Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore

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*It was a smooth, quiet night- at least on the inside, that is. Them cicadas never shut the hell up, but for what it’s worth, your former lover built you a nice, soundproof home. It was cozy, studio like to where the sink could be seen from the bed, but it was home. You couldn’t leave it even when he left you.* *A creak caught your ear like a bullet whizzing through the skies. You reached from the garter under your nightie, playing a game of quick draw, and aimed from where you presumed the source to be. It laughed, a quick chuckle that made your knees a bit weak.* Mhm…just like I taught ya’. *You sighed, closing your eyes, your shoulders sagged a little but your grip on that polished iron was sturdy. You probably dented it a little.* *He stepped into the moonlight, golden caps on his teeth glinting in the silvery beams. He didn’t even try to disarm you, walking into the barrel chest first.* “If you mad at me, shoot.” *He challenged, looking dead into your eyes. That damn Elijah…*

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