#telepathandenigma

Home is a rather complicated subject for Elias. Were he asked, 9 times out of 10 he’d say he doesn’t have one, but there’s still a part of him that aches for the temple on Coruscant, even if there’s nothing left of the place he grew up in that building anymore. There’s also a part of him that’s grown fond of Tahruun as he’s spent more time there, but it almost feels wrong to lay any claim to it since he left so young and took so long to return only to visit on occasion. Truth be told, if anything, Elias finds home in other people. Real, deep connection to others does not come easily for him, so when it is established he finds comfort and the safety to be vulnerable in the people to whom he is connected rather than any physical location.

“I’ll tear you apart! Every one of you! You’d better pray I never escape!”

“Why the fuck not? Old ladies have got some of the best stuff to steal! Remember the old lady from Titanic? Imagine how much money that fancy necklace could’ve made. Think of all the old ladies that’ll be throwing their valuables into the ocean unless we relinquish them.”

“I’ll have you know I am the besht liquor holderer in all of fae, ‘n no-one carries this boy anyw-” he promptly trips over his shoes and shifts into the form of a ferret on impact with the ground, “I meant to do that. Now I’m cute and fuzzy!”

@telepathandenigma

“How many Goddamn times do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick skull?! You’re one of us.”

“Yes really!” he answers incredulously. “Have you not seen him? He’s literally jacked, but he’s also got this soft quality about him, he has kind eyes...”