we're falling apart to half time - o, roseblood

ilijas arthur valentine

reckless wanderer | noble stag

Ilijas really hadn't been feeling much of anything as of late. The world didn't seem as appealing as usual, the vast wilderness that he once held with so much esteem now a faraway figment of his imagination, clouded by the responsibility he had here to his clan. To his people. To Beverly. He wasn't complaining so much about the last of that trio, no no, Bev he'd bend over backwards for, but he certainly didn't know how he liked being so bound to Sunhaven. This was home for him he supposed, but even still, his heart yearned for the less taken path, for the grace of his own company, for the harsh winters and brutal summers that he, himself, endured alone.

But he'd never leave, not when this place had been so good to him. He had friends - acquaintances at the very least - and he had his little shop and he had the girl that he inexplicably felt connected to. What more did Ilijas need? Heaving a sigh, the bengal decided to dismiss his troubled thoughts in favor of a newly blossomed curiosity, chestnut colored eyes bright as he regarded Lydia. [color=#454843]"You need something?" He inquired though not unpleasantly, the faintest signs of some sort of smiling toying at the corners of his lips, [color=#454843]"I'm Ilijas."

cause god, i never felt young

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