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Elision
Legacy Name: Elision


The Glacier Devonti
Owner: Aerrow

Age: 18 years, 5 months, 6 days

Born: October 12th, 2007

Adopted: 18 years, 5 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 12th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 18
     
  • Books Read: 18
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed





Elision Isaac Alexander
Professional Novelist
Clinically Albino
Filthy Rich<
Gifted with Patience

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Each time he pulled his Mercedes into the garage and put his key in the lock, he paused. He always stood there, sometimes for several minutes, mentally preparing himself before he entered his own home. There was usually an okay, Eli, take a deep breath, phase before he finally turned the key and pushed the door open. Quietly.
Everything had to be done quietly. Carefully.
He remembered the days when he would get out of his car, slam the door, jangle his keys loudly as he attempted to fumble the lock open, swing the door wide and shut it noisily without a care. Because it hadn’t mattered then. There was always a warm, smiling face on the other side of that door back then, always a hug and a “how was your day?”
Now though, now was always something different. Sometimes it was a quiet “hi,” with the tiniest of smiles from a thin, bruised face. Sometimes a look of utter shock followed by a sudden realization, and then fountains of tears, and Eli holding the frail body of his partner tight telling him everything was going to be alright. Still other times, he’d opened his door to a scream of terror, and unidentified objects lobbed at his head. Once he’d taken an expensive antique vase to the temple, which had broken his glasses and cost him a nice four-stitch scar on his temple.

Today though, as he eased the door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a smile tingle at the corner of his lips. He reminded himself not to get too excited, that his partner, Asrael, was memory impaired and had been for months, and just because he heard a good sign, didn’t mean everything was perfect. But today, the piano was playing. The beautiful baby grand at the bottom of his spiral staircase had sat untouched, gathering dust for nearly a year. Once, it had filled his home with beautiful classical sounds as Asrael’s fingers struck the keys, either playing for fun or composing. It had resonated to be heard all throughout the house—while Eli was sleeping, while he was making breakfast, while writing in the library. Asrael played constantly. He was a brilliant pianist—or he had been, until the accident.
Eli remembered everything vividly. He’d always heard that traumatic events turned out to be foggy, unclear memories in the future. That was simply not true. He remembered every tiny detail in perfect clarity. Kissing Asrael goodbye without getting out of bed, dozing back off as his partner had driven off to work in the pouring rain, the phone ringing an hour later. He’d ignored the ringing twice. On the third time, after realizing that he hadn’t got his usual “I’m at work, love you,” text, he became worried and answered. He’d never forget the voice of the female nurse.
“Is this Elision Alexander?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“I am a nurse at Mercy Hospital.”
His heart had dropped as she continued, “we have a patient here by the first name Asrael, and this number was his only listed emergency contact. Are you family?”
Eli’s voice had cracked as he sat straight up in bed, “I’m all he has. Why? What’s happened?”
“Asrael has been in an accident. He’s suffered several broken bones on the left side of his body as well as significant head injuries. He’s currently in critical condition and is schedule to go into surgery any minute to relieve the pressure on his brain.”
It must have been a long time that Eli was silent, because the nurse had said, “Mr. Alexander?”
“I’m coming,” he had choked and hung up, throwing his clothes on and running out into the rain. He had sat in the waiting room of the intensive care unit for what felt like eons before someone finally came and gave him an update.
Asrael was stable, but in a drug-induced coma to allow his brain to recover. He remained in critical condition and would be kept unconscious for at least a week. They had no knowledge of how badly his frontal lobe had been damaged, only this his “memory would certainly be affected.”
Eli had remained faithfully by his partner’s bedside for five long, excruciating months. At first it was holding his hand even though he knew Asrael couldn’t feel him, playing soft piano music on a little stereo at the bedside. Then it was the excitement of finally seeing those big brown eyes open, even though they didn’t really see him. In that time, he’d watched him waste away from the bright man he knew to a thin, frail body with constant bruising around the eyes. He’d watched his dark curls grow back from the burr his head had been shaved into for his surgery. He’d watched a dozen tubes and wires turn into only a couple. He’d thought watching had been the worst, until Asrael’s consciousness had fully returned.

That was worst of all, because Asrael didn’t remember him at all. There was no recognition in his eyes, only panic. He would sleep and wake, always waking in terror at the needle in his arm and the beeping machine hooked to his chest. He would look around wildly, trying to understand where he was, and whenever Eli would reach out to him, he would recoil, yelling “who are you?!”
Months passed. His memory improved. Asrael would wake and panic, then slowly remember and burst into tears, frustrated at himself. This went on for months, until finally Eli was able to take him home. His memory was permanently damaged, and he would always face difficulties, but for the most part, he would remember. Having him home again had been nice, except when he’d forget again, which meant vases being launched at Eli’s face.
Eli had never asked why Asrael had stopped playing the piano. He’d avoided the question afraid that his partner had perhaps forgotten his beautiful talent. He had just let the $50,000 instrument become a dust collector. And so, today was a big day, hearing the mallets hitting the strings, driven by keystrokes from thin fingers.
Eli tried to contain his excitement; just because As was playing didn’t mean he’d remember Eli fully. He slipped carefully around the corner, peeking into the grand foyer where the piano sat by the staircase.
Asrael was there, in sweats and bare-feet with a blanket draped over his thin shoulders. His hair had finally grown back out to its original thick waves, and Eli’s fingers itched to hug his partner from behind and bury his face in those waves like he once had. Intimacy had been quite an issue as one could well imagine.
He stood there for a long time, listening. The melody Asrael played was soft and somber, almost sad with its minor cords and deep bass sounds. Eli prayed it wasn’t a reflection of his mood. Then suddenly, the playing stopped, abruptly and without warning, on a chord that signaled no kind of ending.
Eli held his breath.
“I know you’re there, Eli, you can come sit with me.”
The voice was soft, sleepy. Asrael didn’t turn around, but scooted down the bench, making room for Eli to sit at the instrument next to him. Eli had silently crossed the room and sat down slowly. “Have you had a good day?”
Asrael nodded, finally turning his face to meet him. He was always pale, always had those dark bruises under his eyes. “Yes, everything has went well today. I made myself toast and the piano looked really sad sitting over here. I dusted it off.”
Eli noticed how shiny the black surface was. “That’s lovely, As, I’ve missed your playing so much.”
Asrael smiled the smallest of smiles, putting his narrow fingers back on the ivory. “Now that you’re home, I can play for you. I was waiting for you to get here.”
Eli’s heart swelled. How long he had waited for this day. He gathered Asrael up and hugged him tightly, those familiar brown curls tickling his nose as he laid his cheek on As’ hair. Tender fingers, the fingers of a musician, reached to stroke his face. Eli leaned away then, putting his hands on either of Asrael’s shoulders then pulling him forward and kissing him straight on the mouth.
“I love you,” he said, “I always have and I always will. I’ve missed this so much.”
Asrael laughed. “I should play more often now,” he said, the first playful remark he’d made in months.
“Play all you want,” Eli said, gesturing at the keys with his hand. “I’ll sit here all day, all night if you wish.”
Asrael smiled once more, and put his fingers back to the ivory, beginning a new song; this one brighter, more cheerful.
Eli closed his eyes, listening to the beautiful melody. Like this, things felt almost normal. Like before. Perhaps the storm was finally over, perhaps Asrael in all his piano-playing, brown-eyed perfection was back to himself.

Eli reminded himself not to get his hopes too high. Tomorrow could be another scream followed by a vase or a toaster or a book lobbed at him. But today, today was C-chords and fingers stroking new-grown hair. Today was music resonating off the walls once more and soft kisses pressed to a forehead full of in-tact memories. Today was perfect. Yes, today was worth it. It was worth every tear, every moment by the bedside, worth all four of those stitches that had been put in his temple, worth all the time he’d devoted to rehabilitating a broken man. All the pain and the suffering, all the nights sleeping in a bedside chair had led to something wonderful, had led up to this—to perfect, restored happiness.




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