<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9m1eq3z.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Elias Wright</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315138.msg15271850#msg15271850)</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Greenhouse<br/><strong>Company::</strong><strong>Fenrir</strong>(http://usercontent2.hubstatic.com/13892235.jpg), Autumn, Kira, Cerise<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, June 19; Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Take a wild fuckin' guess<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><strong>This simple combination</strong>(https://i.imgur.com/3jH0mHa.jpg)<br/><strong>Internal Curse Counter::</strong>149<br/><strong>External Curse Counter::</strong>0<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>Heavy fuckin' language.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It was moments like this when Elias could<em>almost</em>fucking relax. Every minute of every day when he was out and about in public, he was always on fucking guard; there was always some kind of asshole who'd be looking to take advantage, or start a fucking fight, or who'd try to swing his fucking micro-dick around to try and convince everybody that he wasn't insecure about his own fucking irrelevance in an indifferent fucking universe. There was always<em>something</em>trying to fuck with him, and the moment he let his fucking guard down was the moment when something came along and took a giant steaming shit in his fucking cereal bowl and ruined his fucking day. It was just the way of the world. His life was just one fucking constant struggle and whenever it seemed like he'd get some kind of fucking reprieve, the cosmos seemed to fucking delight in making him its own personal fucktoy. The only things that ever really brought him any peace were painting and cooking, and even then, he couldn't rightly fucking enjoy it without somebody making him feel like shit. Nobody really wanted to taste anything he fucking cooked, and the moment anybody found out he painted, they assumed it was all about blood and war, or that it was shit. People were assholes, and they made damn sure that he never forgot that he was one, too.<br/><br/>Even the Gods were bastards at the heart of it. They didn't actually give a shit about people, they just cared about making sure the mortals didn't get dicked over<em>enough</em>that they'd start shit. All you had to do was look at the fucking stories surrounding their exploits and you'd see a long, bloody history of them dicking around with mortal lives with all the fucking indifference of a group of toddlers smashing their fucking Barbies and GI Joe's together. And when they got bored, or something shiny caught their fucking attention? They'd toss aside their old toys without a single fucking thought. Hell, a God could'a sent their precious fucking Chosens along to help him and Mei. They could've sent one'a their fucking errand boys to get them outta their home, or take 'em off the streets or save 'em from getting shot that night. But no. No, they just fucking watched with whatever the fucking Olympean replacement was for popcorn and watched as two lives were ruined beyond repair, and then had the<em>gall</em>to Choose him to be their fucking busybody.<br/><br/>Cosmic celestial power, and they couldn't be fucking bothered to save a single innocent, scared, abused teenage fucking girl...and then think that her brother is the perfect person to make their bitch. In case you hadn't noticed by now, he might well fucking take their powers and he might well go out and do shit with it, but he fucking<em>despised</em>the Gods. He'd do good with what they'd given him, because they damn well couldn't be trusted to do anything but further their own fucking interests with their power. All they were were selfish, arrogant, condescending, manipulative psychopaths with the mentality of children who had never been called out on their fucking bullshit because nobody dared speak out against the people with the bigger fucking sticks. If you wanted to know what kind of person an asshole really fucking was, give them any degree of fucking power and watch what they do with it. And in his mind? The Gods had been weighed. They'd been measured. And coincidentally, they were all the same exact fucking weight as a bunch of gaping, pus-filled and rancorously oozing<em>cunts.</em><br/><br/>So yeah. It was hard to relax sometimes.<br/><br/>He had all of this rage stored up inside him, rage against a universe that seemed indifferent at best and actively malicious at worst, and the only times he ever really found peace was when he was cooking, when he was painting...or when he was with His Rana. Somehow, her presence just seemed to...soothe him. It made the world feel a little more bearable, like there was one person around who understood him, who understood what he'd been through, what he'd lost and what kind of person he was at the heart of it...and didn't run away. There was one person on this entire planet that didn't look at him and immediately think that he was some kind of vicious thug, some kind of violent, destructive monster that was only capable of ripping shit apart. She shone with a brilliance that far outstripped any man, woman or God he'd ever seen or heard about just from the sheer brilliance of her compassion and kindness and understanding. She seemed to make the world brighter with nothing but a smile. She had suffered, too, she had seen that dark side of humanity and yet...she still held that hopefulness, that optimism and kindness and faith in the universe that he'd lost so long ago. The fact that she could go through that darkness and emerge....not untouched, but intact? That strength was rare. He knew for a fact that<em>he</em>didn't have it.<br/><br/>And when she looked at him, she didn't see something worthy of disgust or scorn. He didn't know why, but she saw him, saw the real him, saw to the broken, ugly heart of him and...she wanted to come closer. She wanted to be around him, she wanted to spend her time with him, and she seemed to genuinely enjoy him for who he was. And if he could make a woman as genuine and compassionate and<em>good</em>as her smile, if only for a little bit? If he could make this angel of a woman happy, if he could ease the pain of her past just a fraction...well, maybe he wasn't quite so useless after all. Maybe what everybody said about him was false; maybe he wasn't<em>just</em>good at wrecking shit. And when he was with her, he felt all of his tension just...melting away. It was more effective when they were alone, of course, when he could drop his guard and just be himself...but even around other people, her soothing presence was an irresistible wave that just washed over him and made his anger and general distaste for the world around him just a little bit easier to bear. She gave him hope that there were people out there that were still worth knowing, still worth protecting...and that one of them could find value in time spent with<em>him</em>of all fucking people? It made him feel good about himself, and that was not something he was used to.<br/><br/>He felt his heart skip a beat as she pressed her weight - tiny as it was - against him, and for a fraction of a second he felt the warmth and pressure of her body against his arm. He only just managed to suppress a happy little sigh as the radiant creature beside him showed him just a modicum of affection that spoke volumes. He knew better than anybody how wary she was to let people get close, the kinds of scars that certain types of contact had left her with...and the fact that she felt comfortable and safe enough with him to casually initiate such intimate contact...it warmed his heart to know that he could inspire that kind of faith. He hesitated for a moment, then reached up and placed a gentle arm around her shoulders, drawing her in just a little closer into his protective grip. It was soft and surprisingly tender, given his size - she could always shrug it off if she so chose - but whenever she got cute and affectionate like this...he couldn't deny the overprotective surge that pulsed through him. Anybody who wanted to hurt her for the rest of her life would have to fucking go through<em>him.</em>He would be a cold, rigid corpse on the fucking ground before he let her come to any kind of fucking harm, and even then, you'd have to fucking dismember him just to be fucking sure.<br/><br/>He gave her a soft, just-for-her smile as he heard the undergrowth rustling.<strong>"Y' ain't ever too much trouble, 'Rana,"</strong>he said simply.<strong>"It's always my pleasure t' see y' smilin'."</strong>If there was one woman who deserved above all others to never have another sad day in her life, it was Rana. The shit she'd been through, the shit she'd endured, the shit she'd<em>survived...</em>she'd had enough sorrow for one fucking lifetime. He turned his head away, resisting an overwhelming urge to bend down and press a sweet kiss to the top of her head, only barely managing to stop the overly familiar gesture. He adored her, he knew that much...but did she feel the same way about him? Doubtful. Being friends with him was a miracle in its own right...and he didn't want to presume too fucking much on her kindness. Why would a woman as amazing as her ever love somebody like<em>him?</em>It was absurd. He'd just have to settle with being her friend, with being her platonic protector...and as long as she was happy, that was good enough for him.<br/><br/>He looked down at Chocola as she approached, smiling a little as the tiny little bunny hopped up on its hind legs and placed its paws expectantly in Elias's hand. It was small enough that the tiny little thing could easily fit in his palm if he wanted it to...small, adorable and friendly, just like her owner. He shook his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile on his face as his free hand twisted to scoop up and then produce some of his home-made rabbit pellets, packed with all of the vitamins and minerals a growing bunny would need, all packed into an easy to deliver, easy to digest and tasty treat. He produced the handful to Chocola's discerning muzzle as he shook his head ruefully.<strong>"They say pets take afta' their owners, y'know,"</strong>he said wryly,<strong>"So is it any wonder sh' has such a huge app'tite? I mean...if I stood 't the edge'a the camp 'n rustled m' lunchbox here, y' know full well y'd hear it 'n come runnin', eh?"</strong>He lifted an amused eyebrow at her teasingly.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Fenrir had noticed the approach of the little bunny by scent alone; he knew her scent well enough that he knew when she was in the area, of course, but now that she'd shown herself, he seemed to be completely done with the fussings that he'd been getting from the two other young women in the greenhouse. He stood up firmly and turned, making his way over to the bench where Elias and Kirana were seated, sitting down next to them at the boundary between garden and path. he lowered his muzzle to Chocola's level, sniffing at her in a kind of passive greeting. The little bunny was tiny compared to the large Kugsha, but he didn't seem all that interested in eating her; he'd found her injured and pitiful and vulnerable that day several years ago, and ever since then, he seemed to have developed a little bit of a protective streak around her.<br/><br/>Maybe it was Fenrir mimicking his masters affection for Chocola's owner, or maybe he just wasn't as big and scary as he initially seemed. Or maybe he just didn't think it was worth the hassle of catching the little rabbit for such a tiny and unsatisfying meal! Who knew? Either way, it was obvious that Fenrir was not about to snap at the little rabbit, instead laying his head down nearby her and just watching as she nibbled away at her lunch. Elias glanced at him in amusement, pulling His Rana just a little closer than before. Every moment he could squeeze out of their gentle contact was another moment he spent in heaven, and he was loathe to end it prematurely. If she wanted out, he'd let her out...but until then, he was going to enjoy their quiet, peaceful moment alone as much as he possibly could.