ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜ.

I ADMIRE U FOR KEEPING MY SHITPOST AB ELDON BEING A LEFT DICK KINDA GUY AS THE TOP POST ON UR BLOG

Is eldon still a left dick kinda guy

“el, this is the third cornfield this month.” you get it, he wants to be abducted, but this is dramatic. “i get that you don’t wanna do your school stuff, this is just a bit much.” not to mention inconvenient. picking eldon up from random cornfields is hard when you don’t have a car. luckily, though, you’ve got an imp. you glance behind you, though in the dark of night you barely see him. a gentle red glow emanates from his eyes, the rest of what you can see no longer looking like the man you know. no, he’s fully transformed, in perfect shape to carry two teenagers from a cornfield to wherever it is they’re staying for the night. “just ‘cause you’re friends with a flying demon doesn’t mean he’s free travel.” then again, would he ever say no? you doubt it. ash just likes to spend time with you guys, a burger is all he asks in return. like refilling the gas of a car when you borrow it, you just gotta keep him running.

       “if i get abducted, i don’t have to study for all those exams i have coming up. and i won’t need to apply to university. and maybe i’ll be some kind of god to them, yeah? you never know,” eldon shrugs, shining his phone in front of him to examine the ground for a moment. no crop circles or signs of extraterrestrial life, but that’s okay. okay because he’s used to it, but okay because it gives him something to focus on other than life.

it sure was a meme | @feltstrange

       when you cut your ties with most people and have no friends, you get used to the not caring; the almost dying and knowing it wouldn’t have made much of a difference if you hadn’t made it out. eldon’s gotten used to it over the years even if sometimes he wishes he hasn’t, and maybe he should’ve lied to avoid this because he’s not sure if the sudden concern is terrifying or comforting in a way that’s been foreign for years.

      the absence of a cat by his side and his own gaze wounded as he narrowly misses ben’s stare only reminds him that now he has something, whatever it is, and it makes the concept of dying scary in a way it wasn’t pre-ben. eldon shuffles closer, allowing a hand to curl around ben’s and trying to keep his voice steady as he speaks. his words are soft but it doesn’t mask his fear, or worry.

h.k lyrics | @roostertoothsters

       joel belongs to a crew far more dangerous and well-known for eldon to have been too comfortable with him at first, but he’s nice, despite it all. and, his reputation makes him out to be much worse than he actually is; still, he has blood on his hands, something about that makes the friendliness a bit harder to swallow. 

h.k lyrics | @feltstrange

       it’s been a slow winter, the afternoon sun bright but soft, and eldon’s not all that used to anything other than the californian seasons he grew up with. it’s the kind of weather eldon would describe as somewhere between ‘freezing’ and ‘comfortable’, and maybe it’s not as cold as the below temperatures ben knows but the air’s got a certain chill to it. or, he’s sitting on the couch wearing one of ben’s jumpers and a pair of worn pyjama pants, and, even then, it’s cold enough to warrant a shiver.

       still, ben’s shirt is a little baggy on him and his hair is a mess, and it’s cold but nice. cold enough to be close unlike the too-warm summers’, and nice like eldon’s only half focused on his phone, thoughts too occupied with running a hand through ben’s bed-hair, and kissing, and more kissing. ben sitting on the other side of the couch is almost too distracting for eldon to be able to think about anything else; all freckles and soft hair, and the curl of a smile on his lips.