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Elliot Ashford (bound_elliot) wrote in bound_rp,

Elliot easily picked up on the hesitance of the brunette to let him see her cry. He understood; no explanation was necessary. He refused to let tears overtake him in public, or anywhere that others could even accidentally take notice. Doing so could be seen as a weakness, a way in to manipulate others – if you can see them at their weakest, it wouldn’t take much to rip them back down to that point later on because it was possible to get there to begin with. When Eve spoke, Elliot nodded along, letting a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders roll through.

“Happens to the best of us. I feel a little obligated to ask if you’re alright, though I can see that you’re rather.. well, not.” He cringed at his own words, unable to hold back the obvious. Way to go, dickweed. You’ve just made an uncomfortable situation worse.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but lips quickly shut together as another individual broke the silence. The boy who hadn’t been too far off had made his way over, attempting to slip by unnoticed; it was Eve who had called out his name, and Elliot was thankful that he now knew just who was toying with magic in public. One of his grandfather’s old lectures started monotonously playing in his skull, and a quick roll of his eyes dismissed that joyride before it could finish.

“Ezra? I know I’ve been gone for a while, but that name is certainly not one that’s been here for long.” He wasn’t trying to be harsh, but coming from his own family, there wasn’t many people that Elliot didn’t at least know of. The Ashford’s typically made it their business to know as many people as they could in the town, especially if they were tied to the craft.