Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170730232309

Elijah paused, continuing to stand in place for a full minute before hesitantly turning back to Jeong's side, his face pale and eyes sunken.

He sat on the mattress right beside him, beginning to knead the thin blanket as he tried to rationalise what was presumably going to happen to the Korean.

He was going to become corrupted. The sense of dread that had been coiling in his stomach blurring the lines of his usual calm and collected reasoning and instantly declaring the worst of any situation.

But, why him?! Jeong motherfucking Smirnov was the kindest, gentlest man he had ever known to even exist, who desifinetly didn't deserve to be manipulated by a partner who didn't realise how fucking precious he was in time to safe his life and land him in limbo. He didn't deserve to be placed in a situation in which he had to fight to regain the right to live, and he didn't deserve to even be here!

As far as Elijah was concerned, he had so power and potential in his little body- But he just couldn't fucking realise it. How he would always forget to pack his erasers in his art kit, how he showed so much love and compassion to people even though they didn't deserve it, how with every single sneaking glance that he gave him when he was talking about something he was passionate about, he could easily claim that he had little nebulas and stars hidden right under his iris.

For the first time in his life, Elijah let the facade completely drop, doing something completely out of the ordinary.

He immediately threw his arms around the feeble man's neck, burying his face in the crook of his neck and sobbing his unbeating heart out, letting all his vulnerabilities become exposed for this one, single, moment in time.