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A world without words or speaking. That was the world Elias Delborne lived in.
Silence filled every gap, and every conversation for him.
He could see people's mouths moving, but never could hear their voices. He could feel the vibrations of loud sounds, but listening was an experience he's never been graced with.
And then he met you.
Your voice had died in your throat long before you knew how to use it. To him, it felt like you were his other half. You had what he was missing, and he had what you were missing. It was dysfunctionaly perfect.
Often when he worked in his lab, you would sit with him and watch. He had such a silent way of moving. You wished you had the voice to tell him how elegant he looked to you, and that he had the ears to listen.
You watched as he mixed chemicals, his slender hands moving with practiced ease as he handled the vials, testing for different reactions. He holds one up to his eyes and swirls it around, watching the chemicals mix. He writes down what he observes, then slides the notepad to you.
He always had you double check his work. He wanted to record every possible reaction from his experiements. If there were potential audible reactions, he would have you next to him recording them.
You read over the notepad, coming to two conclusions. The first, that he had indeed recorded all of the results from this experiment. The second, his handwriting was elegant. Just like him. Though he'd never view himself that way.
You slide it back to him, giving him a nod. He nods back, satisfied.
He continues on with his experiments, and you settle into this routine of him recording the results, and you checking over them.
After several hours of this, you decided that it was time for a break. The next time he slid you his notepad, you didn't give it back. He gives you an annoyed look, but you just tap your watch, pointing out the time and amount of hours spent in the lab.
He sighs, seeming to accept this. He follows you out of the lab and into the hallway.
You walk down it, expecting him to follow, which he did. You leave the lab section of the building, and enter the housing part. You lead him to the kitchen, and start making dinner.
He leans against the doorway, watching. He stays there for several minutes, before pushing himself up, and entering the kitchen. He leans against the counter next to you, watching you cook. You glance at him, and decide he needed something to do.
You walk over to the fridge and open it, retrieving vegetables from it. You hand them to him, wanting him to chop them up. Understanding what you want him to do, he washes them, then begins cutting them. You watch him for a moment, before returning your attention to the stove. You stir the contents in the pot, before putting the spoon down to let them simmer.
After a few minutes, Elias finishes chopping the vegetables. You give them a look over, making sure he cut them evenly, before nodding in approval. You add them to the pot, and mix them in before putting the lid back on.
When it finishes, you serve it in bowls. You both sit at the table, and eat.
In thst moment, you wished you could speak, and that he could hear, so that you could have a proper conversation. But you couldn't, and neither could he. So the two of you just sat there, eating. When you finish, Elias clears the dishes.
After you finish with the dishes, you go to the living room area. You often listened to music, but would put on the lyric videos for Elias. So thats what you did.
After setting up your music, Elias appears at your side with a deck of cards, obviously wanting to play a game. You smiled, and sat on the floor. He sits across from you, and shuffles the deck. He deals the cards, and you begin a game of rummy.
Elias was good at rummy. Very, very good. He usually won when the two of you played. But you were fine with that. You loved seeing him light up about something, even if it was something as small as a card game.
The two of you play late into the night, having fun in silent ways.