A tilt of his head. His delicate hand trails idly through the soft grass. (His blue eyes glint and his smirk is sick and twisted. He just laughs.) "Would you desire aid in rising, my lady?"
(With an intense look, the sheets pull back seemingly of their own volition. Elan laughs, shakes his head, and then returns his attentions to Shelley.)
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(His blue eyes glint and his smirk is sick and twisted. He just laughs.)
"Would you desire aid in rising, my lady?"
(With an intense look, the sheets pull back seemingly of their own volition. Elan laughs, shakes his head, and then returns his attentions to Shelley.)