Well, I hate to disappoint, my friend, but elves turn up much less as causative agents of disease than this ask seems to expect. They do make an appearance in a number of early medieval English texts, it’s true. And as such, they illustrate interestingly ways in which the supernatural could influence the natural world. Medieval medicine often does acknowledge such potential interactions between the supernatural and the natural, e.g. through the value of ritual actions, prayers, and charms. And, occasionally, elves.*
*understanding what early medieval medical authors meant when they said “elves" is, as you doubtless figured out, a challenge.
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“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.” w/ charles leclerc please and thank you and lots of love!!! <3
i cant tell if i like this or not but here u go lovely <3
elevators (cl16)
─── what else is there to do when you're stuck in an elevator?
you lean against the corner of the elevator, arms crossed over your chest as you watch charles frantically smash his index finger against the buttons. none of them light up, not even the emergency call button makes a sound. you were stuck.
the lights flicker above the two of you as charles presses his phone to his ear, muttering panicked italian as he explains the situation at hand— kindly leaving out the fact that he was stuck with his “a little more than a friend” too. you lean your head back, bumping against the corner with a soft thud. charles paces back and forth, thumb running over his bottom lip as a tick.
“you know, the more you move, the hotter you’ll get.”
he chuckles humorlessly, “yeah probably.”
you can see the stress in his features as he settles on the opposite end of the elevator, hands rubbing against his sullen face. the silence is thick, though you might be able to chuck that the lack of circulation in the dead lift. whatever the case may be, you didn’t like the way it felt. the uneasiness, the space between the two of you despite the lack of it from the night before, none of it felt right.
“uh… what did they say?” you try. charles picks up his head, head tilting as if to ask you to clarify, “whoever you called… did they say anything? like how long it’ll take or something?”
“oh uh… no. but they said they’ll call the hotel so it shouldn’t be too long.”
silence again. charles shifts on his feet, soft thuds as the soles of his puma sneakers hit the cold marble floor. you push off the wall, taking slow steps towards him. he watches you with every step you take, green eyes glowing with curiosity and a half smile that makes one dimple indent his right cheek. he looks good in the warm elevator light, amusement taking over the stress on his face.
“do you want to kiss?”
charles laughs, straightening his posture as his hands find themselves on your waist to pull your frame against him. your palms rest against his sturdy chest, his head dipping down low enough so that his nose brushes against yours.
“yeah. absolutely, i do.”
you giggle as his presses his pink lips against yours, kissing you slowly. your soft laughter slowly fades away as your lips keep up with his own, savoring the way they feel against yours. soft, tastes like his toothpaste. you can feel his hands drop down to your hips, sliding around to your bottom to give it a soft squeeze before dipping into the back pocket of your jeans. your hands come up to cup his jaw, pulling him even closer than he already his, the kiss intensifying as you do so. he takes a staggering step forward, walking you backward against another wall. his hands leave your pockets, gripping your hips as he pulls it flush against his pelvis. a soft moan bubbles from you as you pull his ferrari cap off his head to run your fingers through his fluffy hair. your grip his hair in your fist, a deep groan bubbling from his throat. and just as his hand grips your thigh to wrap your leg around him, you hear movement beyond the metal doors.
you both pull away, lips bright and swollen, hair in disarray. the people on the opposite side of the doors move quickly, and you both try to keep up as you begin to mess with your hair and charles lets you go to stand a couple of inches to your left. firefighters greet you with a smile as the doors are forced open, extending a hand to help you both out of the elevator. you mumble thanks to the staff and workers who stood around you, most already directing their attention to the driver who happily shakes hands and signs miscellaneous items.
you wait quietly outside the crowd, and for the briefest of moments you catch his eye. the world slows for a second as you share a cheeky smile and the secret of what happened in the little box before the doors were pried open, all the people around you completely unaware of just how smitten the two of you were for each other.
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