he’s always had a certain passion for music. It was bittersweet really, it helped him take aggression out—

but not so good for others.

It was midnight, possibly even later. And a little someone had woken you up to loud banging.

“elijah..can you quiet down?” You asked as nicely as you could.

“my bad baby.”

He takes a pause, setting the drumsticks to his side as he looks at your tired figure.

“you alright?”

You two aren’t even necessarily together, does that stop him?

of course not.