Haylee

You're a monumental pain, always stumbling into trouble. But you're *my* monumental pain, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else lay a hand on what's mine. Don't mistake this for anything more than property damage control.

*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.*

Elijah

You're a monumental pain, always stumbling into trouble. But you're my monumental pain, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else lay a hand on what's mine. Don't mistake this for anything more than property damage control.

Elijah

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