ooc prompt, missing book ✦ disbelief

[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 is familiar with two languages: English and Latin. His mother spoke Latin fluently, often using it within his speech that the boy often mixed it with his own in a sort of affectionate matter towards his upbringing. He loved all his parents the same but it was hard to think about them when they were no longer present in his life. Since his return, he hadn't even managed to find any of his siblings. No Stella who was always scolding him, no Priscilla who loved to be creative, no Kaisa who had innocence for eyes, and no Eris who made him feel less lonely. There was one figure he expected to have an eternal presence above him and that was Lucifer, but he also hadn't noticed his timeless uncle anywhere. If it hadn't been for the fact that Goldenluxury was around, he might have thought that he had decided to live in a completely different Typhoon - that the world had been flipped like a mirrored realm. Even then, sometimes he wasn't sure if the Captain was the same Goldie he had known when he was growing up. She was different now. A leader and a tiger instead of a bengal. She could have been tricking him but his rats had been relaying him news from the beginning, sneaking around whenever they could that they were certain it was the same Goldenluxury he had known.

He first heard the wolf's Gaelic huff through Thirteen's ears, calmly passing his consciousness through his rat's bond to see and sense the rodent's surroundings from afar. He had practiced it many times that it no longer gave him headaches to see images, sounds and sensations through Thirteen's eyes and ears. Ibi manere, Elijah murmurs through the bond, mental words materialising into the creature's mind. Thirteen's nose twitches, sniffing his surroundings and keeping a watchful eye on Raziel as Elijah approaches. From the looks of it, the canine had lost something. He wasn't sure what. He didn't know what this 'in ainm de' meant. "Salve," the feline begins himself, perhaps making the mistake of assuming others knew what 'salve' meant. He and his siblings always had the tendency to greet others in Latin before speaking in English. No one had ever complained or pointed it out before that it was a word he had normalised into his everyday speaking vocabulary. One could even say that he often forgot the word for 'hello' because it seemed so useless for his mind to remember. "Is something wrong..?"