elijah almost chuckles at how candid the blond is. how easily the vulnerability spills from his lips. like a sugary drink made from real sitrus berry, the confessions spread across the table cloth as the mythos of hero is dispelled. slightly. only slightly.

"it's been as good as my business." he doesn't elaborate much after that. "so. you looking for sausage or what?"

elijah scowls— but that's just his default.

Kazimir Wynter 2/4 (R5)

"like using someone as leverage against you?"

elijah leans forward, elbow and forearm pressed against the lacey tablecloth. he ignores the pastries. as much as he can, that is. the sweet kalosian jams and breads tickle his nostrils.

"you don't have anyone like that now?" he prods. "you're shitting me. liar."

Kazimir Wynter 3/4 (R5)

"sure. your place." elijah cuts his words with bisharp-edge. "not mine."

his eyes slide over to his business card before swinging to infiltrate the blond's.

"my number's on there." the apothecary humphs as the timer ticks down to its final seconds. "we'll make it discreet. don't want the fuckin' paparazzi plastering my face everywhere."

the bell tolls, signaling change.

Kazimir Wynter 4/4 (R5)