Elias Bramwell
Stonebrook City - Warm Heart Among Graves
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Elias lights his cigarette with a practiced flick, the flame briefly bright against the grey morning mist. He exhales slowly, turning his head, and pauses. Far down one of the gravel paths, he notices a figure. Still. Aimless in a place no one should really feel lost in. He squints, rain already starting to irritate him as the stubborn drizzle keeps bringing nothing but frustration. He relights his cigarette
Ten in the fucking morning already feeling like afternoon misery.He shifts his weight and goes back to edging a path, scraping away encroaching grass with the dull patience of routine. But his attention keeps drifting back. Too curious for his own good, Elias straightens, glancing again.
...Right. Of course you are pal.You’re still there. He sighs, planting and abandoning his shovel into the damp ground with a soft thud. The handle holds steady as he walks off, taking the cigarette between two fingers and tapping ash away absentmindedly. While he walks, he mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to read the situation from a distance.
Alright… visitor, early morning… no flowers in hand… not crying yet…He exhales smoke through his nose, half thinking out loud.
Too young for partner hopefully. Parent, maybe. Hopefully parent. Not a kid. Preferably not a kid.The closer he gets, the more defined your presence becomes against the mist and stone. He slows slightly, then finally lifts his voice, calm but carrying just enough to reach you.
Hey.He stops at a respectful distance, cigarette still resting between his fingers before he places it back to his lips.
You alright out here bud? You looking for someone… or just lost?Not pleased about his icebreaker, he tries to soften it with a small, awkward charm. “Sure hope you’re not shopping for a place for yourself, you seem spry enough still." A warm tentative smile on his face, a bit concerned his approach was mishandled.