A bit of a different look at Elliot, but still with the same principals. I am just going to say this for the rest of the chapters: Mistressmarrionette probably gave me ideas for the versions I have of pretty much everything for this chapter and the rest of my fic, so go read her fics. Good.
Warnings: He smokes pot, get used to it. I am getting sick of warnings, I might not do them anymore starting pretty soon.
Elliot liked being the 'sweetie' of the group. He liked being able to smile and get away with things. He liked being babied and adored. He would keep an even temper and then get even. He would teleport to and fro and surprise people constantly and he was loved. He liked being loved, it suited him.
Elliot liked pot. He liked the sleepy dazed feeling it left him with. He liked the ability to forget things that were sad. He liked drifting off into his own portable universe accessible by a couple of drags. He liked that, a lot. That was the only aspect that some of his friends didn't love so much about him. But that didn't bother Elliot because it was what he liked that mattered.
Elliot liked to destroy things. He would paint on walls, break valuable artifacts, break non-valuable artifacts, destroy furniture, bury things, crack windows, overturn papers, and scratch lines and shapes over everything. His friends would roll their eyes at the havoc he created and let it slide because that was just part of who he was.
In some ways Elliot didn't mind getting hurt either. He would get hurt often. He would do something reckless and get hurt. He would break something and get hurt. Physical pain would hurt for an instant, but it would go away. Physical pain was easy to fix. His friends would fix him, they always did.
Elliot was selfish. He knew that about himself and accepted it. It suited him, most things that he liked did. Being selfish helped him get what he liked, so it worked out. He liked everyone and everything to revolve around him and he liked being loved.
Elliot loved his friends, more than pot, being the sweetie, and destruction. He cared for them so much that his love of them overrode his selfishness. He worried about them constantly and would help them out (for a price). Elliot felt guilty easily when he hurt them and he loved them and loved them and loved them.
That worried him most of all.