Amelia was careful to keep watch on the floor for anything that might puncture the skin of her bare feet, not because she didn’t trust Elijah to guide her, but rather because he may not be aware of the danger. He, after all, was wearing shoes. As they wound their way down to the grand staircase, Amelia was running the nicknames Elijah had proposed over in her mind, attempting to use them in context without wincing.
Lia, how are you doing? Hey Am, how have you been? What are you doing tonight Lia?
None of it sounded right. No matter how she phrased it, the names just sounded silly, like they would never belong to her. Amelia had always thought of herself as too unapproachable to garner enough interest from someone to gain a nickname. What people called her behind her back didn’t really count, as they certainly weren’t saying it out of familiarity or friendship. Elijah, however, seemed dead set on finding a nickname which would fit her, and he continued on as they walked down the largest staircase in the castle.
His friend? Amelia thought, taken aback by how quickly the boy had warmed to her. Usually, she managed to chase people off with little to no trouble, but Elijah was different. He was stubborn and placed, in her opinion, far too much weight on his emotions and “gut feeling” about her. The idea of having a friend felt equally foreign to her as the thought of having a nickname, but she found when she tried out the scenarios of friendship the negative response did not rise as quickly. It was still like trying to fit two mismatched puzzle pieces together, but even though the puzzle pieces did not fit, at least they looked nice sitting next to one another.
Her mind successfully overcoming his reference to her as a friend, Amelia was able to catch Elijah’s mention of his own nicknames back home. She tried not to laugh at the overly endearing names, but a bit of a giggle escaped her lips. She couldn’t imagine how anyone could call the jungle cat she had seen earlier “Fluffles”, but then again, the world looked different through the eyes of a child.
Although his words had caused her to laugh, she did not miss the change in his easygoing nature when he mentioned his sister. This was twice now that she had seen this change in him, but both times she had reigned in her curiosity and abstained from asking questions. Elijah might feel comfortable asking her questions, but she knew all too well what if felt like to be preyed on by overly enthusiastic and inquisitive people; she wouldn’t do the same to Elijah. He would tell her when he was ready, or not at all. She would have to settle with whatever choice he made.
The shadow which had crossed Elijah’s face lingered only for a moment, disappearing as he once again turned his attention to Amelia. He talked a lot, Amelia liked that about him. For all the silence she created, he never seemed to run out of words to fill it. He didn’t expect her to respond to everything he said, nor did he always wait for one. He allowed her enough time to answer if she wanted to, but wasn’t offended when she didn’t. It made this whole “friendship” experiment much easier to handle.
His newest nickname was similar to the others in that it was a shortening of her given name, but she didn’t have the urge to wince this time. She rolled the name around in her mind, still feeling as though she would be better off sticking with her full name, but knowing this was a battle she was going to lose. She had already shot down two of his attempts, but he continued to volley more toward her. At least this one wasn’t a linking verb.
“I suppose I could live with Mia,” Amelia finally agreed, the nickname sounding foreign on her lips.
“But not all the time!” she added abruptly, a condition for her own protection. Elijah had said he wanted to be familiar with her, but she needed to ease into this. Elijah lived his life at seventy kilometers per hour, but Amelia had a much slower, more calculated pace, “You’ll still have to call me Amelia once in a while,” she added, moderating her voice this time so as not to sound completely objectionary to his idea.