Elias
Elias reclaims his apple, nodding. "Mhm. Annoyed my father to no end. I also enjoy finding pearls," idle small talk but she'd asked.
As she settled in, his gaze briefly lingered on exposed, burned skin, before he noticed she'd spoken to him, "A... wish?" He'd been distracted. "I did, yeah. I like to think that perhaps they can come true."
His gaze had returned to the basket of food, as he sat his apple core aside. "Hey, Phoebe? Can... I ask about the burn marks on your legs?"
As she settled in, his gaze briefly lingered on exposed, burned skin, before he noticed she'd spoken to him, "A... wish?" He'd been distracted. "I did, yeah. I like to think that perhaps they can come true."
His gaze had returned to the basket of food, as he sat his apple core aside. "Hey, Phoebe? Can... I ask about the burn marks on your legs?"
Nothing around here is quite as it seems,
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
