You roll your eyes and cave in eventually while he grins triumphantly, looking like a child in a candy factory. He guides your hips as you position yourself over his face, and even then, you hesitate to relax until he gets a hold on your ass cheeks, pushing you closer from behind.

You’re caught off guard when he licks his flat tongue between your folds with a satisfied groan. Your legs part wider by default to give him better access to your quivering pussy, and you hold onto the headboard of your bed as he starts sucking and lapping at your clit sloppily until your thighs starts trembling.

Your head lolls back, a shameless moan escapes your lips and when his nails dig into the flesh of your ass cheeks to keep you in place, you must suppress the urge to roll your hips against his tongue. The sound of him consuming your pussy with such delight makes your face burn with lust and embarrassment, and you cannot bring yourself to look down at him.

“Fuck! Oppa –“

Your muscles tighten, your body quakes and your vision fades to black for an intense moment as you reach your peak, gripping the headboard until your knuckles go taut. You squirm and whimper when he continues to lick your oversensitive pussy, long and slow.

“Min-jun”, you mewl helplessly though you tilt your pelvis to meet his mouth as another orgasm starts to build and catch up to you. Finally, you grab a fistful of his hair and pull until he stops long enough for you to wiggle out of his strong grip and sit back on his stomach.

He licks his lips with a sigh and smiles smugly as he peers up at you, caressing your shaking legs.

“Come on, you liked it”, he says, chuckling hoarsely.

You shrug your shoulders, pussy still throbbing and yearning for more as you rake your fingernails over his chest. He’s too strong, too swift for you to do anything but yelp when he pins you on your back suddenly. The old mattress creaks and bounces under your weights, and you giggle breathlessly when he nuzzles your neck affectionately as he pushes your knees apart to settle between them.

Min-jun kisses you hard, traces your bottom lip with his tongue before deepening the kiss until he has you moaning into his mouth when you taste yourself on his lips. His hand slips between your legs once more and you bend your knees when he fingers your entrance before coating the tip of his cock with your juices.

He sinks into your pussy carefully until his length is fully buried inside you. You embrace his neck, pepper kisses along his jaw, down his throat while he starts fucking you slowly.

“You feel so good, baby, fuck”, he hisses, hips stuttering and stilling as he tries to prolong his own release.

You roll your hips impatiently and pull him down another sloppy kiss when he finally speeds up the thrust of his hips.

“You can come, Min-jun”, you coo against his lips, breaths mingling when he groans in return. “Come inside me, baby”

It’s like you’ve awakened something carnal inside him when he hooks your leg around his waist suddenly, maintaining eye-contact as he braces one hand next to your head for leverage. You gulp a breath when he starts pounding into your pussy until the only sounds resonating in your room are the sounds of sweaty skin slapping together, the frantic banging of your headboard against the wall, and the wanton grunts and moans you share between each other.

Oh, how you pray your parents haven’t come home in the last 20 minutes.  

You feel the familiar warmth and tension pool between your legs as he continues to fuck you in a merciless pace and you arch your back, strain your muscles until your walls clench around his cock, but then his rhythm falters, and his hips buck as he comes; muttering curses into the crook into your neck as you hold onto him tightly. You can feel his cock throb and twitch inside you before going soft after a moment while you catch your breath together.

You can feel his come leak and drip as soon as he pulls out, rolling off you with a loud groan.

“Fuck, I’m sorry – wait”

He scurries to grab the box of tissues from your desk, and you grab a few to clean yourself before he tosses them into the trashcan under your desk.

“Wow, such a gentleman”

“I said I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?”, he says in all seriousness, and you giggle when he pulls you on top of his chest swiftly, hugging you tightly before kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah…you did say that”

You draw random patterns on his chest with your fingertips absentmindedly, listening to his soothing heartbeat while he strokes your back, his other arm resting behind his head.

“But you know that money isn’t everything, right? I love you no matter what”

Your stomach flutters when his heartbeat speeds up suddenly, and when you look up at him, you can see the blush on his face.

“I know…I just want to make things right, and maybe your parents will accept me then someday”

He shifts his position, cups your cheeks with his free hand and you meet him halfway until your lips brush together tenderly. “I love you, too, baby”, he whispers after pulling back slightly before crushing your lips together, more passionately this time.

A week has passed since Min-jun told you about that sudden opportunity to win a lot of money though he never cared to explain how. Your phone rings a few times before it goes straight to his mailbox once more. It has been over a day now since you’ve last heard from him which is more than strange. He never leaves without saying goodbye at least, never goes a day without talking or texting with you.

“Well, he might have been arrested after all, like the useless bum he is”

Your mother’s voice resonates in your head, fueling your worry and sadness until your stomach drops. No, that just doesn’t sit right with you, and you try to call him again with the same result.

The hours pass by excruciatingly slow, and though you try to distract yourself, you cannot focus enough to study let alone watch TV, listen to music or anything like that. Your mind keeps wondering, coming up with the worst-case scenarios, and whenever your phone buzzes, your heart skips a nervous beat.

You’re laying on your bed in the darkness, the last time you checked the time it was well past midnight, but sleep seems to be nowhere in sight for you.

The sudden buzzing of your phone startles you enough to gasp out loud and when you look at the screen, your heart starts racing as you try to accept the phone call with trembling hands.

“Min-jun –”

“Hey baby”

Your eyes fill up with tears as soon as you hear his voice; he sounds tired and different, and you know deep in your heart that something must be wrong.

“What’s wrong? Where are you? I’ve been worrying all fucking day!”, you sob though you try to keep your voice down so your parents can’t hear you.

“I – I’ve been…” He chuckles, but it sounds more like a scoff and you wait patiently for him to continue talking.

“Listen, Y/N, remember the money I told you about?”

You sit up straight on your bed, feeling nauseous all the sudden. “I do, but –“

“Well, I’ll win it for us…but if I –“ His voice cracks, he inhales deeply and your heart thrums violently in your chest as you try to put the pieces together.

“Min-jun, fuck that money! Come home, now! Come back home to me, we will figure everything out together, I –“

“I promise I’ll be back soon. I’ll come home to you, baby”

Another sob ripples through your body, makes your bones quake and your heart clench violently.

“Then why doesn’t it sound like you will?” You try to level your breathing and not succumb to a panic attack, but the tightness in your chest makes is harder for you to breathe and act rational.

“I…I gotta go now. I love you, Y/N”

“No, Min-jun, wait – I love you!“

But the call ends abruptly before you can response to his declaration, and when you try to call him back, you reach his mailbox again.

[probablycuterthanyou]

you know what so much worse then just getting emotionally broken? getting someone who you trusted so much and thought you loved breaking you. because when someone says they love you, you just want to believe them and take all of it in. but when you start to know it isnt working and get hurt, you can never really trust someone to say that ever again. like i dont have any confidence in love or relationships forever now just because you fucked with me and said what you did and hurt me. you never really recover from being loved. even when there's a chance that you could have something really great on your hands, i just get afraid. i dont know if anyone else feels like that but i do idek im just fucked up probably and emotionally traumatized forever sigh

[syd-cross]

(ELIJAH LOVE) who looks an awful lot like (DEWANDA WISE) has just been seen around Las Rio!  Apparently (SHE) is a (34) year old (CIS FEMALE) born on (FEBRUARY 18th) and has been in the city for (20 YEARS (LEFT FOR A WHILE AND RETURNED)) and is a (TATTOO ARTIST/SHOP OWNER). If there is a quote to describe them it would be “SOFT SOUL: YOU ARE SO SENSITIVE, AND YOU THINK THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU… BUT IT’S SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL ABOUT YOU, IT’S WHAT MAKES YOU SO GOOD.” BUTTERFLIES RISING  - But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate. [Kia, 30+, She/her, EST]

I. BASIC

Full name: Elijah Simone Love

Nicknames: E, Lijah,

Age: 34

Face Claim: DeWanda Wise

Birthdate: February 18th

Hometown: Las Rio, NM 

Height: 5ft6

Sexual Orientation: Lesbionic

Marital Status: Single Pringle

Gender Identity: Cisgender female

Occupation: Artist/Tattoo Artist/Owner of ‘Love Ink’

Neighborhood: Downtown Las Rio

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Pets: Selena (black cat w/green eyes)

More info and Full bio below the cut

II. Personality

Moral Alignment: Chaotic good

Personality Type: Mediator (INFP)

Avatar Element: Water

GOT House: House Stark

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Zodiac: Aquarius

Positive Traits: Passionate, creative, compassionate, witty, curious, empathetic,

Negative Traits: Jaded, opinionated, awkward, stubborn

Pet Peeves: People who are only concerned with their well being at the expense of others. Talking with your mouth full.

Bad Habits: Tunnel visioned. Emotional eating/drinking

III. Other

Religion: Agnostic.

Political Party: Liberal

Piercings: 5

Tattoos: 7

Typical Attire:.

Scent: Cocoa butter, lavender, and cedarwood & pituli

Hobbies: Painting, guitar, reading, volunteering, travel, eating

Phobias: fire (traumatic childhood event)

Psychiatric Disorders: Anxiety

Physical/Genetic Disorders: None.

IV. Biography

When politics is the family business, there are always heavy expectations on every member of said family. And that old adage is true, image is everything. Even before the invasive nature of social media, proper conduct in every public setting wasn’t a suggestion but a written in stone rule. Katherine Thompson and Michael Love both grew up in families that had some hand in the political world. From advisors, to lobbyists, to congressmen. These two families traveled in important circles, so it was no surprise to anyone when Kate and Mike found one another. The match was pleasing to their families, to say the least. They looked good on paper, a couple of lawyers headed for the senate. It was a perfect match. Luckily for the pair they’d actually fallen in love with one another.

The outside view of the pair’s life was picturesque. They married, practiced law at separate but equally prominent firms, before both throwing their hats in the political ring. Michael hated every minute of all of it, but there were those pesky expectations to live up to. Katherine, on the other hand, thrived. She was meant for that world, not simply bred for it. Katherine was a rising political star. She became one of Las Rio’s most beloved mayors. Her family had lived there for generations so it was the perfect place to get her start in the political world… the truth is she really did love the town.

Elijah Simone Love came at the complete wrong time but she was adored, especially by her father, he doted completely. Three years later one little Evelyn Anissa Love completed the brood. Michael took to fatherhood immediately, and it wasn’t long before he decided to take a job at a small nonprofit and help support his wife’s political career by being the primary caregiver to their children. He had finally found his calling, husband and father. Music lessons, dance recitals, elementary school bake sales, he was there for it all, and never made his wife feel an ounce of guilt for missing most of it. He was his girls’ whole world.

A young Elijah wanted nothing more than to make her parents proud, so when she was continuously called on to portray the image everyone wanted to see, perfect dutiful daughter, sister and student, she always obliged with a smile. Things became suffocating and the pressure of perfection weighed heavily on Elijah’s shoulders. No one seemed to notice or worse they didn’t care enough to jeopardize public standing.  The one thing that gave her solace when things got too difficult or her anxiety was too high was art. The release that came with the freedom of creating somehow provided her with room to breathe. In that room she learned much about herself and the world outside of the bubble her parents created. Authenticity was always important to Elijah so she pushed herself out of her comfort zone to give her work truth. The things she saw and learned, when sneaking off to places her parents would never willingly let her go, changed her view of the world.

While her mother’s political star continued to rise to places even the older woman couldn’t have imagined, her actual presence in her home became more sparse. She always made time for them in the event of a photo-op, Elijah noted, but Katherine couldn’t be bothered when it really mattered. She resented her mother for this and even more so she resented her father for falling in line and not advocating for his daughters. He’d always felt like her number one protector and he seemed to forget their best interest when it came to his wife’s career. Their relationship began to splinter.

It was Evelyn who gave Elijah purpose when it came to her family. Though the older sister rebelled she reigned it in in efforts to protect Evelyn from feeling the full wrath of their parents. There was very little Elijah wouldn’t do to protect her little sister, that’s why what happened next hurt more than anything ever could. Figuring out that she was gay wasn’t some long conflicted drawn out process. Elijah will tell anyone who asks her, that her first love was Ms Campbell, her kindergarten teacher. Her family’s knowledge of this didn’t come until much later. A 16 yr old E was found making out with a girl in her home. All hell broke loose. And as the unsuspecting teen slipped out the screaming match ensued. Things were said, the sort of things you can’t just take back. Evelyn took her parents’ side and broke Elijah’s heart. The last two years in her home were silent but still, ever the dutiful daughter, Elijah showed up when there was some political schmooze fest or press event.

Living a double life made high school a bit of a marathon. She went to a private school that required discretion for her family’s sake, so she wasn’t able to be herself there or home. She couldn’t talk about her art or the work she did in the inner-city that inspired so much of it. She was very anti-establishment and that meant most of the time anti-government and that was more reason to be at odds with her family and the life she’d lived for so long.

After months of a fairly intense application process, Elijah was accepted to California Institute of the Arts, continuing her love affair with artistic expression. The new found freedom away from the public eye was an awakening for her. New experiences unhindered by persona. She could just be, and she could be asked out by the girl who she’d been stumbling around for weeks and say yes without the scrutiny and worry of what having a gay daughter meant for her mother’s political career prospects. What a revelation.

After receiving her BFA, Elijah took some time in the world outside of school living and traveling and painting and found that making money just to support yourself as an artist presented a multitude of challenges. Very late one night a slightly tipsy and very curious Elijah made her way into an interesting tattoo parlor for her 3rd tattoo on a whim. There was something so cathartic about the process of getting a tattoo, but that night for some reason she found her mind wandering to the other side. What was it like to be the person to give ‘life’ to that for someone else, collaborate, design and create this permanent beauty on someone else’s body? She’d asked the tattoo artist so many questions that night, she’d talked herself right into an apprenticeship. And the rest as they say, was history. She fell in love with art all over again.

After a few years of making a name for herself in NYC, something about home called to Elijah. She decided there was no better place to open up her own shop and create some sort of stability in her life, for a while at least. Her family spent a lot of time in DC, she wasn’t likely to have to run into them too much.

V. HEADCANONS

Enjoys a good comicbook.

Ex-girlfriend, broke her heart real good and she definitely isn’t over it.

Father is very ill and dealing with that knowing how he treated her has Elijah in a spin