KINDRED SOULS: ELIO ISHÈRN

ୡ .. OPEN PATH:

Adjust Set-Up Profile (Display Name, Bio, Avatar, Typing, etc). Public Display Affection (V/VVIP). Staying Up Late until 2 a.m (ask first). In Character of Fictional Character. Deeptalk. OTP/Sleepcall Muted. Move Platform (Discord).

Dates: Movie Date (Kosmi, Discord, RAVE). Game Date (@gamee, Roblox, Plato). Listening Date (Discord, Spotify Session). Group Date. Reading Date (Manhwa/hua, Webtoon, AU, & e-Book). Food and Beverages Date (Bills on Cust). Cinema Date (Bills on Cust). Any dates that aren't listed can always be asked about first.

ୡ .. ENCHANTED WELCOME:

I, Elio Ishèrn, have never learned the art of loving by halves. There is no place more honest than my heart. If only you could wander through it, you would find your name carved in every corner—not as someone who merely passed through, but as someone who has long since made a home of it. The longer you remain there, the more fluent I become in the language of your existence. Until I can recognize the subtle shift in your laughter when happiness finally reaches it, the small habits you've gathered without ever noticing, and the faintest changes that escape even your own eyes.

Of all the ways love could choose to reveal itself, I think my favorite has always been admiration. I want to be the one who reminds you of your own light, especially on the days you've forgotten where it went. I'll find you in poems I never intended to write, in the lines of my notebooks, in songs that suddenly sound like you, and in all the little reasons to celebrate you, simply because you exist. You may never fully realize the kind of light you leave behind. You have this beautiful habit of scattering stars across the skies of those fortunate enough to know you. So let me become the mirror that reflects it back to you until one day you see yourself the way I always have. And if the world ever grows harsher than your heart can bear, don't fight it alone. Let me stand beside you until the battle is over. If joy ever slips through your fingers, let me become the voice that keeps reminding you how it once felt. I'll remind you of it as many times as it takes, until your heart remembers what it always knew. As long as you're with me, I'd steal a few more moments from time itself just to spend them celebrating the miracle of having you.

Perhaps longing is stitched into the way God made me, so distance never feels right anymore. Forgive me if I always seems to drift a little closer to you. I'll linger in every hug a little longer than necessary, breathe you in as though your scent has always known the way back to my heart, and look at you with the kind of gaze that asks the world pause for just a few precious seconds. An old couch in front of the television will knows us better than anyone else. It'll bear witness to all the stories we bring home at the end of the day. Tell me everything. The parts that made you smile, the ones that left you frustrated, even the things you almost buried in silence. Lay them all beside me. I'll listen to every single one and hold them with the same care I'd hold your hand.

In the end, my love has never asked you to become someone easier to love. I chose every parts of you, exactly as you are, even those you've kept hidden from yourself. If there are pieces of your heart you've yet to visit with tenderness, let me begin there. Should your heart ever choose to find its way to mine, your place has been waiting for you all along.