Elias
Elias furrowed his brow, speaking quickly, "Phoebe, wait," he insisted, "I'm sorry." He had not been expecting the madame of a brothel to freak out about a kiss. He moved to stand, "You should stay. I'm the one who made you uncomfortable," his voice is smooth, calm.
He's noted her blush, and the simualtaneous look of sadness on her features. He doesn't know a lot about her past, but she had told him some key things the first time they had met, and Elias, for better or worse, had remembered. "Phoebe, I'm not looking for perfect."
She had once told him about trying to be perfect enough to be with anyone she was with, no matter the relationship. "I'm just looking for a chance." He knelt to tidy his basket, rolling his towel up after shaking it out, and carefully prepared to leave.
He's noted her blush, and the simualtaneous look of sadness on her features. He doesn't know a lot about her past, but she had told him some key things the first time they had met, and Elias, for better or worse, had remembered. "Phoebe, I'm not looking for perfect."
She had once told him about trying to be perfect enough to be with anyone she was with, no matter the relationship. "I'm just looking for a chance." He knelt to tidy his basket, rolling his towel up after shaking it out, and carefully prepared to leave.
I'm so tired of the shore, let me in, baby,
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
