have you written anything about that moron elias finally realizing he's in love?
He flips a page of the book held in his hands absentmindedly. Its contents are thick and the cover is a shade of bright blue. His orbs scan the text for a moment until they turn, analyzing one next over. He flips it again, repeats the process, and ultimately sighs when he finds he's on page 65. Of the 100 pages, it's taken him this long to find the word he was searching for.
His gloved hand stops momentarily as he scans a fresh page. There's a word in the middle of it that stuck out to him. One consisting of 4 letters and 1 syllable. The word he's been trying not to notice furtively after all these months. His eyes slowly scan over the text and absorb its definition.
love
ləv
noun
noun: love; plural noun: loves
1.
an intense feeling of deep affection.
Elias Ainsworth slammed the Dictionary shut and set it aside on his desk. He keeps the page bookmarked, of course. In case he'd ever need a refreshment of what it truly meant. He'd heard around that "love" meant very differently to creatures and humans. Its definition was too general for his taste and he was finding it rather difficult to comprehend its context.
He found that "love", itself, was quite interpretative. He considered the relationships around him for an example. Titania and Oberon's marriage could have been viewed from any angle. He found chemistry between the two, despite their behavior around each other and their signs of affection. Compared to the couples he'd find wandering London, their attraction for each other was very...unique.
Elias took that into mind when he thought about himself and Chise. Granted, he wasn't very experienced with these types of things. He had been aware of the word before but only contemplated its meaning after meeting...her. He'd never forget the day. Mainly because he spent 500 million pounds in one afternoon, but also because of how Chise looked. She was thin to the bone, eyes bagged due to sleep deprivation, and her posture poor because of previous depression. He had found a broken girl and bought her right on the spot.
But it wasn't that which drew him in. After she met and familiarized with Ruth, Chise had begun blossoming beautifully. Physically, she was full of color and finally had a healthy amount of weight. And after a few nights of sleeping in a generous bed, her eyes were full of life and energy. She began opening up to him the more time he'd spent with her, going in depth about her life with her family and of her past. Which wasn't all that interesting, but it certainly meant a lot to him, nonetheless.
The monster leaned back in his chair, resting his jaw on the tip of his fingers as he looked around the room casually. There was no doubting it now. He felt differently about her from the other humans he'd met. Elias was hostile with Simon and he absolutely hated children, but he made Chise an exception. And she proved to him that it certainly was the trouble. She'd given life to their home and now gave Elias a reason to return back to the place entirely. Her.
And he loved her.
The thought of it confused Elias. After all of these years he spent isolated from their species, he felt a human emotion. And he happened to feel it exclusively for Chise and Chise alone. He finally met the one who'd become his mate, but he was starting to feel unsure of her reciprocation. Her confession to him had been dismissed awhile ago, so, if anything, he had just let her down when he felt quite the opposite.
Elias stared down at the papers scattered across his desk quietly. They were an assortment of of bills and letters. He kept one separated from the rest, and it contained a list of things he'd been meaning to do. As he crossed one out every day, it seemed a new one would appear only moments after. And it was often caused by Chise needing something or making plans with him at the last minute.
He leaned forward and took a pen off from the side of the desk. He added a new bullet to the list, making sure it was brief and to the point so he wouldn't overthink it. After he was done writing, he clicked the pen off and sat back in his chair. His orbs observed the words he'd written down intently.
-Confess to Chise.
His gaze slowly crawled up the list, making note of how many things he was already supposed to do. By this rate, his confessed to her would be within a week. And he wasn't so sure if confessing to her by then was a good idea. Her duration as a Slay Vega was diminishing, and he knew it well. That thought gnawed at his insides and made him squeeze his hand in temporary worry.
"I'll get to it eventually," He assured himself, picking up the pair and looking through it. "After all, I'm sure she feels the same. Surely my meeting with the Church isn't as important..."
Elias shook his skull, mentally scolding himself for even debating the idea of crossing a task out. His work for the church was necessary to prove himself useful. At the same time, confessing his feelings for Chise also seemed, if not more, important. Maybe her feelings had slipped for him overtime since he gave her the wrong idea? Of not understanding human emotions enough to feel the same for her?
He sighed again at the sad thought. Even if his love wasn't returned, he wouldn't make things awkward. Chise was his student and apprentice at best. If she didn't yearn for him as a lover like he did, then he could at least provide her with his knowledge of magic and fae. That way they would still rely on one another, even if Chise didn't feel the same for him.
And, in a week, he'd know for sure.
