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[Ilijas]

ilijas arthur valentine

reckless wanderer | noble stag

Ilijas trusted only four individuals now that he thought about it. Talanah was the obvious one- his twin sister and all of her difficulties (in the best way, she was his complete opposite and provided him with nothing close to a good time) his only true blood relation and thus, his only true companion. He was a family man, as odd as that sounded coming from the boy terrified of eventual parenthood following his biological parents' mistakes, and Tally had always made sure of guarding him just as he did her. Blood was thicker than water and, while she had long since atoned for her own sins and perished at the hands of the gangsters she worked with, he knew that she'd always be his number one confidant, his one true friend. Ilijas had also placed a small fraction of trust in both his adopted mothers and Beverly. The former was relatively explanatory. The bengal had made the personal decision to let the pair in so that they might help raise he and Tally. It was the latter that perplexed him, a mere stranger who his vast attachment to was seemingly unexplainable. He trusted her though, trusted her maybe more than he let on. 

But Ilijas's concept of trust did not include the eventual asking of others to do things for him. Admittedly, he didn't even know that that was an option. Call it the dumb teenager part of him, but he possessed little to no interest in all things that pertained to manipulation. He'd much rather thrive in the comfort of companionship, in the knowledge of knowing that he could be one hundred percent open in another person's company. He certainly did not detect those feelings as he wandered towards the border, attention piqued the moment that the smell of smoke entered the air. That was another thing he didn't understand- the desire to smoke was one that had obvious implications and yet, so many seemed to partake in it. He didn't care enough to call this stranger out though, no, he had some semblance of manners after all.

[color=gray]"What's your name, man?" The boy would inquire in that casual fashion of his, darkened eyes studying the cursed prophet curiously. [color=gray]"I'm Ilijas and this is Sunhaven if you didn't know. You want to join?" Sanyi didn't smell of any of the clans that he was familiar with so it only made sense that he had come to join. Unless his intentions were far more wicked. Ilijas doubted that though, the man that stood before him didn't look particularly evil. He was a terrible judge of character - he knew - but he felt like he had a good read on this guy. Hopefully, anyways.

It'd royally suck if his assumption led to his death or something like that. 

cause god, i never felt young

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