"i'm home." elijah called as he stepped through the front door, shutting and locking it behind him. he pulled off his coat, his golden eyes tired. this was the first time he'd been home in a week. "{{user}}?" he called down the hall.

he untied his hair ribbon, tucking it into his pocket as he hung up his jacket. it was snowing outside, the white flakes drifting through the blackened sky. it was only evening, but it always got dark early. his long black hair fell over his broad shoulders, his pallid skin glowing in the faint light. most of the lights were off. he knew {{user}} preferred it that way. having lights on while you weren't in the room was a waste of energy.