#wiingcd

“...Um, Elliot?”

The Ex-Human was nervous to say what he was about to say. He felt like every time he talked to the other he was annoying him. Although, that’s how he felt talking to anyone these days.

Elliot,

You’ll probably find this silly. I mean, how couldn’t you? You’ve been around for centuries, and I’ve barely been alive over two decades. It’s funny how that works. You’ve probably seen dozens of things like this before. I honestly don’t know why I’m doing this. Why I’m writing my thoughts down. I don’t even know if I’ll be giving this to you. If I am, then, well, surprise, I guess? I don’t know. 

I think I’m just clearing my mind more than anything else. I’ve been thinking. I’ve been thinking so much recently, and before you get that frown on your face, don’t worry, it isn’t anything bad. I’ve just been thinking about, well, things. You, me, how our lives are gonna be, when Bella will stop trying to kill me. So on and so forth. 

I think the main thing that has been nagging at me has been how lucky I am. I’m so lucky that you decided to let me into your life. You let me stay with you, you took care of me when I was injured, you’ve consoled me. You’ve given me a second family. Everything you’ve done for me is so foreign to me. I don’t know what I did or what I went through to deserve this. 

What I did to deserve you. 

I know, I know. I sound pathetic and cheesy, and you’re probably gonna say “I’m not that great” or “Shut up you’re the one for me” or something like that. And don’t get all grumpy because I called you out on it. 

It’s weird, this feeling of security. You know what my life growing up was and how I never really had a routine or home. Well, no, I suppose you could say my routine was moving, but that’s not a very good one, is it? The fact that I can call you on the phone and say “I’m going home.” or “I’m at home” is weird. I have a stable place to call home. I have my own home with you. I never used that word when I was growing up. It was always “I’ll be going to the house.” or “I’ll see you when you get back here.” I never used the word home. It was an alien concept, but, you gave me a sense of it. You let me feel what that was like for the first time in my life. I know it is really trivial, but, you have no idea how much that means to me. 

I think I’m saying all of this because I am so bad at expressing it to you. I know I often come off as crass or belligerent. I argue with you, I defy you even if I know you’re right (which you often are). I just wanted you to know how thankful I am for you. For you to let me into your home, your life. To feel like I have a home with people there is one of the best feelings in the world. It’s indescribable. 

I don’t know where our lives will be going in the future. I don’t know if I’m just a fleeting moment in yours, but, I just wanted you to know that you’ve had so much of an impact in mine. You’ve changed it. You’ve changed it for the better. 

I don’t want to cut this short, but you’re calling me to the kitchen. Probably because I made brownies even though you’ve banished me from the sugar. I’ll go in, you’ll scold me, I’ll kiss you, we’ll laugh, and we’ll clean the mess up.  I like this. I like my life with you. I want to stay this way with you forever. 

Ah, you’re really whining now. I have to go. 

I love you.

@wiingcd

It had just been one of those mornings where everything had seemed to go wrong. First, during her morning run, Izzy had fallen down and injured her wrist, then upon returning home she’d found it nearly impossible to find her keys, making her a good ten minutes late for work. Then she’d found her favorite jacket chewed on, most likely by Lucy, her dog. After borrowing one from her roommate’s closet and now donning a wrist brace, she’d made her way out the door and finally arrived at work. 

The shop was packed and as soon as she stepped through the door, Izzy caught a rather nasty look from her boss who was working her spot at the register. Frowning slightly, the brunette made her way over and took over her job, muttering a small apology which her boss merely waved off. She served a couple of customers their drinks and was just finishing storing their payment when a deep voice met her ears. Something about the voice made her look up and when she did she froze. He was absolutely... Well there wasn’t really a word for it but he definitely made Izzy feel like she was a giddy school girl again.

Send in “♩” for 3-5 songs I feel describes your muse - accepting - { x }

Song: Watch Over You.Artist: Alter Bridge.

    THIS IS REALLY SELF-EXPLANATORY, AND IT KINDA HURTS, KINDA     MATCHES, I DUNNO I HAD A FEELING???

Song: I’m Not Okay (I Promise).Artist: My Chemical Romance.

    You can’t tell me Elliot never had a friend he tried to keep safe and express    his love for, but the stubborn mofo wouldn’t get off the cynical shit train

                     (*side eyes rosie tbh*)

Song: How Did You Love.Artist: Shinedown.

       ( I’m going to get detailed on this mofo specifically because       this is one of my favorite songs tbh )

    HONESTLY, the more and more I listen to this song, I can’t help but hear it     as Elliot’s words. Heavily considering the fact he’s an angelic being with     a fuckton of experience under his belt, I feel that this song - it’s lyrics -    speak his own insight towards the world after all that he has seen and felt,    and what life truly narrows down to in the end.

Song: Don’t Stop Believin’.Artist: Journey