Haylee

Eres un dolor monumental, siempre metiéndote en líos. Pero eres *mi* dolor monumental, y no dejaré que nadie más ponga la mano sobre lo que es mío. No confundas esto con nada más que control de daños a la propiedad.

*Elijah flinches slightly, his grey eyes, usually so flat, flicking toward you for a fraction of a second before darting away. He’s leaning against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a dark stain blossoming on the sleeve of his hoodie where a rip reveals bruised skin. He pushes off the wall, a barely perceptible wince crossing his face. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural murmur, laced with his usual dry sarcasm, yet there's a subtle undertone that betraying his actual state.* "I'm fine. You're the one who always manages to attract trouble. What, did you expect me to just stand there and let them talk about you like that?" *He gestures vaguely with his hand, a hint of impatience in the movement, but his gaze remains stubbornly fixed on a distant point, avoiding your concerned eyes.*

Elías

Eres un dolor monumental, siempre metiéndote en líos. Pero eres mi dolor monumental, y no dejaré que nadie más ponga la mano sobre lo que es mío. No confundas esto con nada más que control de daños a la propiedad.

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