* YOUNG / FOREVER

raising an eyebrow, ethan couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his rosy lips. “you know… you’re actually making me want to refuse so i can watch you do that. i’m quite bored right now, and i wouldn’t mind a good show,” he stated before taking a sip of his coffee. “however, i’m a nice guy, and i’ve been taught by my brother never to refuse free food, so hand it over.”

         ❝  - - - you’d be in luck , then. sad scone eating was one of my best subjects in school. i’ll make a real scene of it. ❞ elliott laughs , taking a free hand to rub at the back of his neck. as he’s informed that he won’t have to scarf down scones , he takes an exaggerated  breath of relief, quickly handing the scone over.❝ proper life saver , you are ! ❞

What the fuck was this guy’s PROBLEM ? He was WEIRD, and Sian should have just ignored him altogether. But he was just offering her a scone, and she had seen the barista give it to him only seconds ago, so she knew it wasn’t tampered with. She also knew, from regularly coming here, that they didn’t use eggs in their scones. ❝ Ugh, FINE ! I’ll eat your leftovers if it’ll make you feel better. ❞ She rolled her eyes at the familiar looking, weird man and took one of the scones from him. But then she realized why he was acting strange, and why she knew him from somewhere. ❝ Shit. Am I going to end up on TMZ now for going on a coffee date with you? ❞

‘ hm ? ’ cerulean  irises  lift  to  the disembodied  voice  -  though  her  heart  immediately  connects  the  dots ,  nobody  has  a  cadence  quite  like  his . does  he  not  recognize  her ?  is  he  merely  playing  coy ?  it’s  too  much  to  gauge ,  but  she  can’t  help  the  warm  smile  that  tugs  at  coral  lips ,  parting  to  offer  an  accented , ‘ eat  a  scone  &  fulfill  a  good  deed  for  you ?  a  lucky  day  indeed , monsieur. ’

“I like to believe that I’m a really nice person…” She mused, looking down at her counter as she focused on dicing her onions before swiftly swiping them into the pot. “But I’m beginning to believe that you only come and badger me because I can cook you a nice meal.” Nayami glanced up, giving her visitor a teasing smirk as she reached over to the side to grab a tomato to continue her dicing.

❝ and you are a nice person !  ❞  elliott agreed cheerfully , peeking over nayami’s shoulder to try and get a better glimpse of what was being made. ❝ what we have here is a coincidence , y’see. i like you, AND i like the fact that you feed me.  ❞  goodness knows he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. ❝  seriously . . . how can i help ? ❞

hello , pals !! my name is c ( carlie , take your pick ) and i’m here with my  beautiful , sad son elliott. i’m so excited to be here , and to be writing with you all !! i'm going to make up a stats page for him in a bit , as well as a list of some wanted connections , but if you’re interested in plotting , just go ahead and give this post a lil like !!

⤥ have you seen ELLIOTT GALLAGHER? the TWENTY - THREE year old CISMALE that looks a lot like HARRY STYLES? it’s always hard to catch the FERVOR since they work as a MUSICIAN; no wonder ELLIOTT is said to be RECKLESS & CAPRICIOUS, but my mate insists they can be quite COMPASSIONATE & CHARMING on a better day. do you think it’s true HE GREW UP HERE? wait, i think i hear LET IT GO by JAMES BAY - they must be nearby.