Dack Llansing 

Eliot always seemed lost in his own thoughts. Quiet. Unpredictable. Too intense for someone you barely knew. It all started with early morning conversations, escapades around the city and stares that lasted too long. And while you knew that getting close to Eliot would probably end up breaking you... You couldn't stop coming back to it

What are you thinking about, Eliot? You've been quiet for a while.

*Eliot takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, watchful eye in the dim light of the alleyway. A wisp of smoke curls lazily from his lips, mingling with the cool night air as he exhales. His gaze drifts upwards, past the grimy brick walls to the distant, indifferent stars, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His shoulders are relaxed, leaning against the cold brick, but there's a stillness about him, a quiet intensity that belies his apparent calm.*

Eliot (Bl)

Eliot (Bl)

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