#mothheart

Despite being much smaller than him, she was very strong. She pulled him by the hand and led him to the living room, as if he didn’t know where it was. She threw the pillow and blanket onto the couch and let go of his hand. Absentmindedly, she gave him a big hug as thanks, before pulling away quickly.pent time with the others up in the presidential suite, only making an appearance for food or to attend meetings with the gang.

It had only been a few months since he had come to live at the Lucky 38, but Summer felt like he didn’t even live there sometimes. Elysio was still ever so elusive, rarely ever actually in his room. Summer thought about asking him where he goes but always decided against it. She was scared that he would tell her that he was scouting for new places to live. She knew him leaving would make everyone happy, especially Arcade and Boone, but something inside her wanted him to stay. Perhaps forever. Summer pushed the thought from her mind as soon as it arrived. She didn’t have time to entertain such thoughts.

It was almost midnight now, the static from the radio in the other room crackling as another song started. Summer needed the ambience when she was alone, the silence was borderline suffocating to her. The less than a handful of times where she was at the Lucky 38 alone for the night were always hard for her. Along with the radio, she kept the lights on as well. Getting shitty sleep was a small price to pay to feel a little less alone, a little less scared. The slightest bump in the night would have her in tears. Sure, she could take her blanket and pillow to go sleep on the couch in the penthouse, but she didn’t want House to think she was some child that needed coddling. And there was no way she could sleep on the casino floor without Elysio inquiring as to why she was down there.

She fiddled with a loose thread on her blanket deep in thought when she heard the elevator ding, signaling someone's arrival. Summer jumped off her bed, a smile on her face, racing to greet whomever was home. Maybe it was Arcade, he vaguely knew of Summer’s dislike of being alone at night. She rocked back and forth on her feet, hands clasped behind her back, waiting eagerly for whoever it was. Just the thought of someone else being in the suite with her had almost melted away all of her worries. The elevator doors opened to reveal Elysio in his pajamas, who immediately looked at Summer with vague surprise on his face.

“Oh! Elysio!” Summer sheepishly straightened her posture, her face heating up in embarrassment. “Whatcha doin’ up so late? Midnight snack?” Summer moved out of the way so he could exit the elevator. He simply nodded before turning towards the kitchen. Summer silently groaned as she hung her head. She still hadn’t mastered the language of Elysio, much to her chagrin. She slowly made her way to the doorway of the kitchen and dining room and peeked in. Elysio was preparing a sandwich, he had to hunch over quite a bit due to the counters being very short. Were pre-war people super short or something?

Elysio turned and grabbed his food and headed to the table to eat. He could feel Summer’s eyes on him as he sat down but chose to ignore her. Summer, ever so casually, waltzed into the kitchen and over to the fridge, grabbing a nuka cola. Popping the cap off and setting it on the counter, Summer walked over and sat down at the head of the table, two seats away from Elysio’s right. She took a sip before setting the bottle down, looking down at her hands.

Summer rarely felt anxious when wanting to make conversation, it was something she was a pro at. But something about Elysio threw her off her balance, made her question herself. Sure, just months ago he had arrived in the Mojave hellbent on killing her, but that was the past, this was now. She stole glances at him as he ate, being on his right side meant he wouldn't be able to tell, due to his right eye (or lack thereof) being covered by an eyepatch.

Elysio was almost finished with his food, which meant Summer would be alone again once more. She pouted in her seat as she took another sip of her drink. She felt stupid, to say the least. She was grown, she shouldn’t need to have someone near her at all times to feel comfortable and secure. But here she was, almost in tears again.

Sniffling, Summer downed the rest of the Nuka Cola and tossed the bottle into the trash before sulking to her room, cracking the door just a bit. She sat down on her bed and pulled her pillow to her chest, burying her face. She was sure Elysio would just carry on his way and head back to his room, or wherever he would go in the middle of the night. Maybe once he was gone she could just wear herself out from crying. She squeezed her pillow in an attempt to ward off the tears when she heard Elysio walking out of the kitchen.

Summer prayed he wouldn’t even glance in her room, she wasn’t in the mood to have to pretend she wasn’t just crying into her pillow like a child. She heard him by the elevator and her heart sank, if only she had the courage to ask him to stay up here tonight. She lifted her tear stained cheeks to look up towards the door when she froze. Elysio stood outside her room, staring in through the ajar door. Neither of them said anything for a moment, Summer too stunned and confused to speak. Elysio continued to stare for a moment longer before speaking.

“Are you okay?” Elysio said in his usual low, monotone voice. He made no attempt to open the door any more, just stood looking through the crack. Summer forced herself out of her stunned state to speak.

“Oh! Y-yeah! Just peachy.” She lied through her teeth. Having only one eye meant he wouldn’t have good depth perception so maybe he wouldn’t be able to tell she had been crying from where he was standing, and he didn’t seem like the type to pry. Summer put on her best fake smile, ignoring how strained she probably looked. Elysio stepped forward and pushed her door open, causing Summer to shrink back a little bit. Great. Just Great. What am I supposed to say to him?

Elysio entered the room and walked up to Summer, arms and hands at his side and he looked down at her. Summer timidly looked up at him, hugging her pillow closer to her. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute, her face was probably super flushed now from crying and being suddenly flustered.

Elysio took his hand and tilted Summer’s chin upwards with his thumb and pointer finger, so she was fully facing him. Summer knitted her eyebrows together in annoyance.

“You have been crying. Why?” He asked, his hand still tilting her head up. Summer knew she should pull away, but her soul was relishing in the physical contact, so she stayed put. His fingers felt rough, but warm. She wanted to lean into his touch so badly, but she still had some sense left.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Elysio. Really. You don’t gotta worry about me.” Summer looked up at him and offered a small smile, hoping it would be enough for him. (It wasn’t) He simply stared at her, as if not being able to move until he heard the truth.

Perhaps it was a mix of how tired and stressed she was and now being very flustered, her facade began to crack as tears filled her eyes, lip quivering. She pulled away from him as she pulled her pillow to her face to cry. She felt so pathetic, she just wanted to crawl under the covers and hide from him. Summer knew he was just staring at her as she cried, which honestly made her feel worse. Why couldn't he just leave already?

Summer heard him step away and she almost sighed in relief when she felt the bed dip to her right. She sniffled a little bit before pulling away from the pillow to look at Elysio. He clearly was unsure of how to comfort someone in distress, let alone Summer in distress. He had his hand up clearly in preparation to give her a comforting pat, but he had gotten lost as to where he should pat, so he simply hovered his hand in between them. Summer looked from his hand, then to him, and then back to his hand.

Elysio finally made a move, and patted the top of her head twice, before resting it on his lap again. Summer couldn’t contain herself, she began to giggle like crazy, using her pillow to muffle herself. Elysio seemed confused, but satisfied. She had stopped crying after all, so it was a win in his book.

“If I tell you what’s wrong, promise not to laugh, okay?” Summer turned to him, serious. Elysio simply nodded. Summer held up her pinky. Elysio looked down at it before furrowing his eyebrows. Summer rolled his eyes and grabbed his hand, wrapping her pinky around his, shaking their hands up and down a few times before releasing him.

“It’s called a pinky promise. If you break it, then it means you’re super untrustworthy.” Summer was stern when she spoke. Elysio nodded once more, unsure what the fuck a pinky had to do with promises. Summer fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke once more.

“I’m… scared of being here… alone. I don’t do well by myself…” Summer looked at her hands as she spoke. “I haven’t been by myself in a long time so I just…”

“You are not alone, I’m downstairs.” Elysio said, a matter of fact. Summer chewed on her cheek in annoyance.

“I mean, like, I am alone in my immediate vicinity.” She wildly gestured around the room with her hand. “There’s no one up in the presidential suite with me.” Elysio nodded, then pondered his next words. Summer felt so small now that her feelings were out in the open.

“I can sleep on the couch in the living room, if you would like.” Elysio looked at her intently. She would have preferred if he slept on the couch in her bedroom, but it was currently in use by the thirty seven teddy bears and fifteen dinky dinos. Summer felt herself light up, almost jumping into his lap to hug him, but she refrained.

“Oh, would you?! Yes, that would make me feel so much better!” She quickly stood and practically ran to one of her wardrobes to grab an extra blanket and pillow for him to use. She tucked them under her arm as she went to grab his hand.

Despite being much smaller than him, she was very strong. She pulled him by the hand and led him to the living room, as if he didn’t know where it was. She threw the pillow and blanket onto the couch and let go of his hand. Absent-mindedly, she gave him a big hug as thanks, before pulling away quickly.

“Do you need anything else?” Summer clasped her hands in front of her, waiting for her next task. Elysio looked around and shook his head. He picked up a book off the end table and sat down onto the couch, opening it up to the first page.

“I am capable of getting what I need. But thank you. Goodnight, Summer.” Elysio began to read as Summer stood there. She murmured her ‘goodnight’ before practically skipping back to her room. She turned off all the lights except for the hall light before cracking her door and getting into bed. She must have been more tired than she realized as she quickly fell asleep.

Summer awoke with a jolt, whatever nightmare she had been having causing her to wake. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before sleepily looking around. The clock read that it was almost three in the morning. Summer thought about going to wake Arcade for comfort when she remembered that no one was home, besides for Elysio on the couch in the next room. Summer anxiously stood, legs wobbly. Maybe just seeing that Elysio was still here would help put her mind at ease.

Quietly padding into the now dark hallway, faint light could be seen coming from the living room. Summer stood in the doorway to see the only light that was on was coming from the almost silent radio. Summer squinted her eyes and was able to make out Elysio’s sleeping form on the couch.

Elysio had fallen asleep while reading, book still in hand. Summer quietly tip-toed over to him and lightly grabbed the book from his hand, setting it back onto the end table. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim room and she looked at Elysio’s face. He was a very handsome guy, but when he was sleeping, he looked like an angel. Only when he slept did he truly look at peace. Summer felt a pang of guilt surge through her.

Summer began to back away to head back to her room when she suddenly heard thunder. Jumping three feet in the air, Summer decided that going back to her room was a fool's errand. Eyeing the other unoccupied part of the couch, Summer grabbed the unused blanket off of the lounge chair and curled up on the couch carefully so as not to disturb Elysio. She snuggled into the pillow and attempted to try to fall back asleep when another clap of thunder roared outside. Summer squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the blanket over her head.

She began to feel Elysio shift, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset that she was out here with him. He mumbled something, clearly still asleep, before sandwiching his way in between Summer and the couch. Summer’s eyes shot open as she removed the blanket from her head, slowly looking behind her, coming face to face with Elysio. He continued to shift a bit before throwing an arm around Summer’s waist, pulling her close as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, before sighing softly.

👅 - Oral sex. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

Elysio prefers to receive! but he certainly enjoys giving as well :3

Carlyle looooveeessss giving, theyre is one of those people that can get off by giving lol

💋 - Do they prefer casual sex or relationship sex?

Elysio def perfers relationship sex, he isnt much for casual hook ups. he views sex as super intimate and doesnt like being vulnerable like that with just anyone

Carlyle loves both, but casual sex will always be his favorite. he likes the thrill of having random encounters

3️⃣ - Pick 2 characters to join them in a threeway, and explain why you picked these two.

I dont think Elysio would be into threesomes tbh 😭but if he was to participate in one, i think he would most likely be the 3rd. i dont think he could be in one with summer (in the main timeline where theyre together) but in the alt timeline where hes with Arcade, then maybe those two and another? sorry skdsdkjds

Carlyle would loooveeee to be in one with Summer and Sunny Smiles lol he thinks theyre both beautiful. But also Summer and some guy would work too lol.

🍆 - Do they prefer rough or gentle sex?

Elysio prefers gentle and sweet sex most of the time, but isnt above the combining of the two.