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eli is from the darkest timeline (skittish) wrote in pandorarpg,

She slapped him and the world seemed to stop. All thoughts from his head skidding to a stop. That was new. New and not at all something he wanted. "Samara," he said. His voice held a sort of reverence like what was happening between them finally mattered to him. Eli bit his tongue not voicing his obvious statement that he hadn't said a single untrue thing. But that Eli, he seldom outright lied, it was more a careful game of withholding the truth.

Eli pushed himself back onto his feet. He stepped toward her, as if to hold to, but hesitated unsure if she wanted to be touched. "Samara," he repeated not having any other words at the moment. This was new and strange ground for them. Eli didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. And when it came to that there was really only one option for him to take. Ask. "What is happening right now? I'm here, I recognize it, but where does it lead?"