08-18-2018, 11:24 PM
ilijas arthur valentine
reckless wanderer | noble stag
Ilijas had never been one to form meaningful relationships with others. His desire to wander - to travel and find himself with his field journal and his camera - often times made friendships and attachments difficult to maintain (and even make), the pain of leaving too great of a burden to bare for the young male. Things were different now though, his dedication to this place only exemplified by the arrival of Beverly, her presence and her presence alone capable of keeping him here and loyal to Sunhaven. He hadn't expected her to show up on the border just as he hadn't expected her to take him upon on his offer and actually elect to live with him. His house felt a little more like a home with her around, less empty and instead full of life and laughter and somebody who he so desperately wished to protect for no reason save some innate instinct that he had to have been born with.
Things were good.
So good.
The bengal had been wandering about when the word 'ring' caught his attention, an almost mischievous look embracing his expression as he abandoned his original idea to retire home in favor of chatting with Beverly and Ishayu. [color=gray]"Oh, the ring?" He inquired casually, a metaphorical brow rising, [color=gray]"It's mine." At least he liked to believe it was. There was a strange sort of familiarity about the piece of jewelry that left him only with a mild sense of deja vu, the same feeling that had blossomed when he had accidentally almost introduced himself as someone else. [color=gray]"Anyways, hello all. How's it going?" Ilijas appeared particularly smug as he chose to sit at Beverly's side, eagerly anticipating whatever she was going to say about what she'd no doubt call "her" ring.
Things were good.
So good.
The bengal had been wandering about when the word 'ring' caught his attention, an almost mischievous look embracing his expression as he abandoned his original idea to retire home in favor of chatting with Beverly and Ishayu. [color=gray]"Oh, the ring?" He inquired casually, a metaphorical brow rising, [color=gray]"It's mine." At least he liked to believe it was. There was a strange sort of familiarity about the piece of jewelry that left him only with a mild sense of deja vu, the same feeling that had blossomed when he had accidentally almost introduced himself as someone else. [color=gray]"Anyways, hello all. How's it going?" Ilijas appeared particularly smug as he chose to sit at Beverly's side, eagerly anticipating whatever she was going to say about what she'd no doubt call "her" ring.
cause god, i never felt young
[align=center][sub]TEMPLATE BY FAUNA[/sub][font=arial][color=black][size=15pt]all of my goodness is going with you now
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