<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 guess<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><strong>This simple combination</strong>(https://i.imgur.com/3jH0mHa.jpg)<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><strong>Internal Swear Count::</strong>48<br/><strong>External Swear Count::</strong>0<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elias didn't really get on with most fuckin' people. They said he was aggressive, prickly 'n violent, and he...well, he said that they were fuckin' assholes. Most people were, to be honest. Most people didn't give a shit about you unless you could do something for 'em, and even then, they only cared enough t' fuckin'<em>pretend</em>to care. If there was one thing he'd learned in his life, it was that for the most part, you were on your fuckin' own. No other asshole was gonna put you first. Nobody else was gonna put your shit over their own shit, and nobody was gonna go outta their fuckin' way to stick their necks out if y' needed it. People, by and large, were selfish assholes and that's why he treated them like fuckin' assholes. They could bitch and whine about it all they wanted, but he knew that as soon as they saw a chance to slide the knife in and as soon as it inconvenienced them<em>not</em>t' fuckin' do it, they'd do it in a fuckin' heartbeat. He'd gotten this far not trustin' any asshole further than he could throw 'em, and he wasn't about to make an earth-shattering fuckin' change now. On the streets, if y' trusted anybody, y' got fucked over. If y' relied on anybody, y' ended up with even less than you'd started with.<br/><br/>He'd clawed himself outta the fuckin' gutters, and no way in<em>hell</em>was he ever gettin' dragged back there.<br/><br/>So as he made his way through...campus, he supposed they would call it, people tended to stay out of his way. Even if his bad fuckin' attitude wasn't enough t' convince people t' leave him the hell alone, his raw size and the large dog at his side was usually enough to dissuade the braver assholes from tryin'. Anybody who came too close was met with a glower and a scowl, and maybe even a soft growl from Fenrir. Yeah, he could be a lot fuckin' nicer t' people, but why bother? They were never all that fuckin' nice to<em>him.</em>He was blessed by Ares, after all. All he was fuckin' good for was wrecking shit and hurtin' people. He'd tried to be more than that when he first arrived, but it only took one round'a people refusin' to eat his fuckin' cooking 'cause'a who'd blessed him to convince him that people here were no different to the outside world. They saw a dour, angry, muscular fucker and assumed that he was only fuckin' useful if y' wanted shit moved or broken. They didn't even wanna give him the time of day otherwise. They judged on appearances, and they saw a prickly, standoffish asshole so they never bothered t' think why he might fuckin' be that way.<br/><br/>And the people who<em>did</em>come up t' him to try 'n talk with him? They were just the girls who wanted the bad boy to fuck their brains out. He was big, muscular, fairly attractive...so they just wanted the fuckin' conquest rather than t' get to know him properly. Well, he weren't about that shit, which they very fuckin' quickly realised. It was why he only really had one friend. Rana...she didn't care about any'a that. She took the time and put in the effort to get to know him. She...she actually cared about who he was as a person, and actually paid attention to what he wanted, what he enjoyed and who he was beneath all the barbs and prickles. She actually made him feel like somebody in this wide world<em>gave a shit</em>and that...that was more powerful than people often gave it credit for. At this time in the morning, she was probably slavin' away in the greenhouse; she did love her flowers 'n crops, and any time she wasn't eatin' or wanderin' the forest, she was gardening. That was good; it gave him an idea of where she was, and it meant he could go 'n join her whenever he wanted.<br/><br/>He made his way across campus towards the greenhouse, Fenrir padding along at his side obediently. One of his hands was stuffed in his pocket whilst the other one carried a small knapsack-like picnic bag (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61yfnc1rSGL._AC_SX522_.jpg) that Rana'd gotten for him on one of her visits outside of the village. It was sickeningly fucking adorable with a pastel pink coloration and adorned with hearts and little cartoon sheep, but he had t' admit...he kinda liked it. It was cute, 'n it reminded him'a His Rana. Granted, she coulda brought him back a pet fuckin' rock and he'd've loved it, but that was besides the fuckin' point, now weren't it? Either way, he'd packed away her breakfast into it - if he left her to her own devices, she'd eat some instant fuckin' ramen or some shitty cereal and leave it at that, 'n no way His Rana was eatin' less than the fuckin' best - and kept it close by his side just in case. Fenrir sniffed at it occasionally, but a stern word was usually enough to stop him getting too uppity about the treats he'd stashed in there alongside their breakfast.<br/><br/>He reached the greenhouse door and passed by Cerise standing at the entrance with a grunt. He didn't shove her out of the way or tell her to get the fuck outta the way, so for him, anyway, that was about as polite as most people were gonna get. He didn't bother knocking on the door; it was a public fuckin' space, and he didn't need permission to go inside whenever the fuck he wanted. He pushed the door open, stepping inside, his eyes scanning the area for...ahah. There she was, and in one of her characteristically...suggestive outfits. His eyes roamed briefly over the curve of her form as she bent and worked on the garden, the way her top clung to her chest, pushing it up and accentuating its rise, or the way her skirt fitted her lower curves and fell in just the right ways to make a mans mind go wild. He shook his head. He knew it was Aphrodite's influence - he knew Rana well enough to know that she wasn't dressing that way deliberately - but it was still hard to avoid the fact that she was by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. His heart ached a little as he looked at her, smiling away over her plants as she chatted away, and he had to stop the small smile that was threatening to split his face. She always made him feel a hundred times better just by being there.<br/><br/>She was talking to Autumn - one'a the people who seemed scared t' talk t' him but was otherwise largely fuckin' inoffensive, not like that cockjockey Apollo - and generally having herself a good time. He moved towards her as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and lifted up the picnic bag, unzipping it and reaching in to get the tupperware box that held their lunch in it. He slipped the picnic bag to dangle from his wrist as he held the box flat in one hand, flicking open the clasps as he moved closer. As he reached His Rana, his hand came out of the box holding one of his homemade super-spicy breakfast crepes. (https://yummyveganrecipes.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/Spicy-Crepe-Paratha-5-Mins-Easy-Breakfast-Recipe-Easy-Snacks-Recipe-Toasted.jpg) They were spicy enough to blow most peoples heads off, but he knew Rana loved it like that. There were a couple of milder ones in there for him, too, but only he'd be able to tell the difference by sight. He largely ignored Autumn as he came to stand beside them, instead focusing his attention on Rana.<strong>"Open,"</strong>he said holding the crepe up. When she did so - he reckoned it was probably automatic at this point - he slid the crepe into her mouth.<strong>"Chew."</strong>He waited for her to take the rest of it in her hand before letting it go. He quickly sealed up the box again, before drawing out a thermos filled with her favourite morning beverage; his homemade spicy hot chocolate. That, he held onto until she was ready to take it.<br/><br/><strong>"I brought y'r breakfast,"</strong>he shook the box,<strong>"'n somethin' for Chocola, too."</strong>He looked around at the garden, sliding the box back into the bag it had come from.<strong>"Y' need any help? Any stubborn weeds y' need me t' fu-"</strong>He caught himself. He had no issue with swearing up a fuckin' storm, but...Rana wasn't comfortable with obscenities most of the time, and<em>he</em>didn't feel comfortable using such coarse language around somebody so pure and cinnamon-y. He tried again.<strong>"-rtively get rid've?"</strong>He finished, after a moment of grasping for a word he could use instead. Fenrir stopped at his side, settling down on his hind legs. He glanced up at Rana expectantly - he always was a little fuckin' spoiled around Rana - before looking around in the general area as if looking for something. He had an idea what he was looking for, of course, but what Fenrir did with the little bunny was none of his concern. As long as he fuckin' behaved himself, he'd be fine.