#felliel

Elliel: Why? You’re hot

Fili: What?

Fili: HEY

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     ↳👖: My Muse witnesses your Muse wearing tight jeans / clothing

Ah. It was him again— she didn’t even need to look. He was getting used to letting himself in without knocking, presumably to find his brother. Or at least she never heard him knock.But as soon as she did look, she firstly noticed his clothes— out of fashion. Too 90′s. Or 80′s. Or Something. Ellie had to do a double-take to ensure she hadn’t imagined it, but her eyes stayed glued to him after that second look. Admittedly, the look kind of worked for him. Her eyes scanned up and down a few times in deciding whether she should insult him or give him a back-handed compliment. Tried to avoid glimpsing at his crotch & failed. Damn. Was he planning on impressing somebody? If he usually dressed that way, she never noticed. Maybe he ought to; he didn’t look half bad. If he caught her staring at all, she didn’t care. 

“Doing a James Dean impression?” 

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Elliel was practically dripping with anxiety. She was slouching, her leg bounced to a deaf rhythm, and her nails had been chewed down until a line of dried blood marked her fingertips. She couldn’t think properly. She wasn’t herself, and no doubt looked it.

But the maid nearly flinched when she felt another hand grasp hers. Fili— it had to be, he was sitting next to her. She did not turn to him, but knowing he was there calmed her, and she exhaled a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She kept breathing, hoping her heart would cease it constant drumming, and that her anxiety would ease. Eventually she became a great deal more peaceful, with his help, but her pulse was not so easily convinced, for some reason.