InsaneJournal

Who: Elodin & Thomas Raith
What: Match up!
Where: Everywhere
When: Anytime
Warnings | Status: None | in progress


He watched the man. No. He wasn't a man, he was something other and inexplicable in that way. Something strange but not beyond the likes of most things Elodin had seen. Not the strangest. So he watched him, from the corner of the coffee house nearest the window. He chose the far corner window seat because the window opened and the air could touch his face instead of whisper by on the outside. He'd never abide that in a million years. Never again. He chose to watch the people watching the man because everyone else was following him. It wasn't so obvious in some of them, but there were constant glances his way as if people's eyes should naturally be drawn to him.

Elodin didn't understand.

Well he did, in a way that his sleeping mind knew and his waking mind did not. It was whispered in the shape of the man's Name. It was whispered in the color of it, the feel of it, and burdened by the weight of it. Elodin watched him, and the weight of his gaze was like a mountain.

"Thomas," Elodin said. Not loudly. Not deeply. Not shouting. He said it evenly as if Thomas was sitting across from him and they were sharing coffee and a bowl of grapes. No, the only change was the resonance of Elodin's voice, because when he spoke he left no room for any other sound. Naturally those nearest him stirred and settled, as if they were leaves blown by a gentle wind.