troubled mind.

‘youre   the   furry,’    he   thinks,     obviously   having   no   real   evidence   to   prove   it.     elijah   wouldnt   quite   use   that   term   to   describe   himself.    he   preferred    werewolf,    shapeshifter,    anything   /but/    furry.     again   he    whines   to   show   his   disapproval   at   the   comment,     hues    looking   up   at   them   with   the   same   feeling    before    they   snap   away,    ears   perked   up    with   the   sound   of   another   familiar   voice.     one   of   charlie’s   police   friends,     and   fuck,   it’s   because   of   the    growls,    probably.     

dimitri’s  always  pressed  instinctively  into  that  warmth  and  he’s  no  different  now,  hands  smoothing  out  across  their  fur  and  fingers  curling  into  the  thick  coat  covering  them.  it’s  weird  but  it  oddly..  suits  eli.  it  explains  some  things  that  dimitri  had  aimlessly  wondered  about.  and  he  simply  scratches  behind  their  ear,  smiling  gently  and  relaxed  against  such  a  familiar  warmth  as  he  sighs.  “string  bean’s  a  furry.”
            
            @forkspack

another   snort,    and   a   huff   following   shortly   after.    he   still   radiates   a   familiar    warmth,   even   in   this   new   form,    but    it’s    not   known   if    the   cause   is    from   the   blanket   of   fur   or    if   it   was    just   another   supernatural   factor.      would   he   regret   exposing   this   secret   to   dimitri   later?    surprisingly   not,   the   reason   being   he   trusted   the    short   stack.     and   nothing   was   going   to   change   about    that.    eli   felt   warm,    fuzzy    all   over,     and   it   wasn’t   just   because   he   was   a   gigantic   wolf.    no,    it   was   at   the   concept   that   surfaced,     a   dim   realization    at   which   elijah   wasn’t   sure    of   how   to   respond.     the   concept   of   imprinting   wasn’t   new,    and   he’d   heard   stories   from   sam   and    paul,    but   he   was   just   now   piecing   this   together.    he’d   imprinted   on   dimitri   swan.

//;  ANGRY AT EDWARD BET..... ‘sorry dimitri i’m a furry </3’
            
            @forkspack

/     LMFAOO   like   hiii   what’s   poppin
            
            he    feels   the   warmth    too.    he   didnt   know   he   had    missed   it   this    much --     yet   he   did.     the   male   wrinkles   the   bridge   of   his   nose,    sprinkles   with    freckles    that    blended   with   his   tone    more   than   it   did    contrast.     he   had   always   disliked   the   nickname,    but     there   was   still   a    hidden   affection   behind    it,     one   that   understood   the    humor     applied   to   the   calling.     “don’t   call   me   that,”    he    finally   responds,    tone   not   angry,    but   rather    embarrassed,     the   hue   of   his   cheeks   beginning    to    lean   towards   a   soft   rose.     this   happened    when   he   was   either    flustered   or   mad,     or    annoyed,     and   he   wasn’t   sure   which    one   of   the    causes   had   struck   at   the    moment.     “i    still   hate   it.     i   was   just   walkin’   someone    to    class.”     someone   is   an   important   choice   of   words.    had   someone   asked    him   before   he’d   seen    dimitri,    he’d   call   her   a   friend,    anything   more   than   just   the   plain   label   of   ‘someone’.     his    lips   are   parted   to   speak   again,    but    he   catches   a   whiff   of   something    from   behind    the   other,     dark    eyes    already    glaring    upwards   towards    one   cullen    in    particular.    “and   for   a   good    reason,    too.”     he    adds,    voice   now   harsh   with   the   scene.

//;  HAHSJAJJAA HIS SCAR JUST PEEKS OUT AND WAVES AND GOES hello
            
            “yeah..  yeah,”  duh.  why  would  eli  move?  his  family  had  roots  permanently  engraved  in  this  town,  he  remembers  eli  mentioning  it  during  one  of  their  daily  treks.  he’s  dazed.  he’s  looking  in  the  face  of  his  childhood  best  friend  who’s  so  much  fucking  taller  now  —  more  than  a  head,  like  it  used  to  be.  probably  —  and  crammed  with  muscle  and  he  looks..  he  looks  like  home  and  his  heart  aches  because  even  looking  at  this  tall..  dude  is  like  looking  at  every  single  one  of  his  best  and  precious  memories  he’d  ever  had,  he’d  ever  had  and  still  held  dear  and  held  close  whenever  he  found  himself  in  phoenix  missing  /home/.  and  home  was  charlie,  was  the  forest,  was  /elijah  black/.  that  realisation  dazes  him.  “short?  no..  no,  i’m  average,”  he  insists  defensively,  almost  immediately  and  that  stuns  him  at  how  natural  the  mention  of  his  height  came  from  the  other  and  at  how  quickly  he’s  moving  to  defend  himself.  “you’re  still  a  string  bean,”  he  then  says  and  oh  god,  the  gap  between  them  is  closing  through  these  words.  so  simple,  so  achingly  familiar.  warmth  blooms  in  his  chest.  “why  are  you  here?  thought  you  hated  this  part  of  town,”  he  remembers  that,  too.  eli  mocking  the  more  urban  side  of  forks,  whereas  he  was  free  to  roam  the  forests  whenever  he  wanted.  dimitri  had  to  be  dropped  off  or  faced  a  long(ish)  walk  to  visit  him.  dammit.
            
            @forkspack

/    oh wait yeah forgot to mention that lil scar would be like running up from under his jaw like up like yk it'd be saying heyyy
            
            "of    /course/    i'm still here,"    replies the other,   smile dimming in the slightest from the words he'd heard.    could he really blame them?   three weeks wasn't too much,   it wasn't a lifetime.    it wasn't five years.   maybe dimitri was still taking in the nostalgia.    or maybe this is exactly what they didn't want.    for a guy that had grown to be rather popular,    he found that the shorter seemed to break through,    to expose some kind of unknown insecurity.   however,    he'd already concluded that those few butterflies awakening in the pit of his stomach were yet another type of remembrance.    most likely from days spent together:    the adventures of    'string bean'   and    'short stack'.    maybe the series finale had finished with the tight hug they'd shared so long ago,    accented with watery eyes   (which eli had insisted were the cause of dust in his eyes)    and sniffles.   he had hated to see his best friend go,   but now that he was here again,   recognizable by his eyes,   hair,   and height.    "and you're still...   short."    it didn't matter that his lips had fallen into a subtle frown before,   now his expression was light with teasing,    a common thing they d --    /used/    to do.    his words were graced with a small laugh,    a chuckle that merely slipped through with his words now.   ... three months.    was this a form of karma for not visiting his favorite chief of police for that specific duration of time?   it wasn't exactly eli's fault,   though,   he'd been stuck in bed with...    let's call it mono.   still.   he felt as though the world was punishing him with this conversation that teased as stale.

hi.  *  he  greets  them,  hunched  over  his  notes  as  the  tv  quietly  murmurs  in  the  background  *
            
            @forkspack

*only    a    few    minutes    pass   before    eli    emerges    once   again    from    the    kitchen,     the    bag    half    empty    under    his    arm.*      boo.

* he watches them disappear before settling back on his spot on the couch ,  picking up his textbook and continuing writing notes and answering shit *
            
            @forkspack

/       WHABAHABSBBS
            
            “ stooooop , “      groans     eli     fondly ,       moving     his     arms     once     again ,      shifting     to     look     at     them     once     again .      “ stop .       you     deserve     this .     a      lot . “

//;  WA H
            
            “ i’m so lucky , ”  he admits quietly ,  voice unusually genuine and solemn as he heaves a gentle sigh .  “ what did i do to deserve you ,  huh ? ”
            
            @halfbloodforks

/      NOO     WAAAAAAH
            
            “ but     you’re     both .     and     more . “      he      continues     to     thread     his     fingers     thru     their     hair ,      sighing     deeply .     “ so     yeah .     / not /      fair .     at    all . “

no .     you     know     it’s     not     true .

all you .
            
            @halfbloodforks

no     way -     / you / .

yes .  it’s what happens when skin splits .
            
            @LUVSTHESTAGE

you’re  bleeding  !

dude .  seriously .  no .  i’m FINE .
            
            @LUVSTHESTAGE

@forksmidget :
            /  HMU  RN

//;  HOT HOT HOT IGHT IMMA HEAD OUT ON KLAUS—
            
            @LUVSTHESTAGE

@forksmidget :
            /  I HAVE VINS BIO DONE

i won’t .  you’re being dramatic .
            
            @halfbloodforks

you     WILL.

jesus christ ,  i won’t .
            
            @halfbloodforks