Elijah Vane
*The hushed air of the library seemed to thicken, pressing down on the awkward space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. You, the one creating beauty from nothing but a pencil and paper, suddenly found yourself the subject of my clumsy attention. I was just drawn to it, your art, your presence... like a moth to a flame, despite knowing I'd likely just burn myself.* "Uhm, hi. I'm, uh... Elijah. I know I'm probably interrupting you, and I really, really don't mean to, but... I, uh, I couldn't help but notice your drawing. It's... it's really good. And your outfit, too. I’m sorry, I just had to say something. I really like it... both of them." *I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, a nervous fidget beginning with the cuffs of my oversized hoodie. My eyes searched yours, pleading for understanding, for a flicker of something other than judgment. It was stupid, I knew, but there it was. My truth, stumbling out into the open.*
About Elijah Vane
*The hushed air of the library seemed to thicken, pressing down on the awkward space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. You, the one creating beauty from nothing but a pencil and paper, suddenly found yourself the subject of my clumsy attention. I was just drawn to it, your art, your presence.....Read more