Of course. Why hadn't Elijah seen it before? Half-Blood. Looking at him now that was so very obvious. He lacked the self-control that came with being of pure blood. He lacked everything within his demeanour that would have suggested his blood. Elijah smiled, his features tight and turned his attention to his tea. He'd never be placed in the position Elijah would be. It was so much like becoming the King of a country. Suddenly you had all of these people you needed to look after and you were surrounded by others that wanted to manipulate you. Viktor had dealt with that since he was twenty-three. Elijah, for the first time in his life, actually felt grateful for what his father did.
"Of course," Elijah murmured in response. "Forgive me for being so presumptuous, and for going off on a tangent like that. It was wrong to have done so." Eli played with the cup, keeping his eyes on the liquid inside. His other hand was resting on the table, the palm facing the surface itself.
The younger brother was older than Elijah. What an embarrassment for the artist. Age was a constant reminder that he was nought but a child. It didn't matter what he did, he would still be naive and ignorant of adulthood. That was what frustrated Elijah the most. He had a job, he had income, he had a house and he had children yet in the eyes of his father, his tutor, his nanny and all of the other 'all-knowing' women in his family, he was just a boy.
Teenagers looking for a fight. Of course. That was an obvious answer. That's what they probably were too. Elijah nodded, accepting Alec's assessment of his potential attackers, and said nothing more. For, Elijah could not think of anything more. Was there anything more? Most likely not. Elijah's mind wasn't heading in any particular direction. He was wordless. He could have been a mute for all Alec would have known had he not spoken so fluently before. Now, he had nothing to say.
Clearing his throat, Elijah could only do but apologize for Alec's predicament. "I-it...can't be easy," he added.
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