Eliot let out another long groan, and continued staring at the faded wallpaper of the kitchen.
"What's wrong, Eel?" Chiwa asked from the counter, where she was stirring some sort of half liquid, half solid miz in a bowl with a wooden spoon. She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder so she couls stare at Eliot's backside.
"I dunno, it looks like rain," Eliot sighed.
Chiwa made a face. "You know, you're staring at a wall. It's actually quite sunny outside. If oyu'd just look out a window...."
"Nope," Eliot said, any emotion that had been left in his voice now gone. "It's goign to rain. I sense it in my bones."
But you don't exactly have bones, Chiwa thought.
"No, but that doesn't mean I can't feel things," Eliot mumbled.
Chiwa frowned, startled. Had he listened into her thoughts, or had she spoken out loud? She wasn't sure any more, not that it made a difference. Either way, he had still heard her, and she felt bad about having such a thought.
"Would pancakes cheer you up?" she asked, lifting the bowl and bringing it over to the table. She set if down before him so he could see the mix. "We could put some blueberries, or strawberries, or banana in them. Chocolate, even, if you'd like."
Eliot continued staring at the wall. Even at the mention of his favorite earthly food he didn't stir.
"Chocolate it is then," she said, turning to go search the cabinets.
There came a scrapign noise behind her; a chair being pushed back. Eliot came up behind her, warmth radiating off his body as if he had just woken up. It was impossible to be that warm unless you had just been sleeping, had a fever, or if you had just walked away from sitting next to a heater. He reached an arm over Chiwa's head and pulled out a bowl.
"I'm fine," he said, without her even having to ask what was wrong. She didn't think a direct question, but her face had given away her concern. "I'll take cornflakes."
"I'll get them," Chiwa said, trying to reach for the bowl in his hand, but he gently pushed it away.
"No, I will. I can do this much, at least," he said, setting the bowl down on the counter.
Chiwa cringed not only at his words, but also at the hollow tone with which he had uttered them. Eliot, the other day, that wasn't your fault....
Her thoughts worked where her mouth failed. She turned around to face him, so she might look into his hollow silver eyes. She couldn;'t help but think of how much he had changed since they had first met, nearly half a year ago now.
I should've stopped your dad. I could have, but I didn't.... I was afraid if I left your side that he'd take you, too, and I couldn't entrust him with your safety. I'll get them back, though. Dean, Naomi, both of them, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.
"Your forehead's warm," he noted. "Do you have a fever?"
Chiwa opened her mouth to answer, but the sound of a key in the lock of the front door made her jump.
If he came back... No, no, no, what'll I do? she clsoed her eyes tightly and felt the rush of air as Eliot moved away from her. She raised her arms in front of her chest, to put more distance between herself and who was possibly her father. Her knuckles were white from clenching her hands into fists.
"Who's there?" Eliot's emotionless tone was gone, replaced with something worse than hate.
Footsteps.
Eliot snatched a knife off the counter and spun it in his hand. His silver eyes had gone gray with rage. "Who the fuck is it?"
"Mamma mia!" Garrett stood in the doorway, puzzled. He had two large brown paper bags in his arms, full of various art supplies for the extra room. "What's goign on here?" he looked back and forth between Eliot and Chiwa.
Chiwa slowly opened her eyes at the sound of a ewlcome voice. "Gare.... I thought you were-"
"Get the fuck out," Eliot interrupted. "You scared her, so get the fuck out."
"Dude," Garrett scowled. "Who pissed in your cornflakes?"
"Now that's just plain nasty," Eliot shook his head. "Why would people do that? I really don't get you people...."
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I miss writing about these guys, kudos to anyone who knows where they're from :D
but yeah, I heard thet phrase in French the other day and I coudln't stop laughing, so here I am, writing a random little scene so yeah :D more random little scenes to come ^^
and on another note, I'm beign moved for typing to loud. again. =.= the riddiculousness of it all.... *sighs* oh well, at least I get a big squishy chair now x3
