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weeks  after  elias  left  his  own  apartment  to  get  away  from  his  ex,  he  heard  about  everything  that  happened  -  or  rather,  felt  it  himself.  to  find  trenton  had  been  dragged  back  into  his  own  time  ...  was  a  blessing  &  a  curse,  news  that  broke  him  in  places  he  wasn't  sure  he  knew  how  to  repair.  code,  overridden  &  faulty,  corrupted  entities  that  had  taken  root  within  him  a  long  time  ago  &  had  festered  over  time  to  make  him  believe  that  he  was  not  corrupted.  a  system  ...within  a  system.  a  different  reality  within  what  was  actually  real.  only  elias  wouldn't  know  the  difference.

in  that  reality,  leaving  trenton  had  been  betrayal  -  in  that  reality  he  would've  spent  the  next  year  or  ten  trying  to  find  a  way  to  bring  him  back.  yes,  he  left  him  prior,  yes  he  wanted  to  live  his  own  life  -  he  said,  but  ...what  he  truly  meant...  had  not  been  that.  deep  down  he'd  hoped  the  alpha  would  come  find  him,  fight  for  him,  drag  him  back  by  the  ear.  although  he  knew  his  wish  had  been  feeble.  he  had  his  chance,  had  the  opportunity  to  become  one  with  trenton  forever  -  a  bond  that  could  never  be  broken,  but  elias  ....  messed  it  up.  half  the  town  bore  his  offspring,  but  he....  couldn't.  he  didn't.  he  was  broken.  obviously.

which  had  made  the  fantasy  that  trenton  came  back  through  time  for  him  all  the  more....  fantastical.  as  if,  though.  elias  was  useless  to  him  &  it  was  time  he  accepted  that.  he'd  been  of  use  to  get  the  alpha  settled  &  into  other  omegas'  houses  &  beds,  but  that...  was  it.  wasn't  it?  everybody  knew  about  the  councilman's  twins,  a  whispered  rumor  everybody  knew  was  true.  it  was  his  doing.  partially  anyway.  he  ...was  an  accomplice,  wasn't  he?  it  didn't  matter  now,  nothing  was  as  it  used  to  be.

so  this  man  ...was  punishment.  wasn't  he?  sent  to  him  to  torment  &  taunt.  to  look  like  the  alpha  who  owned  his  very  soul,  who  crushed  his  heart  &  made  him  see  stars.  that  could  be  the  only  explanation.  it  all  felt  wrong.  words  coming  from  his  mouth,  that  drawl  trenton  would  never  have  sported,  that  awkward  laugh,  that  little  smile  trenton  would've  turned  sick  at  best,  that  attempt  to  ..joke.  trenton  would  not.  trenton  had  only  two  modes;  anger  or  lust.  there  was  a  combination  of  the  two,  but  no  more  than  that.  elias  spent  a-many  nights  awake;  praying,  hoping,  wishing  for  more,  but  even  though  their  banter  through  the  coms  when  trenton  was  out  on  the  road  was  heart-warming  &  ....familiar,  that  gentleness  he  had  only  lasted  for  as  long  as  elias  obeyed.  trenton  had  no  heart,  that  much  was  clear.

but  what  about  this  one?  why  was  he  here,  other  than  to  fix  a  broken  machine?  was  ...he  sure  he  didn't  come  for  elias?  his  hardware  could  use  a  little  tlc  &  maybe  they  could  even  give  him  a  software  reboot.  but  no,  it  was  quite  obvious  that  even  the  doppelgänger  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  him.  eager  to  get  back  to  his  job,  he  made  it  quite  clear  he  didn't  remember.  but  why?  had  he...  meant  so  very  little  to  trenton?  he  knew  the  answer,  but  it  still  hurt.

body  a  mess  even  without  trenton's  involvement,  battered  &  broken,  exhaustion  had  long  since  taken  over  &  thinned  out  his  mental  capacities.  rejection  had  always  been  his  greatest  fear  in  life  -  through  school  &  adult  life,  through  his  arrival  here  at  new  haven  &  when  he  met  trenton.  to  experience  it  with  him  &  now  with  not-him...  when  his  defenses  were  far  from  up,  he  couldn't.  tears  prickled  at  the  corners  of  his  eyes  &  he  knew  he  was  stupid  for  nearly  crying  at  the  man,  but  could  ...he  be  blamed?  it  was  all  a  lot.

"sorry  i'm...  i...  you...  look  just  like  him."  it  was  crazy.  elias  knew  that  it  was  very  possible  they  had  trenton's  offspring  from  the  past  in  town  -  his  bloodline  running  through  at  least  a  few  of  new  haven's  inhabitants,  but  like  this?  rubbing  frantically  at  his  eyes  as  soft  hiccups  rocked  his  broad  chest,  he  tried  to  reach  his  wallet  on  the  night  stand  to  fumble  with  it  &  pull  a  picture  from  it  the  real  trenton  didn't  even  know  existed.  elias  ...had  taken  it  without  consent,  had  wanted  a  piece  of  the  other  on  him  regardless  of  everything.  they  were  one  &  the  same.  "he's  dead."  not  ...quite,  but  ...yes.  pretty  much  that.  "you..."  sniff.  "you  tell  me  if  he  was."  blue  eyes  on  dark,  even  just  a  glance  at  the  picture  would  surely  make  him  regret  calling  for  the  nurse.

His folly was to think men like Treton could change their mind. His tragedy was to think men like himself could change Trenton's mind for him. Men are all one-track minded--sometimes that's good, sometimes that's productive, and... then sometimes, there's men like your ex, whose one-track thinking led him to use you and abuse you at his convenience, and like a kicked puppy, making you come back for more. I guess each shifter could not help but carry on the nature of their form, wasn't it, pup? Oliver knows that well. The things he's done, are the things he is. And maybe you like that bit of mean in a bad, bad, biker boy.

It would have been far less cruel if this was all just a trick of the hazy medications they had Elias on, making his sight fuzzy, and his memories jumbling up with the present. But no. As misfortune would have it, Trenton's extensive breeding efforts in the Medieval past did spread his seed (sort of like a plague, actually?) across the pond, and helped repopulate the bear population of North America, where they found safe haven in the Rockies & throughout Canada, who would then encounter the likewise native mountain lion population, and over the thousands of years or so, when mommy and daddy love each other very much, and... you get it. An unholy union later in the Wild West, fast forwarded to the present day, and you get this shit. Elias' own little private heaven/nightmare: TRENTON COLLIER back from the fucking dead & reborn anew. This could go either way, really, but... now's not the time, not when Elias is so indisposed like this, after being a witch's prisoner of war for days. And don't you go thinking that just because it's not Trenton, that he doesn't have his own... little issues. Maybe you like men that way.

"I, ah... hahah..." it's kind of a nervous laugh, but mostly harmless. He's never seen this man before, but he's asking if you remember him. Not the best thing you wanna hear from a stranger in a hospital. Kinda creepy, actually. "No, no, hey. Hey. Dont'cha worry, now, Elias. I'm just gonna--" peeking his head out the door again, asking for a nurse in here. Damn it. What's taking so fucking long. It'd be real awkward to just go on about doing his repair work while the patient is clearly seeing shit and having a moment there, without his nurse to uhh... he doesn't know? Knock his ass out? Push some 5 cc of good-night and call it a day. He fixes bikes, not guys. He mostly breaks guys, actually. "Hey, so..." he's stroking his fine but plentiful dark scruff around the chin, trying to think of a way to calm this guy down and hopefully not trigger a scene. "I don't think I know ya, bud, sorry. But it's nice t' meet ya, ah, Elias? I'm Oliver, now, partner." Evidently cowboy, which should hopefully dispel the Trenton illusion without breaking his heart in two or three or whichever largest integer you can compute, IT man. "I'm just 'ere to fix this shit here." He says, fist on his hip, accentuating the tool belt, while other hand's thumb points backwards, up at the broken AC mounted on the wall behind him. "You got me mistaken for someone else. Bet he must've been hot, though, ah? He ever call you back?" You know. Trying to make light with a joke. With any luck, Elias would laugh politely at this little social faux pas and crisis would be averted.

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emotions  can  be  fickle.

sometimes  they  malfunction  &  what  should  be  triggering  dread  instead  triggered  another  emotion  entirely.  the  one  where  -  despite  having  been  tortured  for  three  days  straight  &  being  pretty  much  bound  to  a  hospital  bed,  joy  filled  him  to  the  brim.  part  of  him  knew  that  behavior  was  ....not  real,  not  really  ...real  anyway.  conditioning.  trenton  spent  a  long  time  training  him  -  trial  &  error,  good  cop  &  bad  cop,  although  trenton  was  always  the  bad  cop  &  everything  elias  did  always  called  for  measures  that  had  to  be  taken  to  fix  unwanted  behavior.

when  all  elias  asked  for  was  ....  love.  a  gentle  smile,  a  firm  hand,  a  little  bit  of  time  on  a  busy  man's  day.  elias  never  asked  for  the  stars  or  the  moon,  he  wouldn't  know  what  to  do  with  them  anyway,  but  he  had  dreams  &  wishes  of  his  own  that  trenton  ensured  would  never  become  reality  &  just  as  elias  was  beginning  to  think  he  could  recover  from  the  year  spent  under  the  bear's  thumb,  he's  back.

&  elias  should  be  terrified,  he  should  be  angry,  he  should  be  nervous  &  afraid,  but  ....  all  he  could  think  about  was:  he's  changed  his  mind!  he  came  back  for  me.  but  when  the  man  speaks,  confusion  reached  its  maximum  &  elias  has  to  admit  that  ...  maybe  this  isn't  trenton.  or  maybe  he's  simply  playing  ...  a  game.  trenton  loved  his  games,  because  if  elias  didn't  keep  up,  the  alpha  had  yet  another  excuse  to  discipline  him.

or  was  all  this  just  ...the  meds?

would  they  make  him  see  someone  who  wasn't  there?  someone  who  technically  couldn't  be  there.  "trenton,  i...  i  thought  you  were  gone."  there's  talks  of  a  nurse  &  help,  but  elias'  mind  is  swimming  -  he  didn't  think  a  nurse  could  help  with  that.  "please,  don't  leave  me  again."  he  sits  up,  blue  eyes  pleading  across  when  their  eyes  meet.  he  looked  like  he  was  close  to  crying,  which  wasn't  ...for  show.  "i  need  to-"  oh,  the  urge  to  roll  out  of  bed  &  drop  his  pants  was  immense.  "don't  leave,  please.  i....  this  makes  no  sense."  trenton  &  working?  fixing  things,  no  less?  that  ...sounded  wrong.  fake.

"who...  who  are  you?"  maybe  there  was  an  explanation…  for  this?  “do…  do  you  remember  me?  elias?”  wishful  thinking  perhaps  -  the  deeply-lodged  wish  to  be  remembered. 

Now, what are you doing here is actually a really simple question, one that the repairman was happy to oblige, but a stammered how was a bit tricky. Between the dizziness and pain and disorientation, Elias looked a whole lot worse for wear, still in his hospital bed, not in good shape enough for discharge, and... well, looking like he just saw a ghost. A very bad ghost. You know, most people say they fear ghosts, but one ought to realize, a ghost would be like the spirit of the deceased, so why wouldn't you encounter the spirit of a lost loved one? Wouldn't one be happier to see a ghost?

... and are you? This ghost, in particular? Be a good boy, now.

Oliver had greeted the mostly-spaced-out patient that he'd never met before rather quietly, as he felt the country-polite need to acknowledge him, whilst also not really wanting to wake up the patients, since most of them were lights out most of the time he was ever contracted to do a repair. Between modern medicine's drugs and some bitchy-witchy concoctions that New Haven's arcane specialists could cook up to speed up the healing process of supernaturals, there was a whole lotta fuckers blissed out in the hospitals and clinics in town. He'd just said hi, and that it'd be right over quick in his Montana hick voice, then promptly turned around, one hand on his hip, the other hauling that heavy duffel bag of tools, neck cranked to look right up at the AC high up in the wall. He didn't expect the patient to care or want to interact. Head turned around with a friendly hospitality smile when Elias began to ask him something, which he was about to say, oh I'm 'ere to fix the air now bud, when Elias suddenly started to look... freaked out. Oliver's smile turned upside out. Was the patient having a bad trip? "Ah... hol'... hol'd on." He began looking around, then poked his head out the door. "Hol' on, now, bud. I'm just the handyman, now. Lemme, uh, just find yer nurse or something..."

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@draconic-anders

his  second  day  out  of  the  hospital.  elias  was  still  pretty  banged  up;  his  face  a  mess  of  purple,  black  &  dark  red,  deep  circles  under  his  eyes,  bruises  on  his  neck  that  formed  a  very  clear  strangle-line  all  the  way  around  it.  dressed  in  loose  pants  &  shirt,  his  arm  wrapped  tight  in  a  sling  against  his  chest.  broken.  how  ...was  he  supposed  to  exist  with  a  broken  arm?  how  was  he  meant  to  do  what  he  loved?  well,  he  could  still  drink  coffee.  heavy  sigh  sounded  as  he  made  a  gigantic  beeline  around  the  square  with  his  coffee  in  his  useful  hand,  instead  heading  through  the  mall.

never  one  to  search  the  busy,  crazy  life  of  a  city  person  -  even  though  he  had  ben,  he  ...  preferred  to  avoid  the  quiet  for  now,  so  the  mall  was  a  nice  alternative  option.  one  may  think  with  new  haven  being  a  flourishing  medium-sized  town  at  this  point,  it  wasn't  easy  to  keep  running  into  people  you  knew,  but  at  the  same  time  ...elias  knew  at  least  half  the  town's  population  simply  because  they  were  travelers  &  went  through  him  for  orientation  &  registration.  but  this  felt  oddly  redundant  even  if  in  a  different  place.  he  was  sat  on  a  bench  with  a  coffee,  anderson  right  there.  dejavu?  maybe  a  little.  "anders?  hey  ...hi,  how  are  you  doing?"

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@mountaintracked

elias  was  not  in  a  good  place  right  now  -  or  maybe  he  hadn't  been  in  a  long....  long  time.  he  left  the  safety  of  his  home  &  family  for  new  haven  to  find  a  better  life  for  someone  like  him  &  to  ensure  they  weren't  in  danger  because  of  him,  but  everything  he  found  in  new  haven  was  anguish  &  sorrow,  pain  &  rejection.  he  found  a  new  life  he  was  meant  to  be  part  of,  but  it  kicked  him  to  the  curb  any  chance  it  got.

he  lost  his  heart  to  a  homicidal  maniac,  he  endured....  &  endured,  gave  it  his  all,  gave  everything  he  had  to  this  town  &  his  relationship,  but  what  did  that  get  him?  nothing.  just...  pain.  he  might've  escaped  trenton's  grasp,  maybe  this  mother  nature  he  always  mentioned  had  taken  trenton  from  him  for  a  reason  -  had  brought  him  back  into  his  time  so  that  elias  could  find  peace,  but  he  wasn't  sure  if  he  even  could  &  he  hated  that  he  couldn't  think  of  anything  else  right  now,  stuck  in  this  damn  hospital  bed  with  nowhere  else  to  go,  nobody  to  turn  to.  with  both  trenton  &  patrick  gone,  elias  was  truly  alone.

he  thought  about  going  home  a  lot,  but  was  he  willing  to  put  the  people  he  loved  at  risk  for  a  chance  at  happiness?  nah.  he  also  thought  about  how  it  was  possible  that  his  ac  was  malfunctioning  -  when  ...  it  was  hot  out,  but  he  wasn't  moving  much,  so  ...  yeah.  but  most  of  all  did  he  wonder  why  the  fuck  trenton  was  back.  words  lost  even  when  the  other  greeted  him  tools  in  a  bag  he  brought  with  him,  elias  ...couldn't.  weakened,  in  pain,  a  little  dizzy  from  the  meds  &  horrified  of  the  consequences  of  his  kidnapping,  he  just  ..

couldn't.

"what  ....what  are  you  doing  here?....  h-how?"

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"right?  i  couldn't  imagine  living  in  your  time.  without  technology,  power,  phones...  no  way.  hot  water..."  a  groan  left  him  at  that,  the  idea  of  cold  showers  or  having  to  heat  up  water  for  a  bath  that  stayed  how  like  what?  ten  minutes  tops?  hell  no.  this  was  the  time  he  belonged  in  &  he  was  happy  for  it.  he  assumed  the  travelers  would  be  too  once  they  got  adjusted,  he  had  yet  to  meet  one  of  them  who  didn't.  even  his  douche  of  an  ex  had  enjoyed  the  modern  life.  maybe  a  little  too  much  even.

his  ...innocent  cluelessness  was  ..refreshing  &  elias  huffed  out  a  loud  laugh,  one  that  showed  teeth  &  made  his  eyes  crinkle  at  the  sides.  "no  no,  nonono.  alright  listen.  it's  not  about  hurting,  okay?  what  they're  saying  is  ...  you're  hot  and  the  clothes  make  you  look  even  more  handsome,  y'know?  so  you're  a  heartbreaker  'cause  everybody  wants  you,  but  you  can't  love  them  all.  getting  tails...  means  getting  laid."  it  was  strange,  talking  to  someone  who  didn't  understand  half  the  saying  &  phrases  that  were  so  normal  to  them.

"it's  not  a  bad  thing,  alright?  it's  a  compliment."  hand  had  found  the  man's  shoulder  &  gave  leather  a  gentle  squeeze.  "yeah,  drink  up.  i  got  plenty  where  that  came  from."  well,  he  wouldn't  mind  a  second  stop  at  the  coffee  shop.  so..  yeah.  the  reaction  was  amusing,  though  also  a  little  saddening  he  hadn't  found  another  coffee  lover  just  yet.  "dirt  and  sugar?  ow.  that's  harsh.  it's  an  acquired  taste,  but..."  he  took  another  sip,  little  hum  in  his  throat.  "it's  a  good  one.  not  for  everybody  though.  speaking  of  ...what  do  you  like?  found  any  favorite  new  foods  or  drinks  yet?  how  are  you  enjoying  life?  need  any  help?"

"Yeah this place very welcoming. And this time is just amazing, I love having a phone in my pocket. And knowing what a phone is. Bathing inside is nice too, though I can't say hot water is much of a change for me all water I get into turns hot." Anders had an easy charm about him, mostly because he was blunt and honest, and he didn't tend to think about how that made other people feel, his filter was thin at best, non-existent at worst. He was sweet though and that made even the most horrible things he said just a bit endearing, at least in his experience so far.

"People keep saying that. Someone else told me I would break hearts. I don't get it personally because I think I am being nice. I mean I am way nicer than my dad was to me." Anders looked down at himself and wondered what about these clothes made it look like he would hurt people. Taking tails and breaking hearts sounded dreadful.

Anders took the mug carefully in his hands, making sure not to crush it in his grip, though heat was never an issue for him. He brought it to his nose and sniffed the contents. "Are you sure?" he asked looking back at the other before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.

To be polite he turned his head to the side before he spat it out onto the ground, away from Elias. "Yucky. I thought it would taste like- well. Not that. It's like dirt and sugar. Ick. I'm sorry I wasted some of your drink."

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"i'm  glad  you're  feeling  that  way."  that  just  meant  the  program  worked,  right?  that  all  their  work  of  integrating  the  travelers  into  their  time  -  be  it  until  they  found  a  way  to  send  them  back  or  ...well,  to  stay  as  part  of  new  haven.  elias  didn't  mind  them  staying.  though  the  fear  of  opening  up  to  some  &  finding  them  dragged  back  in  time  was  ...  scary.  he  didn't  make  friends  easily  despite  not  really  feeling  too  unsocial.  he  wasn't,  was  he?  he  was  trying  to  be  less  ..  isolated.  when  work  thrived,  he  often  tended  to  lock  himself  away  &  focus  on  it.  but  he  realized  it  was  ..  too  much  only  when  too  late  usually.  he  was  trying  to  be  better  about  it.

that  little  display  with  the  sunglasses  made  elias  chuckle  &  shake  his  head  in  disbelief.  "that'll  get  you  all  the  tails."  he  had  a  hunch  what  anders  saw  on  tv  to  be  prompted  to  do  this,  which  made  it  much  funnier.  "especially  with  the  jacket."  oh  yeah,  the  perfect  combo  to  melt  hearts  around  town.  "oh,  yeah.  coffee.  it's  uh...  it  wakes  you  up.  it's  a  brew  made  from  grounded  coffee  beans.  wanna  taste?"  mug  held  out  if  he  dared.  it  was  a  sweet  vanilla  coffee  day.  he  didn't  know  what  came  over  him,  but  today  his  brain  felt  that  sweet  was  good.

"You guys make it so easy. Hey look. Look at this. I saw it on TV." Anders laughed for a second before getting a straight face and putting on sunglasses before he turned dramatically and took them off. Without shame he had practiced this in the mirror for at least an hour to get the full effect of it.

"Isn't it cool?" Anders was taking the time jump in stride, many new things seemed pretty straightforward but he was sure if you looked in his camera roll it was an endless stream of pictures of the ground, his feet, or the inside of his pocket. Taking a seat on the bench next to Elias he smiled at him. "What are you drinking? It smells...strong. Is it good?"

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mornings  were  still  his  favorite  time  of  the  day;  he  could  just  enjoy  the  peace  &  quiet  (well,  compared  to  the  big  city  anyway)  of  a  small  town,  drink  his  coffee  &  prepare  for  a  long,  tedious  day  at  the  headquarters  of  new  haven's  search  party  department.  he  founded  it,  so  it  wasn't  like  he  could  blame  anybody  but  himself.  after  his  early  morning  run,  elias  got  himself  a  big  mug  of  coffee  to  go  &  flopped  down  on  one  of  the  benches  at  the  square.

he  knew  most  of  the  faces  in  town;  he  set  up  their  files  for  the  registry.  he  didn't  remember  all  the  names,  but  this  one  ..  he  surely  did.  recent.  "the  jacket  definitely  completes  the  look."  he  huffs  with  a  little  laugh  on  his  lips.  bad  boys  in  leather  jackets?  oh  yeah.  he  did  not  have  good  history  with  those,  but  it  was  an  alluring  look  nonetheless.  "you  seem  to  adjusting  quite  well."

For: Open to Everyone

Location: Mercury Windwhisper Square

This new world took a lot more getting used to than the one he had left behind, let along the secluded cloister of dragonbloods he had grown up in. So much noise- so many things to see. It was a bit overwhelming at times. At the very least he liked the clothes, they were much more comfortable.

"So how do I look? Be honest. I think the jacket might be a bit much but I was told it 'completed the look' whatever that means."

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it'd been a while since elias last saw cyrus. trenton had been ... a little controlling up until the day he.. wasn't. he left. elias hadn't been locked up, not at all, but he'd had less & less time to go out & mingle. not that he ever did that before. though he did cut down on coffee shop visits, which .. had been a little sad. no coffee at home could beat coffee shop coffee.

cyrus .. was a nice distraction from his thoughts. elias didn't think he was ready for anything, maybe he never would be. he also had all this curse stuff to figure out without patrick & oberyn now. patience. time... will tell. the bear's voice cut through the thick of the wolf's thoughts & he glanced up, blinking a few times before shaking his head. definitely not boring, he had a lot to think about. "isn't the point of modeling for a painting to ..sit still?" head tilted to the side a little, he chuckled quietly. "tempting, really. but i wouldn't want to disturb artistic greatness for carnal pleasures, you know? do your thing. i don't mind sitting still." the scent of bear all around surely didn't help his racing thoughts. sure, every bear smelled differently, but that underlying scent of danger reminded him of .. a lot. stop it. "so uh, how long you been painting?"

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Cyrus had invited Elias to his house, under the pretense of posing for an outdoor painting. the cloudy weather made everything bluer, the blue reflection in the dark curls, the bluish shadow that rose under the pale skin of his already shaved chin and of course, the slight touch of cobalt in the omega's eyes. Another challenge for the werebear was also painting the shadows and lights that the foliage projected onto the other male, although the absence of direct sun caused the boundary between lights and shadows to become looser.

slowly the brushstrokes filled the canvas, there was affection in each drop of paint applied "I hope this isn't so boring" he asked in the hope that the werewolf wasn't iffed because of this. "you don't have to stay completely still, you can talk and move... you can also come here and kiss me" he said with a sassy tone in his voice.

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well, that didn't work out as he'd hoped. although elias couldn't deny he felt his heart clench at the rather pathetic little try of the bear repeating his name. he tried. that had to count for something, right? they'd work it out. or rather, elias would. he'd not been told there was absolutely no way of communicating with him by using words. he assumed nathan did that deliberately, which... he might deserve.

okay, fine. he couldn't exactly leave him now to figure out a way to fix this & he knew no bears .... well, he knew one, but he wasn't going to wake him in the middle of the night. patience, it'll all work out - you'll see. the bear would be fine. he ..seemed calm, if a bit grumpy. he knew the kind. he still couldn't believe trenton up & left after everything he did for him. everything he endured. fuck him.

"it's okay, it's fine. calm." that growl .. did things to him it shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. too much time spent with a bear in every inch of his life. the scent alone brought back this unhealthy mix of arousal & dread. he'd loved trenton. he's also been stupid, clearly.

this isn't trenton, cut it out.

he didn't have to, because suddenly - while he zoned out on unwanted memories, he had a big paw pointing at him, poking at him even. he smiled & nodded. "eeeeee-lias." he slowly & carefully wrapped his fingers around the other's paw & brought it against his chest - right above his heart & he held it there. not forcefully, gently, head lowered a little to ..maybe sniff it. maybe not. he totally did. but there wasn't too much else he could do right now other than to introduce himself & prove to him that he was being honest..? not sure why he did the heart thing, his paw was there... & it felt like the right thing to do. he slowly pulled his hands away, but didn't move the bear's & instead grabbed some bacon from his plate to hold it out for the other - he wasn't attempting to feed him per se, just .. show him it was okay...? he'd feed him if he wanted to.

The bear didn't really know what was going on, in one moment, he was catching fish in his bear form, and now he was wrapped in these strange fibers. Although he was sitting in this unfamiliar place seemingly calm, it was not an easy transition from that point to now. Orsin only was tolerant because of the potion that was forced down his throat. It felt like like he was induced with several tranquilizers all at once (though it was necessary with how aggressive he was with all the alphas, and with the omegas...). Clearly, he was better left alone in the wilderness.

Still, this was the trouble the town wanted to take on, and now the werebear was on the couch, staring at the little black box in front of him. His eyes glued on his reflection. Orsin knew that was himself, but he couldn't recognize him. It's not what he was used to. He wanted to be a bear again. He should be a bear again.

Upset, Orsin's gaze remained the television even when the stranger started cooking. It was only when the stranger moved close to present his food that the bear finally looked at him. He was still sluggish, but he looked the other up and down. Pretty big build, would have been competition for him, but then he smelled the particular scent of an omega, and knew that wouldn't be the case. Instead, he started thinking about how suitable he would have been to give him cubs if he were also a werebear.

After a brief moment, the stranger just began to spout nonsense. If it weren't for this potion, Orsin would have gotten wildly annoyed, but instead all he did was snarl his upper lip. Especially when he first pointed at him. But the potion did a number on him that he found himself leaning forward and pointed to himself. "l--LIAs." With a low and heavy growl, the beast struggled to repeat the sound, not understand what was being asked by him. But he copied the other exactly and with a heavy hand it was his turn to point at him, though he was generous and actually pressed his finger onto the other's chest. Soft.

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it was maybe a feeble effort, but it truly was the best elias had to offer the alpha. it wasn't like trenton had taken much time in teaching him anything beyond how to not wear any pants ever & how to feel like you're not enough on a regular basis. so, elias was - in a way, still the naive, clueless little puppy that came to new haven about a year ago. it was like... nothing had changed, other than ... well, his body. the heats, the slick, the scents. he'd spent so many years pretending he wasn't this, only to be pressed down face-first into it.

elias hadn't realized how desperate for attention he was up until he got it. he could practically feel his chest swell & warmth took over his body in a storm. you're my guy. it was .. not a lot, but it was enough to give him an idea where this was going to go & gods, he was ready. he was so eager, he thought about tugging off his shirt, getting on his knees & begging him to have mercy on the omega. but he wouldn't. he didn't need another trenton, he .... wanted something different, something better. someone to cherish & appreciate his efforts with more than a grunt of - good on your for doing your duties.

throat suddenly dry, he was eyeing the other, watching him slide closer & closer in his chair up until they almost touched & he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until the other spoke up again. he hadn't even said anything yet & elias knew... no, he felt how wet he was. he never denied being desperate. he was .. it was true. he craved another man's touch more than anything. to be held, hugged, kissed and loved. god.

hector had barely had time to finish his sentence before elias had slung his bag over his head & dropped it next to them & climbed into that lap. "y--you uh...think it can hold us both?" because elias knew he was heavy & while the idea of sitting on the other was quite entertaining... he didn't want to ruin this. & yet here he was, legs slung around the alpha's hip the best way they could, hands placed firmly against the man's chest, palms flat & hesitating, because he knew that the alpha decided when touching was okay - not him. his face spoke volumes if the alpha still found himself able to look all the way up there by now, because as he sat now, elias' inviting hips would be planted firmly on the other's & maybe being so close only intensified the sweet scent wafting off the puppy. "that... okay? you need anything? i'm uh, you sure you don't want me kneeling?" & there was that faint blush on his cheeks now, because he was very much used to having sex anywhere & at any point in time, but ... that didn't mean he didn't still shy away. especially when he was out of his element, as he was now. where was trenton when you needed him to push you down & lead the way?

Ah, old campfire romances. In a violent way. Not warm & toasty, cuddles under the stars and marshmallows... in a scarring, hot branding iron way. Searing, piercing strikes through the soul with a prod--TRENTON, this man he'd heard of. A fellow traveler of sorts. I HEARD YOU'RE ONE OF THE TRAVELERS, there's that suggestive remark to Elias' hopeful thoughts he does not air, but dresses for the part. I suppose that's what ancient men are good for: real Alpha men to crave your more barbarous fantasies of being taken, of being wanted, fought over, and owned. Hector smells it in the air, it's like... blood in the water equivalent for Mermen. He smells the Omega's slick, his expectations, the way he bent over, pushed his ass out, presenting it to him. The way he emphasized his bursting snug professional shirt over tits. It's a good thing Hector's a tits man over ass; it's a good thing he's one of the travelers.

He watches Elias' body language and subtle signs with great interest, leaning further back on his nice office chair, manspreading just a tad bit further--just so he sees it being done intentionally. "You're my guy." He repeats the offer made by the IT consultant, but with a twist in tone, a toothy shark grin exposed on the left of his lips. "Right. Well. Mr. Hawkins..." he says, arms uncrossing from across his chest and palms weighing down on the armrests of his chair, bracing to wheel himself closer to the desk where Elias was sitting conveniently there, legs wide, waiting to perfectly fit a man between them. "You didn't come here for a random inspection of my, ah, computer, on your day off, now." He's slid right between Elias' legs now, chair fitting into the desk, face practically close enough to touch Elias' chest, feeling the heat coming right off it. Head tilted up, those knowing, confident, already-won eyes look up at the Omega sat on his desk. "I want you, doll. Come down here on my lap."

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the entire .. thing that happened was unbelievable. when he came here, the first thing he was told was that the barrier was unbreachable. it was indestructible & while clearly judging & using those living inside it, it was ... protecting them. now it seemed like it died while trying, although... elias wouldn't just stand by & watch. he had an idea & he'd do whatever it took to fix it. he just needed a little help with it, which .. posed to be a problem now that his fair folk confidante had returned home. they were looking for a long-term fix, sure, but elias had to think about the right here & now.

who better to annoy & rely on than a prince, right? who else could be more powerful as a fairy? elias truly couldn't think of anybody else with comparative powers. an elf or a witch wouldn't do, so this was his only hope & he would work hard on getting it done.

he knew where to find the fairy, so - while looking his very best in dark grey slacks & a white button-up, he'd set out to visit him, during work hours no less because ... yes, elias was .. selfish in that regard, he couldn't run away. so elias had half a shift to convince him. or ... the night. if he so chose. elias was not above using what he had to convince someone of his cause. not that he'd ever done that for oberyn, but he knew that not everybody was like the tailor.

upon entering the shop, he .... stopped to glance around, eyes falling on someone who ...definitely had to be it. he was taller than the wolf would've assumed, but then again... he shouldn't think he knew all fae when he'd only met a handful. soft smile on his lips, he trotted over to meet him - prim & proper with a hand extended, "hey, hi. uh, you're ...carmelo, right? i uh, um, we haven't actually met yet, but i heard you might be able to help me with a ....problem." decently pleased with that not-quite trainwreck of an introduction, he remembered he'd forgotten the most vital piece of information.

"i'm elias by the way. search party hq." hand against the back of his head, he felt a little blush creep up his cheeks. he really had to get out more to practice that.

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before coming to reside in new haven, this would've been unthinkable, even just thinking about pursuing another man would've sent him spiraling & in a very, very subtle way it still did, but - bless his soul for that at least, trenton's done one good thing ever since they first met & showed elias how very normal that kind of thing was here. especially because elias was an omega. there was nothing wrong with him, nothing he had to fix, no mental issue he had to work through - no, he was just .... him. & that was a good thing.

he was a good thing.

even trenton ...said so. sometimes. it was difficult, adjusting to life in new haven - he wouldn't lie. he never thought this is how his life here would be. he always thought he'd find out who he was, find love... find happiness? something like that, for sure, but instead ...trenton found him & okay yeah, he ... elias liked him, he did. he really did. but what good did that do him if the other was incapable of loving him back & the alpha who could ... was taken. it was unfair. elias worked so hard .. for everything, including trenton & all he got in return was .. to be one of many. to be ... replaceable.

elias was better than that.

if trenton got to fuck around, he did, too & maybe he would actually find his prince charming one day & maybe he'd be brave enough to tell of the alpha who'd invaded his .... everything. a boy could dream, right? as of right now, though, he was ... playing with fire & it was glorious. eyes on him, that hollywood grin that made his legs buckle & cave. he was right to be here. it was okay. besides, he only meant well... couldn't let the fire station be out of commission. what if a fire broke out that wasn't located below his belt?

"oh yeah? so i did my job right is what you're saying? good." he grinned, hand on his courier bag, which he's pulled in front of him - right over his crotch & not because he was excited to see the alpha again, no. simply because... that meant if he turned just .. a little bit, the captain could get a glimpse of his most favorite asset. he had to gauge the other male's interest somehow, because no way in hell was he going to make a fool of himself again in front of an alpha he meant to impress. "still, i'm in trouble if the fire station's unable to communicate, so ... i thought i should make sure."

watching him roll back & clear space for him was ... mesmerizing. elias hadn't realized how desperate he was for someone not-trenton, even if just for an hour or two - someone to appreciate all of him, not just his holes. not that he had a problem with that in general, because he didn't. he was just tired of loving an wall. one without a mirror no less. if... this was him, the bear who thought he owned his life, elias would be expected to kneel - by now, because the wolf had been staring at the alpha's crotch for quite a while by now for sure, punishment would have been earned, because how dare he hesitate even for just a second. legs open, that's where you should be right now. right in-between them, showing the man the respect you owe him.

& god, he wanted to be. if only he wasn't so, so incredibly bad at this. he knew a dozen omegas in town who'd already be undressed & riding that guy, but he ... was not like that & sometimes he wished he was. badly. because when he managed to pull himself out of that semi-kind-of-trance, their eyes met & he found himself lost once again. "shirt.... yeah." he was .. a little distracted, the words flowing effortlessly until they did register & his cheeks flushed while he glanced down on himself - like he hadn't noticed he was ... taking a risk with the choice of his clothes. although, to his defense... if the shirt wasn't showing off his pecs, it wouldn't be half as bad.

but alas... "that old thing? nah. it's my day out, checking up on clients is all." & hoping one of them bends him over their desk because they smell how wet he was for them. but that was a minor detail. tall as he was, he still fit snugly underneath that desk, on one knee, bend over & his bag discarded to sit on the floor where he needed it. he ... was sure to push out his most prominent asset when getting back on his feet, pushing his hair out of his face before hands came down on the desk, legs spread a little - because knees should always be bent just a little to avoid knee issues later on in life.

& it would take a priest to deny the view. "looks pretty good on both ends to me. guess i'll get to keep my head .. for at least another hour or two." he was still switching through files on the computer, letting his arguments speak for themselves & only spun around to face the other & sit his ass down on the desk, arms crossed in front of his chest, which emphasized how snuggly-fit his shirt really was around his torso. "i heard you're one of the travelers." did that mean he was not afraid to .. make a move? like trenton was? "you ever need any help.. of any kind. i'm happy to help out. really. any issue you run into, i'm your guy."

Maybe this is why modern day employers advise you not to fuck with your coworkers after all. Little heartbreaks here and there wherever you go, whatever it takes. Attraction is one hell of a fucking thing, and it's clearly done a number on Elias. A few 'mistakes' made here and there, possibly walking into his next mistake. He's a hot mistake to make, though.

The Captain's becoming quite proficient with the information age as he catches up. Mostly driven by the need to work rather than using technology in his free time, but he's getting the hang of it. Elias did a right on job ironing out the major error that prompted his initial visit, thankfully with no major disasters in the downtime. Small towns are a good place for a man like Hector to learn to live. He's sat on his rolling chair by his office's computer, working around his more clerical duties as the station's Captain (shit part of his job, in unminced words). Not so much action in a quiet small town at this time of day when his a special someone is escorted into his office by two of his men. It's nice when someone brings you lunch like this. The Captain grins at this arrival, reclining against his chair, rolling back to distance himself from under the desk just a bit to get a better view. "Hah. Mr. Hawkings, now. Everything's running just fine." He says, examining eyes setting upon him through that silver Hollywood squint & grin, arms crossed. It's no coincidence, he's too old to believe in coincidence. Coming in check pro-bono in his spare time like that? The wolf wants something; he's smart like that, right?

"But why don't you see for yourself? You'd know how to better tell." Free help is good help, as they say. And the tight assets are complementary. A quick fix and a show, like his bread and circus. Hector pushes his feet against the wooden floor, rolling his chair further away from his desk, leaving a wider space, gesturing Elias to come right over so he can access Hector's desktop.

Conveniently, I suppose, it also places him front & center to the spectacle, best seat in the house. It's good to be King of the castle and the office. He makes himself comfortable in his chair, arms now more loose and relaxed on the armrests, and a charming ol' bit of manspreading, as this has become known today. It's normal to him, he doesn't see the fuss about it. Real open and inviting. Friendly like a good neighbor.

"Nice shirt." He remarks, Elias' cues not escaping him. "Real tight, too; what's the occasion? Going somewhere after work?" He holds off offering taking him home after work until Elias' response on the good probable chance that he actually does already have plans for the occasion. It's no secret that the wolf's all big, pretty, and tight like that. The Captain doesn't know yet about the sorrowful past with relationships or his living situation, so he waits. He's a medieval Alpha, but not a brute. A Knight, rather--there's charm and noble demeanor.

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when nathan called him in the middle of the night, elias .. expected an emergency, but what he found .. wasn't necessarily that. well, it was & it wasn't. nathan had called him over for a favor. a big one no less. he knew the reason why he was called in for this was a grudge. elias ... might've helped trenton with intel on the werefox & he might or might not have played part in the reason why nathan had been cursed blessed with twins. so.. yeah, sure.. he had it coming. so, here he was, knocking on the door & waiting for the councilman to let him in. greeted with a nod, he stepped inside to find .. they weren't alone?

a good two hours later, he was headed home with a bear in tow. the sun was almost up by now, so instead of trying to maneuvered the bear into the makeshift bed on the couch, he sat him down on it & went to prepare breakfast for them. "you must be hungry." he hummed under his breath as he grabbed bacon & sausages from the fridge & eggs from the counter to make them the most opulent breakfast he could without having gone to the grocery store first.

so, the bear... didn't really speak human. elias didn't speak bear. or animal in general. surely, though... the scent of meat should ... help? it was strange having a bear in his home again. he thought that a bear would be the last thing to be finding on his living room couch again & for a split second when he turned around with filled plates, he could swear he saw trenton lounging on his couch. he didn't. but it felt real & he felt his heart clench at the sight.

it's not him. you're fine.

he moved slow around the other, setting the plate & cutlery down in front of him, although... part of him doubted he'd use it. "you uh, got a name?" he pointed at himself, "elias." waiting for their eyes to meet, "elias." then pointed at him & eyed him closely.

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