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Erebos ([info]the__dark__one) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-06 19:23:00

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Entry tags:erebos, eris, morpheus

CHALLENGING [Dov, then Charlie]
WHO: Elias + Dov + Charlie (later)
WHAT: Integration
WHERE: Elias' Apartment #202
WHEN: 5:31 p.m., Tuesday, September 5th


It was an odd thing to wrap up at the office and then be responsible for the well-being of another person. Elias hadn't needed to hurry home in some time, and his eating habits were so solitary that it was difficult for him to consider "normal" dinner times without putting effort into it. But effort he did put into it now, since that kid at his apartment would likely starve if he didn't make dinner.

That was why he'd been adhering to a set schedule. Come 4:45, Elias was shutting down his systems and wrapping up email correspondence. 5:00 meant that he was exiting the building, and today he went by the market directly afterward. When he opened the door to his apartment, it was with an arm full of groceries.

"Salmon or chicken?" he called, as he toed the door closed behind him and headed into the kitchen.

The day after he met Dov and subsequently gave him the couch to crash on, Elias purchased long swaths of opaque material from the fabric store and tacked it up on the ceiling to partition the living room from the entry way and the kitchen/dining area. It gave them both some privacy.

Typically, Elias would have chosen black for the fabric color, but something made him choose a dark blue instead -- almost midnight in its shade. In his apartment, it still looked black. But Elias knew that it was deep blue. It felt like a secret. When Elias looked over at the partition as he unpacked the groceries, he smiled a short and very secret smile.



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[info]morphinedream
2011-10-03 02:20 am UTC (link)
Dov wasn't quite expecting Elias' question, and he found that he had no idea how to answer it. What was left? He'd never thought of things that way before - but now that he was, it was quite obvious to him that he had a lot less waiting for him in New York than he'd originally thought. Frowning, he took a long sip from his bottle.

"Nothin' much. I mean... I got ma's house to sell, and all our stuff, but other 'n that..." He just shrugged, the weight of the situation really starting to sink in. He had nothing, really. Friends he couldn't trust and no real future in goddamn anything.

"I dunno, man. I guess I got nothin'." He tipped his bottle back again and finished it off. Fuck.

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[info]the__dark__one
2011-10-04 11:33 pm UTC (link)
From the fridge, he pulled two new bottles and opened them quickly. Dov was closer, but Elias still went to Charlie first, trading the empty bottle for the full beer. "Do you have more here?" he asked Dov as neutrally as he'd asked the last question. He considered and then declined to kick Charlie under the table before he left -- as an unsubtle hint to point out that Dov had her at least.

When he traded the empty for the full with Dov, he finally took a seat at the table. Glancing first at the clock, then back to the kids, he decided that they had just a few more minutes before dinner began. If he could somehow manage to convince Dov and Charlie that they should learn more about each other -- and possibly delay Dov's leaving back to New York, then dinner would be almost a celebration.

It was a lot to hope for in 7 minutes and 24 seconds.

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[info]eristic
2011-10-07 01:06 am UTC (link)
It was quite an opportune moment - of course Dov had more here, though Charlie rarely ever had the confidence to say that she was worth much. But with a little alcohol in her, Charlie perhaps was unaware that she was capable of just about anything.

"So yah should stay here. I don't mean here here," she intoned, gesturing to Elias' apartment. "Jus' California. S"better than nothin'." Taking another swig of the liquor, she walked up to the dining room table and put a hand on the backrest of one chair, still facing Dov and Elias in the kitchen.

"I mean, since we're on good terms now, an' I assume that's what we are, ain't no reason for you to leave."

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[info]morphinedream
2011-10-07 05:28 am UTC (link)
Dov fell unusually silent for a moment, biting his bottom lip as he thought. Maybe he did have more here. Opportunity. Something. A fresh start rather than going back to New York and wondering what to do next for the rest of his life. Since he'd graduated he'd been doing... Really, nothing that really meant anything to him.

Fine. Elias won this one. "Yeah. I guess I do." He ran his hand through his shaggy curls again, glancing over at Charlie for a second. He had family here, at least. Well. Family that he was barely on speaking terms with now, but still. Charlie was more family than anybody else he had out in New York.

"Guess you're right. I still gotta like, sell ma's house and everythin' though. And I don't really got the money to get a nice place around here, ya know? I mean I'm guessin' it's not really that cheap even for a shitty place to stay."

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[info]the__dark__one
2011-10-10 05:12 am UTC (link)
Elias kept the smile under lock and key, but his ice-green eyes had taken on a warmth that hadn't been there before. It looked like Charlie was going to be able to keep her brother around after all. This. Was. Good.

"There are services that assist executors with the dissolution and disbursement of estates. It may be easier to handle the final arrangements from here while you look for employment. If you'd like, I can help with the particulars. We should also see what we can do about more permanent living arrangements."

Standing just as the oven buzzer went off, Elias grabbed an oven mitt from a drawer and pulled the chicken out of the oven.

"Dinner first, though," he said as he began assembling their plates. And this time, there was no chance to hold back a grin. This was a good night, indeed.

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