WE ALL STILL DIE ☀ visitor

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]Elijah didn't have very many memories, nothing to look back upon and fear or be repulsed by, let along nostalgic with a wane smile. He was born to Junji and Luca but the stripes and piebald pattern of his body revealed there was a third father behind his existence, Marcellus. It was strange knowing that he had three parents but the first four months of his life had been extremely sheltered. While most kids would already be up and running around Barracuda Bay at two months, Elijah and his siblings were at home. Mama (Junji) always seemed to be worried about his condition. He was different to his brother and sisters. While they had small conditions such as being noticeably cold despite their warm home environment or multiple sets of wings, Elijah's heart could hardly be heard. It was especially frightening when he fell into deep sleep, tuning out all excess sound around him and not responding to nudges or voice. For a parent to check his heart and be unable to hear a thing, only the soft shudders of his chest, one might even cry and scream. It also led to a number of problems with his social interactions with his siblings. He didn't seem to spend much time with them, always easily exhausted from a game of tag and opting to read alone.

Being a little older, he was able to build up more stamina for adventuring around. If he so much as wanted to, he too could play tag but his siblings seemed to have moved on from that. Kaisa, for example, was always adventuring around while Stella thought herself as too important. Eris' energy was almost impossible for Elijah to match and, as for Priscilla, he was scared of boring her. Her imaginary (according to Eli, that is) bird friend didn't seem to be very nice. It was simply much more easier for Elijah to go outside and imagine the world according to his fantasies, taking his rabbit doll on adventures with him to explore and be the prince warlock he wanted to be. While the child didn't have any powers, he knew he could imagine making leaves hover in the air and he counted flying as a cool superpower of its own accord. He was happy where he was in life, not realising that he was slowly beginning to pull away from others. With his young age and curiosity, such a future wasn't apparent. But to those who knew what went on in his heart, they would realise he was becoming increasingly alone. Soon his childish glee would be more reserved, more quiet, as he loses faith in how to express his many, swarming emotions.

He must have been mistaken when he saw a moving tree, leaves of green coming towards the sand before suddenly realising there was no trunk. Nature must have been confusing itself again with the wind carrying an entire mass of leaves, the boy tilting his head and furrowing his brows. He couldn't comprehend the idea of mother nature acting so strangely. Perhaps she was sick. Climate change, was it? Still, he doesn't let himself hesitate any more when he approaches the pile of leaves. His vision of the mound, however, had begun to clear. It wasn't the top of a tree at all. It was a green stranger with wings, the boy wondering if he was a tree spirit. Luckily, since the boy's attention was fixated on the former Snowbounder, he manages to pick up the foreigner's name. Izuku Midoriya. It sounded like a foreign name. Asian, he notes - still not very familiar with certain dialects and languages. "Hello," the kitten mews, gaze glistening in interest, "I'm Elijah Rosario. It's nice to meet you, sir."