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[Ilijas]

ilijas arthur mikaelson

reckless gentleman | noble stag

He supposed that he, too, was at that age where socializing was an almost necessary thing, though he didn't quite see it as such. If anything, his stance on interactions with others was a bit... skewed. He liked talking to and meeting new people, yes, but he wasn't very good at it. Maybe he tried too hard... or talked too strangely- really, he didn't know. He was vaguely aware of an odd and almost pressing desire to not frighten Beverly away however, actually quite enjoying whatever this was (even if she did have his ring).

The bengal listened to her speak intently, frowning only slightly when she mentioned his name. Ilijas had never particularly understand why he had such a peculiar name to begin with, especially given how mundane his siblings' names were in comparison. [color=gray]"Uh..." He began uncertainly, [color=gray]"Thank you?" Ili didn't think that she meant it as an insult but still felt weird for whatever reason- he rarely received compliments in any capacity. [color=gray]"The Ascendants? Sounds fascinating."

Ilijas could not fight the smile that replaced his frown as she spoke, that once hesitant and almost untrusting gaze softening. He didn't know why this felt so right, so familiar, just that it did and he never wanted to have to depart from her. Which... was pretty creepy, honestly, but he didn't mean it in that manner. [color=gray]"What was it like to sail? I've only ever dreamed of it... the opportunity hasn't yet presented itself, I'm afraid. But tell me about your experiences! I want to hear them all!" Ilijas existed eagerly, finding that he was warming up and more and more to Beverly. It helped that she was a traveler like himself, he believed. He could talk for hours about the places he's visited and the things he's seen and, by the looks of it, it seemed like Bev could too.

cause god, i never felt young

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