ae chae ꒰ @ameeperduee꒱ sent : ⤷ (🚬) My muse catches your muse doing late night smoking.
Elijah had just. . . needed a small break. That's all it was, and that's all he told himself, when lighting up a cigarette he knew damn well he should not be smoking. As a man with asthma, it was like a death sentence waiting to happen really. He knew how bad his lungs could get -- it was the reason he'd quit in the first place. Well. . . that, and his ex had hated it. Now she was not here, was not an influence. Maybe that wasn't the best thing at the moment. It was late. The moon was high in the sky and he was stood just outside his flat. He at least had the mind not to smoke inside. Last thing he needed was his place covered in a layer of it to the point his lungs got even more irritated than he was making them now. Even coughing a few times after the first pass. It was only the clearing of a throat that made him realize he wasn't exactly alone on the street tonight. Startled enough to almost drop his smoke, looking over with wide, dark eyes. Quickly pushing up glasses with his free hand and coughing once more, turned away, before giving his attention to the person making his presence.
"Shit -- I'm sorry I didn't. . . realize anyone else was out this late. Does the smoke bother you? I can put it out if it does. . ." The most he'd spoken to someone else in. . . a long while. Maybe his therapist would be proud of him. So long as he excluded the smoking bit. . .
