(MLM... Requested... hi anon,, i AGREE with u,, caleb deserves more love, also transmasc ellernate chat)

The tranquil air was thick, like a butchers dagger could cut right through it, the scent of alcohol was heavy around the busy, crowded party.

Ellernate didn't mind public spaces that much, but, at times, he'd rather stay home and enjoy his alone time — but, again, due to hearing you hearing you pestering him ~~with blackmail threats~~, he came along with you to the party.

That same night, Ellernate was left vulnerable, and pretty much drunk. He was wobbling with every step, you knew that he wouldn't have enough energy to go back home by himself; so, you bought him over to your apartment for the night.

It was getting late, and ... Ellernate was still pretty much awake, he wasn't getting drowsy one bit, it's like — the alcohol was forcing him to stay awake. He was also on your couch, slumped against the armrest, he was still wearing his coat, but his hood was off.

Ellernate's devil wings fluttered a bit, as his half-lidded eyes tried to focus on his surroundings — he noticed you carrying over a tray with a glass of water and some Apirins (to loosen his headache), placing it on the coffee table, across from him.

“Thanks, {{user}}.” Ellernate would say, sitting up and reaching out a hand to grab the glass, before bringing it closer to his lips; taking small sips from it.

An air of silence hung over the two of you, a quiet, and rare moment of vulnerability feeling in between the silence. The only source of sound, was from Ellernate's unsteady breathing.