- xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual
- Humming in response to Virgil's comment regarding the singer's constant need for physical affection, an amused huff escaping between the gaps of his teeth as he rolled his eyes in playful disdain, Elliot leaned up against Virgil and took the liberty of throwing one bare leg over his, partly out of his own pleasure but mostly just to prove a point. "Good thing, my dear. It would be unfortunate if you hadn't." Sarcasm in his voice, peering up at Virgil with a cheeky grin plastered on his face as if to suggest that he wouldn't care either way (knowing he'd be touchy-feely nonetheless), the singer let his eyes wander back down to the guitarist's chest and took no hesitation in trailing his pointer finger across the defined shapes with a satisfied sigh. It was still euphoric, the fact that he could make romantic advances towards his best friend now; honestly, given the fact that they'd both had plenty to drink that evening, he wouldn't be surprised if he woke up to find that he'd dreamt it all up while he was passed out in some shady venue bathroom. A small chuckle escaping his lips as he amusedly recalled a few cases where he or the other boys from the band had been found in quite interesting situations after a night of partying, more often than not too smashed to even remember, Elliot kept his reason for laughter to himself and instead took to snuggling his head against the other male warmly as Virgil offered a chuckle of his own and a few teasing words. Accepting Virgil's sudden movement to pull him closer, Elliot played the upset role and decided to lightly smack his lover's arm as he playfully pouted "Hmph! It's your fault for egging me on." Stubbornly and childishly turning his head away from Virgil, as if refusing to look at him, the singer shook his head and sucked his cheeks inwards in dispute "See if I ever kiss you again."
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Nudging his head lightly against Virgil's invading hand, closing his eyes in contempt as the male tucked a stray hair behind his ear, Elliot grinned madly bright and wide and had no way to deny the guitarist's words "It's because you are all simply too boring to have any fun." Laughing at his own playful words, the singer fluttered his eyes back open and stared lovingly at Virgil's smile as he continued to tease his boyfriend "What a shock it is, that the oldest one knows how to have a little fun and gets to be the one on the covers. Wrinkles and all, I'll still be twice as energetic as you, darling." Blowing him a playful kiss from his palm, a chuckle escaping his lips at his own ridiculousness, Elliot settled for holding that same confident pose with his chest forwards.
Admittedly feeling a blush creep up on his olive-toned cheeks, the singer smiled wider than humanly possible at his lover's words and compliments and sheepishly let out his answer, a warm feeling in his heart "W-well, that's certainly a first, then.." Trailing off, as if in thought, Elliot pulled himself together and back into the conversation with a cheeky grin back on his features despite his blush "After being around me for so many years, I guess I've blinded you with all my charms. Lucky for me, not so much for you, my love." Lightly tapping on the end of Virgil's nose in an attempt to tease him, placing a loving kiss to his boyfriend's cheek as if to protest the innocence he definitely didn't have, the singer let himself fall into a small fit of laughter, the sound coming out more as a girlish giggle than anything.
Trying not to blush again as Virgil suddenly became very protective, used to this kind of outright love during their friendship but now becoming quite shy as he realized it made things different now that he was his boyfriend, Elliot smiled wholly and let his teeth be full into view as he nodded and decided to bury his flushing face into Virgil's chest "Mmm...thank you, Virgil..." Trailing off and letting the other male's shirt mumble his embarrassment, the singer not really used to calling his lover by his name as it felt much too intimate, Elliot let himself enjoy the moment without making it too obvious; because while he'd never admit to it, he absolutely adored to be fussed over, and Virgil was much too perfect to even be human.
Unpeeling himself from Virgil again as the guitarist began to tease him again, his warm laugh bringing his attention back to the conversation, the Egyptian male returned the same relaxed laughter and no struggle returning his statement about his fashion "Well, that's not entirely true; I mean, I think you looked rather attractive in the gold bits of glitter tonight."
His blush certainly not fading away as Virgil continued on about their future wedding, bringing the small singer's hopes up far too high than was good for his heart, Elliot shook his head and returned the male's tease with a stammered out response "Y-you should know by now that f-fancy isn't even close to what I'd want...I despise fancy. I-I prefer the more fun alternatives." As if acting confident was making him any less nervous, Elliot chuckled rather sheepishly and tried to recover his stable heartbeat as he responded to Virgil's next request "Well, I-I'll be looking forward to it then, love. And no need to worry over that; I'll try my best not to be too affectionate in public, for your sake. It won't be easy though...you're too cute for your own good."
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Shaking his head at his stubborn boyfriend, holding back his frustrations in order to be able to fuss over Virgil, Elliot shot daggers as the guitarist spoke of obligations and was quick to retort the words from the obviously sick rock star "Of course it can wait! My god, you are sick as a dog, and here you are worrying over the fans...how endearing, really." Offering Virgil a smile despite his current frustrations, the thought of his lover worrying over their band making Elliot feel giddy, the singer finally reached his mobile phone and held no hesitation in dialing their manager's number as he continued to lecture Virgil "Hush now, doll; you will hardly be fine in this state. What good would it be to stand up there like this and give the people a half-hearted performance? Don't be ridiculous."
The click indicating someone had picked up on the other side interrupting his words, Elliot was just about to speak the words needed to cancel all activities for today when he watched Virgil attempt to stand and collapse under his own weight, the singer shrieking and dropping his phone in order to get to the guitarist in speed, only focused on his boyfriend who was laying passed out on the hotel room floor.
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Glad now that he'd had his phone so close to him when Virgil collapsed, the phone allowing him to call an ambulance to come and help him in his desperation, Elliot sat in complete shock beside his lover in a stark white hospital room with his hand tightly entangled in the guitarist's, refusing to leave his bedside. His body shaking uncontrollably, chewing nervously on his bottom lip, Elliot tried his best not to shed any tears as his emotions rose; The nurses at the hospital had told him that the likely cause of Virgil's collapse was a mix between overworking his body and his sudden sickness, but Elliot hardly saw it coming and there was nothing worse than admitting you were a terrible friend, and an even worse boyfriend. Taking a shaky breath, the singer buried his face in his free hand, letting his shoulders sag as he tried to regain some composure; he needed to be strong right now, and needed to be there for Virgil for the next while until he could get back on his feet.
