ELIO CASTILE
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death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Mar 9, 2022 2:33:17 GMT
 — when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
"Damn, kid. The hell happened to you?" There were a few people looking his way, some were bewildered by the fact that he had been arrested for getting involved in a fight that he ended up actually winning. They looked at him in a way that managed to effortlessly get on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to make each one of them choke on their own saliva until they were blue in the face, unable to take a single breath to satiate the need for air. Elio glanced at the man who was standing in front of him, his hand on his utility belt which held a gun in it. A tempting choice of weapon that made Elio want to empty the entire magazine in the man's stupid face that had the ugliest fucking mustache. Elio merely leaned back in his seat and refused to acknowledge them or their prodding gazes that seemed to stare deep into his soul.
The man turned around and walked away to talk to the other cops. Elio couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were actually discussing what they should do with 'Adam', one of them even pointed out that he was so surprised Adam had it in him to be so violent as their eyes relaxed on Elio's bloodied knuckles. They reminisced on the past and how 'Adam' used to give out cookies to the neighborhood when he was a kid because he was just that lovable. "Call his dad and bring him down to the station to get the kid outta here. We all have our off days, maybe there are things we don't know back at home. Let's just get this over with." The man walked away not long after, his hand still on his utility belt.
Elio's eyes slowly scanned his surroundings as he looked for any sighting of the man that he was looking for. He was a patrol officer. A real nosy motherfucker. He didn't know how to stick close to the wall and stuff his tail between his legs. He was sniffing after a powerful businessman, wanting to bring down the empire that the man had built with his blood, sweat, and tears. Or so he had been told by the businessman himself. Elio was pretty sure the man had gone on and on about how hard-working was and how he played clean but somewhere after his sixth 'I swear' Elio started paying less attention until the man was finally done talking.
Now, Elio had a new person to hunt down and a good sum of money that he will receive in return. "Have you heard anything from officer Reinhart yet?" Elio seemed to perk up at that. That was his target's name. "Yeah, he should be on his way over. His shift starts in 45." A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as Elio relaxed back on his seat, knowing that he had forty-five minutes to kill before it's actually time to kill. Elio leaned a little bit on his left side to take out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his denim jeans, followed by the black lighter that he used the most. Elio placed a cigarette between his lips before lighting it up shortly after. Elio leaned back and breathed out the smoke through his nostrils.
"Hey, kid! No smoking in here." Elio's eyes glanced over at the smoking officer literally only a desk away from the nosy officer. "Suck my—" The last bit of the sentence hung in the air as Elio's eyes drifted to the man who had just entered the station. It wasn't Reinhart, no. It was someone else. Elio's eyes slowly moved down the man's form before looking up at his face again. Shit. He was handsome.
Shit. No one had actually made him think that way before.
Elio removed the cigarette from between his lips, flicking the bottom of it to make the ashes fall onto the ground while he eyed the man with interest circling in his eyes. "I thought I told you to put that out, kid. Don't test my patience." The officer continued nagging and Elio begrudgingly looked away from the handsome man to glare at the officer. "Are you in a relationship, officer?" Elio questioned instead, keeping his tone quiet so only he and the officer can hear each other. "No, why?" The man asked with a quirked brow, eyeing 'Adam' weirdly. "No wonder. You whine a lot more than a bitch in heat and that's saying a whole-fucking-lot, officer. If you spent as much time workin' as you do nagging, you would have replaced the Sheriff by now, you piece of fucking shit." Elio offered back with ease as a sadistic little grin formed on Elio's lips at the sight of the man immediately going red from anger in the face and he would have stormed over to 'Adam' to put the kid in his place if it weren't for the Sheriff coming back to greet Curtis. Elio went back to his little task of watching that human.
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CURTIS HAWTHORNE
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Post by CURTIS HAWTHORNE on Mar 15, 2022 17:22:13 GMT
 ━ and i came to realize; i have more to offer the world ━
Trying to hold his composure as he drove to the station, Curtis’ hands shook on the steering wheel, fingers trembling against dark leather. He’d stopped blaming himself for (seemingly) only a few moments, and then this happened. Where had he gone wrong? Had he not made it obvious enough to Adam that he was there for him no matter what?
Rushing into the station, Curtis, again, had to hold himself back from bursting out with every emotion that came all at once. You’ve got the wrong kid was on his lips, ready to spill out as soon as the Sheriff came over. That was, of course, until he saw Adam with his own two eyes. Sitting on the other side of the room with a cigarette in his mouth━God, that was just the tip of the iceberg, wasn’t it? He couldn’t believe this. Adam looked almost as surprised to see him as Curtis was, and he couldn’t help but turn his expression somewhat sour━what the hell did he think was going to happen.
“Hi, Sheriff.” Pulled from his thoughts, Curtis gave her a warm smile and reached out to shake her hand, “I’d say it’s good to see you, but I’d be lying under such circumstances.” She explained the situation further, and with each word thrown at him, Curtis felt increasingly sick to his stomach. He kept hearing ‘We know Adam’s a good kid,’ and Curtis finally started to wonder if that wasn’t true. What was happening?
Eventually, he was allowed to talk to Adam. Though he’d wanted that from the start, he was almost scared of it now━what the hell was he going to say? What could fix this?
Moving up to the table Adam was sitting at━and thankfully not cuffed to, because he wasn’t sure how he could ever un-see that━Curtis pulled free the single button of his suit jacket and lowered himself to the seat. Now directly across from the boy, he could see subtle differences. There was a darker air about him, clothes he didn’t think Adam even owned, but there was no denying the obvious━this was his son. Curtis just didn’t want to believe it.
“What the hell, Adam.” Curtis hissed, “Is this you finally living out the rebellious phase you seemed to skip? I can’t believe this. First, you lied about school and now━is that blood?” Eyes widening down at Adam’s knuckles, he leaned forward over the table, frowning deeply. “Tell me it was just self-defence. Please.” It had to be━that was the only explanation. However, if it was, he couldn’t imagine why Adam would look so poised and in control. If he’d been targeted, Curtis knew he would’ve been shaking like a leaf. And how the hell did he fend off a group of men on his own?
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ELIO CASTILE
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Posts: 26
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death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 20:10:24 GMT
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Mar 16, 2022 13:46:05 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio was starting to notice a couple of things. The first was that the man looked even more handsome up close like this, and the second was that the man was close because he was heading directly to him. Elio leaned back a little on his seat, one brow quirked up lazily as his eyes scanned over the man's features to see if he could remember meeting the man elsewhere, that would be the only explanation as to why he was heading his way with such certain strides. It was like he knew him but Elio, quite frankly, had no fucking idea who that man was. Elio glanced over at the officer he had just insulted and then to the Sheriff, both of them were looking their way as if they were waiting for something, but Elio was unsure what it was. He was aware that nobody was going to bail him out of here and he didn't want to be bailed out, he was here for a fucking reason.
Elio removed the cigarette from between his lips as his eyes eventually relaxed back on the man who had just unbuttoned a single button of his suit jacket and sat across from him. The man looked so disappointed in and also looked like he was seconds away from having a meltdown. Elio’s eyes glazed over when he remembered his mom looking at him that way before when he came home with bruised knuckles and a bloody face because the kids in the area had ganged up on him and started hitting him until he took matters into his own hands. She had sat him down and told him that violence should never be his answer to things which contradicted her earlier words when she told him to fuck them up. His mom had her moments where she felt normal and those moments were the ones that stuck with him the most.
Elio blinked out of his thoughts, recognizing the same look on the man’s face which seemed to irritate the young boy as his tongue poked into the inside of his cheek. He had a feeling that he was going to hear an earful from the man, and he wasn’t far off from it when his voice soon made itself known. Elio was rarely ever the type to get confused, but right now? He was feeling pretty fucking confused.
There was one question ringing in his head as he kept his eyes on the man.
Who the fuck is Adam?
Elio looked down at his bloodied knuckles when he saw the man looking at them and for a moment, he was consumed with the urge to wipe the blood away from the man’s prodding gaze. What the fuck? No one, after his mom, was ever capable of making Elio feel guilty of his own actions. The man, despite sounding angry and disappointed in him, sounded concerned and it had been a while since he last heard that type of concern in someone’s voice. His mom had been the only one to speak to him like that and now this man… This man who spoke to him like he’d known him for years was talking to him in the same voice and it made Elio want to ramble an apology after the other to make up for his actions, but he didn’t.
Elio never corrected the man that he wasn’t Adam.
He wanted more of the man’s concern. It reminded him so much of his mom and after Hannya had effortlessly told him that his mom was dead, he had no one in his life to give him that type of attention.
”They started it.” No, that was a lie. He started and finished the fight. He took on a whole group of men double his size without even blinking. ”What else was I supposed to do?” Elio’s shoulders lifted and dropped in a careless shrug. Elio didn’t feel a hint of guilt for lying to the man, or for pretending to be someone else entirely. In fact, he was beginning to like it.
”Plus, they’re fine.” He heard a snort not too far behind the man in front of him and his eyes settled on the officer he’d insulted earlier. ” Nah, they really ain’t, kid.” Elio watched the man raise his mug to his lips to take a sip from what Elio assumed was coffee and that was when Elio used his powers to close the man’s airways. Elio watched the man choke on the liquid in his throat, the sound sending shivers down Elio’s back. It was a sound way better than that fucker’s voice. Elio released him from the invisible grasp of his powers and brought his attention back to the man sitting across from him. The officer said something about the coffee going down the wrong pipe before he excused himself from the station. ”Well, I’m fine. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Elio offered a smile that felt weird as fuck on his lips and it fell from his lips right away because what the hell was that? ”Didn’t mean to make you worry, though.” He used to say the same words to his mom and it almost made him feel like no time had passed at all, but Elio was aware he wasn't talking to his mom. He was talking to a stranger who talked to him like they had a history, like he was his family. ”Won't happen again.”
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CURTIS HAWTHORNE
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Post by CURTIS HAWTHORNE on Mar 23, 2022 15:46:48 GMT
━ and i came to realize; i have more to offer the world ━
He guessed he should’ve been proud of his boy. Was this his first fight? Unless there were others that hadn’t ended in a trip to the police station (which, honestly, who even knew anymore), this had to be the only time it’d happened. So… much to everyone’s surprise, Adam won his first fight. Curtis supposed that, at the very least, even if he wasn’t proud, he should’ve been happy that Adam hadn’t ended up in the hospital.
Maybe the other boys had, though.
‘Nah, they really ain’t, kid.’
Curtis frowned over his shoulder at the officer, though, as soon as he looked back to Adam, he was whipping around again to raise his brows. The man was choking, and Curtis let out a light, “Are you alright?” Before the man seemed to regain composure and excuse himself. In all honesty, Curtis was happier to be alone with Adam rather than have someone constantly shooting in their two cents.
Focusing back on Adam again, Curtis sighed. “It does count. I want to make sure you’re okay, that’s my first priority, but in any other situation, they could’ve locked you up for this. What if nobody believed you that it was self-defence? And what if you’d hurt those boys even more than you already have?” Reaching over, he laid a gentle, comforting hand on Adam’s wrist, trying to catch his eyes.
He softened at Adam’s apology, though there was still the underlying anxiety of what this downhill behaviour could mean. Was Adam taking advantage of Curtis’ quick willingness to forgive? “It better not.” He added (instead of immediately accepting Adam’s apology), though the words were accompanied by a soft smile. “I’m serious, Adam, I’m worried about you all the time. You could’ve gotten into a lot more trouble for this. I understand defending yourself; that’s okay, but… try to de-escalate if it’s possible.” He didn’t want to blame Adam if he was truly the victim; it was just that the original story, how it was relayed to Curtis over the phone, didn’t sound as though Adam had been attacked. It sounded like he was about to go to prison for assault charges.
“Come on,” He sighed finally, “Let’s get you home, alright?” Curtis began to rise out of his chair, his worried expression unable to be completely masked by the gentle smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I assume you told them your story about it being self-defence. I’ll see if we can get this wrapped up,” Adam wasn’t in cuffs, so that was a good sign, as well as the fact that they’d called him despite Adam legally being an adult. Curtis raised his hand, taking a few steps towards the entryway, trying to flag down another officer to get them out of here.
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ELIO CASTILE
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death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 20:10:24 GMT
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Mar 31, 2022 1:04:15 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio’s eyes were still focused on the choking man, watching him as he shoved back the urge to smile at the man, enjoying his pain and discomfort a little too much. His attention momentarily moved to the other man, his dad? Fuck if he knew, and watched him ask the man if he was alright. Should he play along and act concerned, too? Elio’s eyes moved back to the choking officer who seemed to be slowly gaining his breath back, still red in the face. “Would you like some water, sir?” Elio called out, his voice adopting a soft tone that sounded fake to his own ears but Elio was a good actor when he wanted to be. The man excused himself not long after, probably with a tail tucked between his legs and wounded pride. Elio’s attention seemed to shift back to the man in front of him and their eyes met. They were alone now with no lingering police officers wanting to add some sort of smart-ass comment.
Elio tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued listening to the man. Elio could tell that the man worried too much about him - no, not him, this Adam piece of shit - and it had him wondering just what this ‘Adam’ often got himself involved in to make the other man in front of him reach this point where he looked like he was about to pass out from carrying too much. Elio was about to say something when he felt the man’s hand on his wrist and it made him tense up as he looked down at his hand. The urge the pull away from it sharply was strong, but there was a certain warmth to it that made him remain still, though he was still tense as ever. “You worry too much.” Elio pointed out the obvious as his eyes finally lifted to meet the man’s. “And that’s a lot of ‘what if’s.” He added a moment later as he licked his bottom lip, grimacing slightly at the metallic taste. Ah. Right. One of those pathetic pieces of shit had actually managed to punch him before he broke that same hand in different places to make sure that it hurt like a fucking bitch. Elio lifted his hand up to use the back of it so he could wipe his lips, erasing any traces of blood from between his lips. “They believe me. So, don’t worry.” Elio wanted to get caught, that was the only reason he ever got involved in that fight, to begin with. He had a job to finish, after all.
Too easy. The man was forgiving him a little too easily and it was weird to see, honestly. He wasn’t used to that sort of treatment and Elio was actually rendered speechless for a few moments as he kept his lips pressed into a thin line instead. Then the man carried on and once again, he was reminded of the past and he wondered just how many times he was going to take a trip down to memory lane tonight. It was too much in one fucking night. Especially when he was still grieving.
All the time? Elio tilted his head slightly to the side as he watched the man wordlessly for a few moments. “Again, worrying too much. I could have. But I didn’t. I'm surprised you don't have a head full of grey hair with how much you worry. Do you do anything else besides worrying about me?” Elio wasn’t taking the issue seriously because he was never taught to do so. He was always taught to take matters into his own hands and not feel ashamed of it. Elio taught himself not to give a shit about the consequences because he was powerful enough to get out of any situation he finds himself shoved into. Elio scoffed before he could stop himself and the next words that tumbled out of his lips sounded like the much younger version of himself who punched and kicked his bullies whenever they tried to bully him. Elio leaned forward on his elbows and brought himself closer to the man, meeting his eyes without blinking for a few moments. “Being a pussy only takes you so far in life. Actually, I’m pretty sure it takes you straight to a hospital.” Elio seemed to lean away not long after saying that, his hand already itching to reach into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
Home? Elio blinked a few times because he never thought it would get that far. But then again, of course, the man would want to get him home. Of course, he wouldn’t leave him here in a police station and go on his merry way. Fuck. Elio came here for a fucking reason and he doubted he could worm his way out of this even if he tried to. What would he say? Actually, no, let me spend the rest of the day here to really think about my actions? Fuck that. “Yeah.” Elio nodded his head at the man’s question and he watched him try to flag down someone from the station to get this whole shit-show wrapped up. He glanced around to see if his target was anywhere to be seen, but no. He still didn’t arrive at the station yet. “Lucky fucker.” Elio mumbled under his breath and waited until the Sheriff began flagging him down to come over. Elio pushed himself up from his seat and began making his way to the woman and the older man. He had to hold back from snapping at the Sheriff when she told him to stay out of trouble and to not give his dad any more hard time.
Dad, huh?
Elio instead offered her a thin smile and a nod of his head. "Wouldn't dream of it. Thanks, ma'am." The politeness felt a bitter taste on his tongue and he already wanted to take it all back and tell the woman to mind her own fucking business. Elio turned his attention to his dad not long after. "You look nice in a suit, by the way, dad." Why the fuck did calling him 'dad' sound so weird to his own ears? Probably he grew up with no father figure in his life. Well, aside from that piece of shit his mom used to date back then.
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CURTIS HAWTHORNE
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Post by CURTIS HAWTHORNE on Apr 5, 2022 16:57:39 GMT
━ and i came to realize; i have more to offer the world ━
They believed him? Curtis knew he’d said it first, but it sounded like a cop-out when it came from Adam. As if he was more than happy to get off scot-free. It was troubling, but what about this wasn’t?
‘I'm surprised you don't have a head full of grey hair with how much you worry. Do you do anything else besides worrying about me?’
Beginning to chuckle━the crows' feet at the edges of his eyes crinkled, lips pulling up in a grin━Curtis let out a soft start to his laugh before cutting it off completely. Again, he was letting Adam off a little too easy. He cleared his throat and adjusted his suit jacket, raising a brow at Adam. “I’m going grey, believe me, and that’s on account of your actions lately. It’s not funny, Adam. I spend all day at work and come home to find out you’ve been lying about your schooling,” He whispered that part, “Or I have to leave early to pick you up from the police station. This is serious.” And this was called being a responsible parent. Liz would (should) be proud.
“A p━” He jerked his head back, brown eyes growing wide at Adam’s use of words. He was pretty sure he’d never heard his son cuss before, and now… what in the hell had gotten into him? “Language.” Curtis was quite sure he cursed more than Adam did, but it slipped out anyway. Thankfully, he didn’t hear Adam’s other colourful words on the way out.
Rising from his chair, happy to finally be on the move home, Curtis put his hand in the space between Adam’s shoulderblades and began to move. Sheriff Forbes stopped them briefly, Adam (thankfully) held onto his manners for a moment longer, and they were out the door and headed towards Curtis’ sleek, sporty car. Black exterior with cream-coloured leather seats, and a great juxtaposition to their family vehicle: an SUV that Liz took most days.
“Thanks, kid.” He met his son's compliment with a raised brow and a small smile, somewhat confused, though he assumed it was a way to ease the tension. “Don’t try to butter me up now,” Curtis quipped, grinning to himself as they approached the car.
Letting Adam go, he crossed in front to reach the driver’s side, slipping in and starting up the vehicle. “Your mom’s not gonna be happy about this, I can tell you that right now.” He puffed, already bracing himself for the earful Adam would get as soon as Liz came home.
The short drive had them in the driveway in no time, with Curtis unlocking the front door and piling into the house with his son in tow. He half expected the kid to dart away at any moment. “Well…” Curtis sighed, shutting the door behind them. “I don’t think I should let you listen to music or watch TV. Are you hungry? I can heat up leftovers or make sandwiches.” They’d never had to do the whole reprimanding-grounding thing before, so Curtis was a little rusty. He headed to the kitchen anyway, needing something to stuff his face with after that ordeal.
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ELIO CASTILE
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Played by:
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death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Apr 7, 2022 6:51:56 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
There was a small smirk already beginning to form at the edge of Elio’s lips when he noticed the beginning of a chuckle already displayed on the man’s features – He was expressive in a way that Elio was inexperienced in. He watched him with his head tilted slightly to the side, wondering if one joke was all it took to gain his favor, but then all traces of a smile were wiped right before Elio’s eyes and he released an impressed hum when he saw that the man was holding his ground, still latching onto the role of a stern and disappointed parent with his hands and teeth. His brow slowly quirked up when he realized that ‘Adam’ had been lying about his ‘school’ which was dumb as fuck from the perspective of an outsider. Why lie about something like that? It made no sense to Elio, actually. “It does sound very serious.” Elio nodded his head in agreement with the man before he scanned the man’s features, his eyes settling momentarily on the man’s hair. “You’d look pretty nice in all grey hair, though,” Elio added a moment later as an afterthought as he leaned back on his seat, relaxing a little despite the fact that he was in a police station of all places. But, unlike most unlucky motherfuckers here, he was more than capable of getting out of here with no issues. No cell was going to be able to hold him. Not at all.
Elio blinked slowly at the man before a small frown began tugging at his features. Language? He almost wanted the man to repeat his words to make sure he’d heard him correctly, but there was no need. He just got scolded for saying pussy. If only knew the man heard what he was capable of saying. “Sorry…” The apology felt odd on his tongue, barely suppressing the urge to shake his head. It was slowly becoming clearer to Elio that he was never going to be a good fit for that family. Oddly enough, spending time with this man made him miss Hannya, but that was something he wasn’t ready to admit out loud.
Had the man been a complete stranger to Elio, he would have shoved him off or injured him bad enough that he’d never be able to use that hand again, but Elio remained oddly calm as the man began guiding him toward the car. His attention drifted to the man when he thanked him for the compliment before his following words followed which made a small smirk begin to form on his lips. He waited until his dad was inside the car before his smirk fell, his hand touching the roof of the car. Fuck. It was such a nice car, too. Exactly what he liked. “Trust me, I wanna do more than just butter you up,” Elio mumbled under his breath as he moved his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes momentarily relaxing on the sky before he offered the sky his middle finger. “Fuck you for making him my dad.” Elio’s voice was still quiet as he spoke before he lowered his hand not long after and got into the car, closing the door behind him.
Elio’s attention relaxed on the man as he processed his words before he leaned back on his seat, legs spreading to get into a more relaxed position. “I’ll make sure to find a way to make it up to her.” Elio was going to get a fucking earful, wasn’t he? Elio wanted to plunge his index fingers into his ears to pop his eardrums to save himself from that incredibly humane experience but he would just heal again. This Adam was one lucky motherfucker for having good parents and for, well, having parents… Plural.
Elio got out of the car as soon as it stopped and took the time to really check the house from the outside. It was so sickeningly home-y that it made Elio burn with jealousy. His dark eyes moved to settle on his dad as he began following the man into the house. Elio did take off as soon as he entered the house, but not upstairs. He began looking around the house, unable to mask his curiosity. He stopped when he heard his dad’s voice and slowly turned his head to rest his gaze on the man, watching him mutedly for a few moments. “Wait, shit, are you grounding me right now?” Elio pointed out in a confused voice as he moved his hand up to take his hat off, tossing it on the chair.
“That’s pretty fucking cool and outdated.” Elio said with a brief chuckle falling from his lips before he held his index finger in a ‘wait’ gesture. Right. He should watch his language. “I meant, double hockey sticks, that’s rad as heck, on God.” Elio wondered if this ‘Adam’ spoke like this in this ‘no cursing’ household. Sounded legit. “Wait, you're grounding me but at the same time, you're cooking for me? You're pretty damn nice, pops. To answer your question, I’ll eat the leftovers. Less shit to clean up after.” He began following the man into the kitchen where he opened the fridge just because he was a bit curious about what kind of shit families put in their fridges. His own fridge back in his shitty motel room was empty. He wasn’t sure when was the last time he’d actually eaten anything remotely nutritionist. Elio closed the fridge once he was done checking out its contents and moved aside to watch his dad re-heat the leftovers. It was a sight that was so new to Elio that he did nothing other than watch for a while, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he followed the man’s movements with his eyes. Someone was actually prepping him a fucking meal.
And he didn’t hate that.
Not in the slightest.
“I’ll go change,” Elio revealed after a moment or so, mainly because a selfish part of him wanted to find out what Adam’s bedroom looked like. He made his way upstairs and got momentarily lost as he entered the bathroom at first until he found a room with a lot of geeky posters and decorations which made Elio’s nose wrinkle in distaste. “I fucking take it back,” Elio whispered as he made his way to the guy’s wardrobe and opened it to find even more disgusting outfits and bright colors. Son of a bitch. Elio changed out of his clothes and wore a black shirt that has the design of a right triangle and above it was ‘find the X and the whole ‘funny’ design is that the ‘x’ was circled in a red marker and pointed at with ‘I found it. The shirt was far too tight on Elio which revealed that this Adam wasn’t the most athletic. No wonder his dad didn’t think he had it in him to beat up a bunch of lanky-looking kids.
Pussy.
Elio put on Adam’s sweatpants before he put on his shoes again and started making his way downstairs. Though he stopped on the stairs when he noticed a frame on the wall. A picture of himself and his dad. Actually… Elio pointed out a few differences that definitely told Elio that this wasn’t him.
Adam.
Elio frowned deeply. There was something about his face that made Elio want to fuck up his entire future and life. Something about that stupid identical face... Now he knew why people kept calling him ‘Adam.’ Elio had to clench his fingers into a fist to stop himself from ruining the picture and kept making his way downstairs, he tossed his clothes on the couch because he couldn’t leave them here. Elio made his way back to the man, eyeing him for a few moments before Elio finally sat down, the material of the sweatpants hugging him uncomfortably. Fucking weak bitch. Elio reached for his denim jacket to pull out the pack of cigarettes habitually until he noticed what he was doing and lifted the pack up, shaking it slightly, his other hand moving up to run his fingers through his hair, brushing the strands away from his face now that they weren't forced into one position by the hat that he wore most of the time. "On a scale of one to grounded until the next century, how bad would it be if I smoked again? We could even share one. Judging by how much you stress over me, a cig might just be what you need to loosen up, pops."
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Post by CURTIS HAWTHORNE on Apr 19, 2022 17:31:54 GMT
━ and i came to realize; i have more to offer the world ━
Being in the police station, and the stress of Adam’s declining situation, had his hands shaking. He remembered what the first time felt like, how it brought on that superhuman strength, and the euphoria he thought would never fade… then spent years chasing. Still, Curtis strung himself together for his child.
His chuckle was strained. At least Adam had managed to correct himself, but the grounding-not-grounding was what truly made Curtis crack. Pops. Weird, but not weirder than anything else in the last few weeks. “Well, I’m not used to this. Plus, your mom might kill you, but she’d kill me if I let you starve.” With a weak smile, he moved around Adam to retrieve the garlic mashed potatoes, steamed green beans and breaded pork chops from the night before.
Curtis nodded at Adam’s excuse to leave, not thinking of stopping (or supervising) him until the kid was already up the stairs. He’d never needed to, but suddenly he remembered the window in Adam’s room and how easy it would be to pop out the screen and escape through it. Curtis stayed tense as he made a plate for each of them, going through the last of the leftovers by the time he was done. He had to trust that Adam wasn’t that far gone. If he didn’t have some sort of faith in his kid, Adam might never come back from this, and that scared Curtis more than anything.
Thankfully, Adam appeared in the kitchen again moments later, wearing something new and… relatively ill-fitting. “Have you been working out?” Curtis asked curiously, a mild frown on his face. Was that what Adam was doing instead of going to school? And why hadn’t Curtis noticed before? Was this about bullying? He was all for Adam getting tough, healthy and defending himself, but it was going too far.
At the microwave’s ding, Curtis turned to retrieve the first plate from it. It was the larger one, piled with a majority of the leftovers. He’d already planned to give Adam the most, but now it appeared his son needed the extra calories for whatever kind of workouts he was doing. Placing the plate down in front of Adam, Curtis laid a fork and steak knife down as well, moving back to the microwave to pop in his own plate.
“Grounded ‘til the next century.” Curtis huffed out an exasperated breath and, while he thought he’d been calm this whole time, there was only so much he could take. Spinning around, he snapped, “I don’t need a cigarette, Adam, and neither do you. I need you to start behaving properly.” Not losing your cool was the first rule to interacting with someone who seemed to be pressing your buttons, but Curtis’ hands were shaking even worse now. Adam was almost always constant. What the hell was happening?
Walking with sure, confident strides to the table, he snatched away the pack of cigarettes and then sat down across from Adam. It was tucked into his pocket before his arms were on the surface, motioning to it to accentuate his words. “Have things gone wrong with the girl you had over, is that it? Or is it something else? What were you doing that those guys from today picked on you, or do you expect me to believe it happened out of nowhere?” Curtis had always been relatively small in high school, but he was at least popular, and he would be lying if he said there hadn’t been kids that got teased just because. It wasn’t fair to blame Adam, but Curtis was at his wit’s end, and he thought he might just go crazy.
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Apr 25, 2022 19:25:14 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio was quickly coming to the realization that Adam was one lucky son of a bitch for having such a normal family. Even though he didn’t want to admit it out loud, he was starting to grow jealous because of it. Elio’s family had always been far from normal, his mother always acted as though she had a split personality. She was hot then cold and repeat. She scolded him for acting on his violent tendencies but then encouraged him to beat the shit out of people who insulted him or angered him. A selfish part of Elio wanted to take them away from Adam, he wanted to make that fucker suffer because why should he be the only one who knows the taste of pain and suffering? Why should he allow him to have a perfectly functional family when he could fuck it all up? Elio snapped out of his thoughts and decided to use that time to head on upstairs to change out of his bloody clothes and to use that chance to look a little more into Adam’s bedroom. He had such a nice bedroom with posters of bands and movies and Elio knew neither. But they looked nice.
He had such a normal room, no hints of hidden secrets in it. It was the room of a boy who was loved dearly by his parents and it made Elio want to wreck it. Elio headed downstairs but not without stopping momentarily to look at the photo that had Adam in it and they looked exactly alike. Adam was on the skinnier side and he looked fucking punchable, that’s for sure. Elio scowled as he glared at his twin, unsure how that could have even happened. If he had a twin, then how come he knew nothing about him? Fuck. It was making his head hurt just from thinking about it. He was brewing with jealousy but he seemed to snap out of it when he heard his dad’s voice and it made him look up, one brow quirked up before a small smirk began tugging at his lips when he was asked if he had been working out. There was something akin to pride that filled his chest as his shoulders lifted and dropped in a quick shrug, enjoying it a little too much that the man had noticed.
Fuck, if he wasn’t going to hell before, he was definitely going to have a first class ticket straight to hell. “Yeah.” Elio had seen the pictures and it was clear that Elio was a lot more muscular than Adam. He wondered if that was going to give him away or not. “Is it showing already?” Elio barely even realized that he was fishing for compliments til those words escaped his lips.
If there was one thing that was going to make him snap out of that role he was playing, it was definitely going to be the fact that he can’t even smoke in that fucking household. Elio muttered a curse under his breath when he heard that he was going to be grounded til the next century if he were to smoke right now. Elio’s dark eyes moved over to his dad, pinning him with a dark look when he actually snapped at him. There was something about this man, something that Elio wanted to unravel with unforgiving fingers. Elio wondered if he had the same darkness that he had, or if Elio was just a defective child who didn’t take after his parents and was just fucked up from birth. Elio’s hands moved down until they relaxed on the man’s shaking hands.
Oh.
Was he angry, or was it the underlying effect of something else entirely?
Elio was intrigued.
Elio watched as the man made his way over with confident strides that did not at all match the shaking of his hand and took the pack of cigarettes away from Elio which made him frown in an instant. If he were anyone else, Elio would have broken his hand for it. Elio leaned forward on his elbows, ignoring the tearing sound he heard from the material of his shirt and instead kept his eyes focused solely on the man, unable to hold back the amused look that took over his features when the man suggested that he might have started the fight. Also, he had a girl over? Here he thought Adam was going to live a virgin and die a virgin.
Elio’s attention moved down to relax on the man’s hands for a second before looking back at him with the same dark look that lacked any hint of innocence in it. “You think I did something to them? Think I asked for it? Elio couldn’t help the amusement in his tone because he was pretty proud of the man for having figured it out. “That’s cold.” Elio released a soft hum before he shrugged his shoulders in a manner that screamed nonchalance. “I’ll tell you.” Elio jerked his chin toward his dad’s hands. “If you tell me why your hands are shaking.” Elio proposed with a shrug of his shoulders following. “A secret for a secret, sounds fair, right?”
Elio reached out to tap the man’s hand with his index finger. “You don’t look sick to me, so it’s not some underlying condition. Is it anxiety? Have I pushed you over the edge? I mean, you do worry a lot about me. I bet you lay awake at night wondering what I’m doing, who I’m thinking about, what’s wrong with me, no? Because that’s just what you do. If old age doesn’t take you first, then worrying about me will.” Elio was probably outing himself by behaving like this, but he didn’t care. He’d let the whole act last for way too long and he was never the type to keep pretending for long.
“Or, is it something else? Something you haven’t told me about?”
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Post by CURTIS HAWTHORNE on May 17, 2022 19:33:23 GMT
━ and i came to realize; i have more to offer the world ━
Curtis sat at the table across from Adam, his son, and wondered what could’ve happened. Was this a slow slide, or did one of those idiots beat out whatever sense was left in his head? Either way, it made Curtis feel sick. His boy was gone. At some point, they’d given up on waiting for Adam to grow out of his puppy dog cuteness and change━he would always be like this, and that was fine. They loved him for it. But why did it suddenly change? What made you ‘grow up’ and become so vicious after you’d passed the twenty-year milestone?
Was he on dr*gs?
Maybe. Withdrawals had made Curtis nasty, just like this, where Adam was tormenting him with questions and smirking while he did it. Like this was a game. Like it was fun.
He stayed quiet as the boy who merely looked like his son continued, reaching out to tap Curtis’ hand. Curtis flinched and then balled his fists, crushing the pack of cigarettes in one grip while blunt nails on the other side merely dug into his palm. “Stop it!” Curtis shouted, jumping from his chair to stand, glaring down at Adam. “You’re being cruel, Adam, and that isn’t like you. I won’t stand for it. I’m shaking because I’m so God damn tired of this, of trying when it seems like you’re slipping away.” Nothing proved it more than today’s events. He almost said, “I’m tired of you,” but that wouldn’t be fair, or anything like the kind of father he wanted to be━always hoped he was.
Lying wasn’t part of his plan of fatherhood, either, but he wasn’t about to admit his troubled past and see Adam use it against him… because that seemed to be the kind of person he was now. Hopefully, just for today.
“I’ve tried, Adam. All day. I’ve been trying all day with you and all you do is throw it back in my face. You don’t deserve a conversation, or secrets, especially not civil ones at that. Take your plate, go up to your room and stay there until I say you can leave.” He wasn’t shouting, but, as he’d said, he’d abandoned all attempts at a civil conversation. That didn’t seem to work with Adam anymore, so he was letting it go. One fist raised, uncurling to point viciously at the stairs.
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on May 25, 2022 1:11:36 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio felt a pleased smile form on the edge of his lips, his ego beyond inflated at this point. He was pretty sure he was also puffing his own chest, too. He was used to receiving compliments, he wasn’t bad looking and he wasn’t built like a stick like Adam was, but there was definitely something about being complimented by Curtis that made him feel so — superior and what kind of guy doesn’t like feeling superior? “Thanks.” Elio could feel his smile already beginning to shift into a smirk, practically glowing. Had the man been anyone else, he would have thanked him, but without words. They wouldn’t be needed. But, the man was his father and it made him nearly lose his fucking mind. The world can truly be unfair at times, huh? Elio could already tell that he was pushing the man too far, judging from the way his expression was beginning to change. The sound of the pack of cigarettes giving away under the man’s tight grasp was also a big indicator and his reaction shouldn’t have pleased Elio so much and if he had been less fucked up, he would have apologized for taking things too far, but he wasn’t apologetic. He liked the look on the man, he liked how angry and disappointed he was.
It was fun.
Elio leaned back on his seat, his eyes relaxing on the man who was scolding him for acting like an asshole. Elio didn’t even try to keep up his act. It wasn’t fun anymore. But watching the man snap like this? It was plenty of fun. He quirked his brows up as he listened to his dad, barely resisting the urge to smile from how satisfying it was to make someone break like this. He wanted to see how far he could push the man, but it seemed like he had done enough damage today. He didn’t want to blow up his cover, after all. He was pleased enough with the fact that he had just ruined Adam’s entire week. If not his entire month.
Elio released a sigh as he pushed himself up from his seat, deciding to obey the man’s order rather than putting up a fight. He grabbed his plate, the bottom of it dragging on the table for a moment before he lifted it properly. Elio stood in front of Curtis momentarily, just doing nothing other than staring up at him for just a couple of moments as his tongue began poking at the inside of his cheek. He could kill the man right then and there, he could crush him like the fragile human being that he is, but… Elio liked him. He didn’t want to end his only source of entertainment in this shitty town just yet.
And what kind of son would murder his own father?
It would be a — cruel thing to do.
But not as cruel as leaving Elio to a mother with a split personality, was it?
He could have had this. A normal upbringing, he could have lived Adam’s life. He could have had a father who would reheat food for him, who’d take care of him, and a normal mother. Surely Elio wouldn’t have turned out to be like this if that were the case, no? He would have been like Adam. An insignificant, fragile, and boring human being.
Elio was pretty sure he was pinning the man with a glare by now, the presence of that annoying smile long gone by now. Maybe he should make him pay. Maybe he should break every bone in his body for this. Maybe he should… just go home. Because this surely was not his home. Try as he might to hate his mom for everything that she did, he was beginning to miss her, so he knew that he should say goodbye to this fantasy and head back to reality because that’s what all of this was. A fantasy. “Goodnight, dad.” And just like that, the glare was gone, and so was he as he brushed past the man to head up into his room, knowing full well he won’t stay longer than five seconds in that ugly room. He’d simply place the plate down on Adam’s desk and exit through the window, landing perfectly on his feet before he disappeared from sight.
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