#elderlied

kevin sighs, hands nervously fiddling with the tie before throwing it aside. body sacks, resting on the bed as hands brush hair away from his forehead. “i don’t really like parties. why-- why are we going anyways? i just wanna stay in.” words are whined as he gently elbows the other man as he passes. “can we please just stay in?”

                    ❛            aaand then we made out. a lot.          ❜          /     @elderlied   he’s the worst mormon ever!!!

“ ARNOLD. ” though tones are raised, they border on desperate. he’s tired. “ after seventeen hours on a plane, having our LUGGAGE stolen... oh, oh! don’t forget that the other elders haven’t baptized ANYONE YET. so ... forgive me if i don’t want to talk about lord of the hobbit. i just want to sleep.”

“ he was a phenomenon... he wasn’t human. ”

               he pokes his head gently into arnold and kevin’s shared room, knowing how awfully vacant it must seem now that elder price had left. knuckles knock gently against the door to gain fellow elder’s attention, and connor speaks, voice quiet. “elder cunningham..? what are you still doing awake?”