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    Elijah self-harms. Ever since eighth grade when he was beginning high-school. Things seemed to get better for him after going to community college when he met Nate. They started to date, things should have gotten better. Like any addiction, though, it didn't stop. It just got worse and worse, consuming him in a whirlwind of blades and lighters. Of course, he doesn't think of suicide. Nate helps him with that. If he hadn't met Nate, he would be long gone. But, he did meet Nate. He understands, and doesn't try to get him to stop just supports him. Nate has his own issues, too.

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    [glow=white,2,300]nathaniel greyson[/glow]


    [size=7pt]he didn't know why drugs were so important, or why he'd even tried them in the first place. he just didn't know. hell, he didn't even know when it had all started. but the fact of the matter was that he had an addiction he wasn't willing to cope with. nate knew that much. he just wasn't too keen on facing reality. it's not like he dod anything hardcore though; marijuana and pain killers were the majority of it. he had no desire to try anything too strong like heroin or meth. now that would kill him and even if he was ruining his liver, he wasn't dead, or at least yet. but as far as nathaniel was concerned, he had bigger issues to deal with and himself was not one of them.


    [ late reply. gomen. ]

    eli sits in his room, the bed springs creaking softly under his slim weight. he stands up suddenly, that urge stirring strong within him. it was an invisible string, always pulling him to the nearest blade or cigarette lighter. they had plenty of those, nate and him. lighters. since nate was always smoking, eli always had enough lighters for a lifetime's supply of self-harm. he dug around in his sock drawer and eventually found both a knife, a small one, and a cigarette lighter. he brought them back to his bed and flicked the pocketknife open, reveling at its dim glow in the light of the evening that shone through the windows. he brought it to his waist, after pulling his shirt up, and made the first cut.

    [align=center][size=7pt]for once, he was actually sober. half the time he was either too hung over form the former night's party and throwing his guts up, or too stoned to really do anything at all. but tonight was a different occasion. nothing special, he just didn't feel the need to. which was the soul reason nate had gotten up to go find elijah, who he could only presume to be in his room. the dirty blonde dragged his fingers across the wall of the corridor as he made his way down it. eventually, nathaniel was right in front of the threshold. he calmly brought up a hand, gently rasping his knuckles against the door to alarm that he was there. "it's me." he voiced before reaching for the door handle, pushing it open to only find a not so surprising sight. nate stood there for a good minute or so, before sighing bluntly, "put it down." his voice was soft - caring really.

    eli looked up at him. he hadn't gotten very far, really. several. ten, maybe? it was on his waist and his light shirt was dampened and stained with his own blood. he shakily took the knife away from his blood-smeared skin and set it down on the bed, dropping his shirt and looking up at nate. "why?" he asks - whispers, actually. he peers up at his boyfriend through his dark hair, his eyes confused as if a child is asking his parent why he can't have candy.


    ooc ;; low muse, really sorry.

    [align=center][size=7pt]"christ." he murmured, taking a few steps over to the bed until he was in front of the other. nate quickly reached out, taking the knife in his hands and placing it on the drawer a good few feet away. he then cautiously reached out, his hand carefully touched the side of the other's face before he gently ran his fingers through his hair, slowly shaking his head, "you know why." he answered in a more firm tone, a fairly melancholic expression washing over his face.


    [ it's cool uwu ]

    "it's an addiction, though," he murmured, staring earnestly up at the boy that was caressing his face. "just like the addictions you have, i have mine," he added. "you say to stop, but that would be like pulling away all of your drugs without even warning you." he sifted around for the right word or phrase. "cold turkey. it would be like going cold turkey."

    [align=center][size=7pt]retracting his hand, he then flinched. he was right. their problems were different but the same concept. nate then sighed, pursing his lips together before pretty much admitting defeat, "i guess you have a point," he stated blatantly before adding, "but just no more tonight, okay? please." if he could go one night without so much as taking a drag, he was sure the other could last for just a little awhile without hurting himself.