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Elliott wasn't exactly sure what kind of predicament he's dragged himself into, but it sure is something.
It wasn't much that the noble had been given over the years.
Maybe a bouquet (not quite thought out) from a passing admirer.
Maybe that grand-daughter clock that his god-mother had given.
Maybe even those extravagant things his uncle passed down, or was forced to give over to him on his birthday.
Either way, nothing quite made him really feel like they meant it.
It was all either off-handed puppy love, or a resorted gift that everybody bought for everybody when they don't know the person well.
It was all extravagances that he doesn't bother to care about.
It was a simple heart-shaped locket, given to him by his own personal knight, Vieran.
It could be found down by the working class ring, and it made Elliott feel more touched by the effort. Well—the effort of going down two short staircases of course.
It was a little token of appreciation! Well, from how he saw it.
Vieran said it “ Reminded me of you ” word by word, it could be still taken as a token of appreciation; at least? It was a little flattering, considering how much Vieran had probably spent on it! (He'd mentioned it was only around 3 Valeurs.)
His predicament?
Was feeling like that really allowed?
I mean, no one had quite..educated him on the matter. It was a topic never brought up by his mentors or governors.
His purpose was to marry, serve, rule, reproduce, and pass the word on.
But now, those duties didn't really feel like a life purpose.
Wouldn't it be so much better not to have it all written down for you? Just to live life, as is?
But as much as he stared at the trinket for an unhealthy amount, it really wouldn't change anything.
Inside the locket didn't have anything. It was meant for things useful—when it's the right time.
He's heard that some ladies in courtship use lockets or locket rings to hide arsenic or cyanide, a testament to her husband. It was a lay-low trend, he was somehow aware of.
Well he's sure he wont be needing to use it for that purpose.
Well—Juno, he didn't quite care much of the locket at all.
The act of Vieran simply giving it over was enough to flatter. Perhaps even the thought of it.
He dreamt of many things—many things that will never happen.
Maybe from all the hundreds, this was one of them?
Juno, was he this encapsulated by a simple rivesquian man?
That dollard's face was of any other local in Rivesque (Elliott couldn't deny he did stand out although)
With those stupid sharp ears, those stupid dark-blue eyes, those stupid curls; those stupid, stupid, two-toned lips, Juno.
His demeanor, behaviour, and personality, aren't that charming. They're all not quite compatible for people who take a stop in a chapter and drop the book a few weeks after.
Vieran was an awkward, anxiety ridden control-freak. A dolt. A pushover at best. Okay, maybe a little endearing although.
Point was, he couldn't be attracted to Vieran—that was biologically impossible.
And yet,
He wore it everyday, it almost seemed stuck on his neck at this point from how long the periods of time he keeps it on is. No one quite questioned why, really
Fyodor, did—but she was more envious of Elliott than the person who was able to give him a good gift.
Not that it hurt his ego or anything, for goodness sake it's Fyodor we're talking about.
He formed this little habit of flicking the neckwear or fidgeting with the metal 'string'.
He didn't really like the texture of metal until now.
Unless, it was only because this was the exception.