eli rosier

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‘his eyes are like the ocean, y’know? vast and endless, full of mysteries. so much of his life is a mystery to me. how old is he? how old was he when he died? well, i know that, actually. i love how he swings his hips when he walks. 

i love the way he smells, like... peaches, all of the fucking time. where does this boy find peaches? does he rub them all over his body? delicious, i wonder if i were to lick his cheek it’d taste like peaches. 

he’s got really pretty lips. they’re full, they’re juicy too. like... shiny, and... his fangs are out when he’s a little agitated, they hang onto his lips. the tension in them fuck, trust me i know i shouldn’t be looking. when he licks them with his tongue, it... uh, does things to me. 

he’s got really soft hands, they’re not small and they just fit right in mine. his fingers and mine, like... how who knew the spaces between your fingers were just made to perfectly fit anothers? that’s our hands. 

his hair is... floofy. like it’s a little long and it’s such a sweet shade of brown, it’s shiny and soft. it looks like he just woke up, but made it like better. i don’t know. he’s never fussing with it, so many people fuss with their hair. i think i do, but he never needs to, it’s just perfect. 

his nose is a perfect little button. it’s so symmetrical, not one bit out of place. the way he scrunches it! oh boy, his nose face scrunches but his little nose, it’s like it’s dancing. it’s really really cute, i’m pretty sure it isn’t real. 

all of zachariah milkovich is unreal, in all honesty, is perfection. like he’s got flaws, he’s a little annoying, sometimes he kills people or runs away from your life. sometimes he gets a little nippy, but he’s perfect too. he’s just... perfect, y’know?’

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‘i like that he’s always there for me when i need him around. he’s the father figure i never had.’

zach sighed in relief, feeling so exhausted from trying to get eli to see he mattered to him. what was eli’s deal with that anyway? he didn’t seem to believe it until now, and even now he might just be saying it to get zach off his back. “and don’t you forget it. yeah, friends.” he smiled softly at eli and felt a weight off his chest that had been giving him dread this entire week. he whimpered softly in relief and scooted closer to lean his side against eli’s, wanting to be closer to him. “is it okay if i’m this close? i’m sorry if i’m cold. i know it must not be the most ideal for someone else to be close to you.” 

zach sighed and wanted to cuddle him? he couldn’t imagine whatever eli thought about himself. it was so sad and all zach wanted to do was hold him and reassure him he was absolutely worth being cared for. “we’re friends now. you really do mean so much to me, darling. i’m not… leaving you this time, unless you want me to.” when eli scooted closer, zach rested his head on his shoulder. “no, i’m not going away.” he sighed in relief, because even if they clearly got along enough at some point to sleep together, before that, eli seemed like he hated him. “i’m really glad you don’t hate me.” he sighed out slowly and smiled sadly. “i’m not an angel. please don’t call me that. no—” he lifted his head up and looked up at eli, feeling like crying. fucking again. why was he crying so much this week? it’s been hell. “you didn’t let me down, stop. stop. please, you didn’t. you’re so hard on yourself.”

“we’re gonna need to find a new place to meet up, then. i really don’t want you to come here where it’s dangerous.” zach reached down and carefully took eli’s hand in his, not threading their fingers, but holding it all the same and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “i don’t wanna be away from you either. i’d like to see you more. like friends do.. and just… be with you. that’d be nice. ‘cause i like this a lot, too. fuck, i’m so sorry i’m cold.”

eli felt strangely calm now with him, as if just being in his presence made all of his woes disappear. zach was his escape, everytime his world was crumbling, he wanted zach. now that he had him again, there wasn’t a chance he wanted to let go. he didn’t know how this would work, if jeremy would hate him or if they could work this out. ‘shush, don’t. it’s ideal.’ eli shook his head, leaning in even closer to zach, his stomach fluttering as he turned to look down at the boy. ‘you’re not cold, i like being this close.’ he whispered, not wanting the world, the trees, the air, nothing, to know his secrets. they were his secrets with zach and they weren’t for anyone else’s ears. 

‘no, gods no. don’t leave me.’ eli closed his eyes,  not even wanting to imagine the level of loneliness he’d feel to lose him again. his arm very slowly draped around zach’s body, turning his own to just face him better. ‘it’s okay if you don’t want me to say it, but know that i will always think of you as one. wishes are stupid, but i wish i’d found you sooner. but we found each other now and i don’t care what you’ve done. that has to mean something, because i care about every little thing. i’ll stop being friends with someone if they looked at my dog weird, i’d punch someone for ripping leaves from a tree. but you? nothing matters because it’s you, zach. i’m sorry, i just need to say it. i don’t talk a lot, i’m not sincere or genuine ever. but with you, it’s so fucking different. that sounds fucking insane because i’ve barely even seen you. but whatever happened, it changed us.’ 

“Never,” she grinned, taking his arms in hers before pulling him up closer to her. “Well I’ll gladly take one on the cheek or is that too much for your ego to do,” she joked, elbowing him as they continued to walk. “You know, I still stand by that rule that if we’re thirty we just move in together. No strings attached. I just get lonely”

It had been hazy in his mind when he woke up that morning. His head still pounding from the drinks he had the night before. Oakley had woken up with Mina, tangled in their sheets together, which didn’t make a ton of sense to him considering she was still very hurt, but maybe that’s all that had happened. He had been having restless sleeps as of late. He left Mina’s cabin and made his way over to his that had been collecting dust ever since he and Mina had been together. Oakley had been in there for maybe a few minutes before he heard the pounding on his door. He opened it to a frantic Eli and couldn’t help but chuckle at how he had been reacting. “Eli, seriously calm down. It’s probably just the wind,” he suggested before moving past him silently agreeing to check out the noise anyways. “Tell me what you heard? Did it sound heavy or like someone is trying to sneak on?”

Her mother and father had taught her from a young age that every single person that walked through the front door of their apothecary, and Lilianna had made sure to carry on with that very same adage ever since she had taken over as both the main healer and shop operator. It would have been disrespectful for her to do anything otherwise, and she wanted her poor mama’s legacy to live on in peace. So, she waited patiently, delicate dark brows arched expectantly on her china doll face, as the dark-haired man standing in front of the counter began to state his reason for visiting her apothecary, and she felt her eyes widen pleasantly with curiosity when he finally finished speaking. A dog. She had never treated one before - it was only her pet piglet, Mei Mei, that she had ever had to practice veterinary medicine on - but she was always searching for a new challenge, a new set of skills to learn and explore upon, and…well, the poor man had come to her for help, and that meant that it was her responsibility to provide him with it. “Is he here? Did you bring him with you?” she asked lightly, standing on the tips of her toes to look over his shoulder through the front window; perhaps the sweet pup was waiting outside for its owner. Either way, she stepped out from behind the front counter and past the man she was speaking to, reaching up to sort through some of the vials and containers on the nearby shelf. “I have plenty of remedies for nausea - most of which are ginger-based, which is already an ingredient that’s very good for dogs. Tumeric as well, which I believe is also safe for your furry little friend. What would really help is if I was able to examine him - could you bring him to me?”

“Alright, Eliot, I won’t call you that anymore,” she hummed, watching him get things done, “it’s beautiful, you did an amazing job, come on I’m bored,” she groaned, giving him the best puppy dog stare she could muster up. “I don’t know, get some ale, talk about good times, find you someone to settle down with”

It was beautifully warm and sunny outside, and after finishing yet another round of grocery shopping in the marketplace, Melody was drawn towards the shimmering blue of the ocean and the way the light was sparkling off of its lightly-tumbling waves. Her younger siblings were expecting her at any moment, of course, and she would never forgive herself if she was late to prepare their supper, but - rarely ever did she allow herself an ounce of time solely with her own interests at heart, and she figured that there was no harm in admiring the sea for just a few minutes. She had glamoured her wings, after all, just as she did every time she paid a visit to her family - her father couldn’t stand the sight of her pure white and feathered wings; they reminded him too much of her mother, especially when he had been drinking, and…well. Melody most certainly didn’t need to do anything to aggravate him further. With a soft, content smile on her full rosy lips, she watched the way the waves came rushing lightly to the shore, and was just about to head back towards the village when the sound of someone calling out for help took her by surprise. Instantly, her warm, velvet brown eyes were widening and her brows were furrowing together in concern; she gingerly set down her paper bag filled with produce in favor of fluttering gracefully towards the person pleading for assistance–a dark-haired young man with soap in his eyes. “Oh - yes! Of course! Just stay still, please,” Melody insisted breathlessly, and had to remind herself that her wings were hidden and she couldn’t take flight to reach him faster - still, she was able to grab for the dry rag he was asking for, and she handed it to him hastily. “Do you need anything else? Freshwater to flush out the soap? And…anything that might be lingering in that not so clean looking cloth I just handed you?” 

Greyson bitterly looked at the pirate scum before. Fortunately, the two have never met unless or at least Greyson didn’t think they’ve met. “Thanks to the Gods, I’ve never had the displeasure of encountering you but I have met your kind.” He replied in a cold tone. “Nothing more than parasites that plague the sea.”   

“you act like it’s that much more useless than a navigator. like yes… i can navigate on land but not half as well when we’re on water.” she took his arm, a large grin etched upon her face. “oh dear… seems you’re going to have to buy if it’s that terrible.”

“well, sure, yeah, that too. time.” saphira had said the same thing about giving it time. although, the time seemed to be the worst of it. they had lost time, and then there was what seemed, at the time, unending suffering through time where he was certain he had lost eli entirely. maybe he never did. he glanced down at his own hands and then at eli’s, remembering they had been wrapped around his larger frame. spooning. he fucking spooned. he’d never spooned in his life. he’d thought about those first few seconds of waking up to jeremy’s shouting, full of confusion and exhaustion but so much warmth and comfort. he missed it so much.

“well, good,” zach said, smiling softly at eli. “i’m glad, too. i’d like to remember if we’d ever done that, too. so. oh god, jeremy,” zach groaned at the thought. “it’d be very weird, yeah.” he laughed sadly, too, and it faded away quickly. he was nervous for eli’s judgment, feeling like this was his day of reckoning. “that’s the thing,” zach said with a sigh. “your place in all of this… is nowhere. or, it shouldn’t be anywhere. but since he’s your best friend and we’re… friends, maybe, with a history, it does put you in a position that can be seen as… really bothersome and awkward.” but zach gaped at him and looked as if he’d been punched. “why would you say you’re nothing to me? have you not been listening to what i’ve been saying to you? ever?” he felt a bit wounded, and upset. because technically, they were nothing. they never said they were friends and last he technically remembered, they’d gotten into an argument. “friends, eli. please let us be friends. don’t complicate things.” his voice sounded tired and distressed and he held his head in his hands. “oh my god, stop, stop, stop! with your obsession of us fucking for a moment.it’s the least of our worries.” he looked up at him and pouted. “you’re bodacious. but i just want to be friends. reconnect. you matter because i’ve cared about from the first. no matter what you believe, i have always cared for you. even after not seeing you for the past twenty years i hold no ill will toward you and am so driven to protect your dumb ass because you continue to come into this part of the wilde wood and i think i’d go insane if i saw you hurt or worse. please don’t… ask me questions about why we’re feeling the way we feel or are doing what we’re doing. i don’t know anymore than you do. but what i do know is that i care about you and maybe if you care about me, we can start from there and see how it goes. this doesn’t have to be complicated. all i cared about most of all since i left the fucking ship was you hating me and never wanting to talk to me again. i’m… fucking elated that you’re here and we’re sorting things out. i don’t care about all the why’s and how’s. i don’t think we’ll ever find out. but we feel this way and we can be friends, i think, if it please you.”

eli’d never been held like he’d been with zach. if anything eli thought he’d be holding someone, but no. he liked zach hold him, fuck he wished he would hold him now. ‘i mean... not nothing, but in the grand scheme of things. i don’t know, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean it like that. i mean something to you, as you do to me. friends.’ he repeated softly, wondering how he’d manage to be friends with zach and jeremy. when zach had killed jeremy’s parents and just... as zach said, as everyone had been telling him, it wasn’t his place. not his place to judge someone for something that just didn’t happen to him. 

zach felt so stupid getting so worked up over a guy he… well, he barely knew. if he thought of it, he barely knew eli. they had history, but eli wasn’t five years old anymore. he was an entirely different person, and from what he could remember, eli was holding a grudge against him because he’d somehow abandoned him. but no, they… had to be okay. why else would zach be in eli’s bed like that? it didn’t make sense and he couldn’t stop thinking about how everything had gone down, but fuck he was happy eli came to talk to him. zach didn’t want to step on any toes, but he desperately wanted to talk to eli, too. “no. i don’t care for the city much. but i wanted to talk to you, too… but… i was afraid you didn’t want to talk to me.” he met eli’s eyes, hugging his knees to his chest and looking still so incredibly forlorn. 

eli’s question brought a small smile to his face, though he looked surprisedly at him to know eli’s never kissed or fucked anyone. he found it hard to believe, even looked at him skeptically before shaking his head. “i don’t think so. i thought about this, too. i didn’t feel sore. don’t know about you, of course, so if you felt sore then i might’ve fucked you, but… other evidence says no. i had all my clothes on and so did you. it’s usually a fair sign we didn’t do anything. plus… i don’t know why we would…? not that you’re not sinfully gorgeous, but…” he shrugged. “if you’ve never done anything, and even if we did put aside any problems we had with each other, i don’t see why i would rush things with you. you know you mean a lot to me, even if… maybe you don’t believe it. you do. and i know myself. it doesn’t seem like something i’d do and it doesn’t seem like anything happened. but even so, i can’t remember either. don’t know. i’ve lost… days. but i feel like i miss whatever i lost. it’s eating away at me.”

zach sighed and rested his chin on his knees. “well, i already told you why i couldn’t see you anymore. adults can’t be friends with children. it’s not okay. but it didn’t mean i didn’t care about you. i can’t do anything about the past now, it’s been done. and… about your friend’s parents? i killed them a year ago. in order for them to make money they would offer themselves to be fed on. but… there was paranoia. still is, maybe. with this war, you know? my guardian told me to kill them. they could betray us, or maybe they already did. and that’s why i was looking in the apartment a year later because my guardian was still paranoid. i was there to ease his mind. and in that time, i found out that the talviste couple… had a son. and then, like magic, he appeared. and i understood exactly what this boy was going through and… knew every bit of it was too late, so i… wasn’t nice. i’m not nice. i don’t apologize. i don’t… regret things. it makes me weak. and i know it wouldn’t have mattered because… it wouldn’t have mattered for me, either, if every single townperson that killed my parents apologized sincerely. i get it okay? but you know, these things aren’t black and white. and it’s just a lot more complicated than even what i just said. so that’s what happened.”

‘i might not have talked to you. i needed the time, it’s a confusing and tense scenario, anyhow. i’m here now. i wasn’t just going to forget about you.’ eli said softly, looking down at his hands and really missing that feeling. even missing the feeling when he woke up to zach’s arms around him, these were good feelings but everything that followed them wasn’t. ‘no, um. no soreness. no, no, i’m happy. glad. i’d hate to lose my first time. the memories of it i mean, and especially with jeremy in the room? that’s weird. we’re not that close.’ he laughed so softly but it was a sad laugh, masking the worry in his tone. 

“Or I can stand here and laugh,” she mused, unable to stop the shit eating grin that was forming before she grabbed a nearby rag and tossed it to him. “You owe me on, Eliot, I’m being nice today but tomorrow may be a different story” she smirked, walking forward. “What are you doing, anyways? We can do this tomorrow”

zach was having a really terrible week. his guardian and his husband were ruthless, therefore making him not want to be home as much as possible. he hated that his guardian had him wrapped around his finger, had such a hold on him. but he always did what guardian said. he should be grateful to the asshole, right? who knows if zach would be alive if it wasn’t for guardian anyway. but fuck, he couldn’t stand being home this week. he was suffering, and they were the worst if he was torn down emotionally.

he couldn’t stop thinking about the morning he’d woken up on the pirate ship with eli to remy screaming and threatening to use a sword on him. he woke up feeling so content, full, alive, and it’d faded as fast as it had come. he couldn’t believe the truth had gotten out the way it had. he couldn’t believe he had lost eli… after losing him already and somehow getting him back. he didn’t even remember how he got eli back. the last time he properly remembered speaking to him, eli had made it clear how angry he was at him. 

zach was against the base of a tree when eli found him. he couldn’t believe it. he recognized the scent of his blood first, and then raised his head with soft eyes, but fuck he was nervous. the look on eli’s face wasn’t one of hatred or anger, which only made zach carefully relax. he listened, blinking softly, and bit his lip before nodding. “okay, eli.” he exhaled slowly and smiled sadly. “sit with me. talk to me. i don’t like that you’re in here, but… that’s never stopped you from coming here before. why would today be any different?” he didn’t say it unkindly. in fact, zach even smiled and tilted his head. “i appreciate you coming to talk to me, by the way. ask, sweet prince.” he said, using a nickname he’d given eli all those years ago.

eli didn’t know where the butterflies in his stomach came from, just from the sight of zach. but right now, they helped him not feel so lonely, surprisingly sure about coming here. even if it could be considered going behind his best friend’s back, but to spring this information on him was ridiculous and eli was just trying to make sense of it. eli sat down beside zach without a question, not close but not far away either. he would’ve offered a hand of support to the man if he knew where they stood, what they were or just about anything in between. ‘i did stop, for a week. anyway. you don’t come to the city, and i had to talk to you. i had to.’ he repeated with a sigh, turning to look into zach’s eyes for any signs of lies.