[Elliot Winslow]

Elliot Mason Winslow
FACE CLAIM: Brendon Urie

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: Local - Music Store Owner

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: N/A

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

First Try
Tell them I couldn't take the pain of loneliness
I am feeling low and I'm singing in my sleep
When you're around will you comfort me?
I'll dream of you and the smile that you give to me

"Mom? Are you okay?" He peered into his parents' bedroom and noticed his mother laying on her side of the bed, eyes staring at the empty space that symbolized all that she'd lost just a week prior. It was becoming a habit to check in on her, making sure that she got some kind of sleep. He'd just left his sisters' rooms, doing the same thing. His mother didn't move, but he could hear her voice carrying, a song that his parents used to sing to them when they were young. Elliot would remember it anywhere, he'd heard it over the course of ten years, but the way she sang it now was much different than they had sang it before. It was sad and lonely.

He took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom, ignoring the cold chill that hit him once he passed the threshold. Climbing into the bed beside her, he rubbed her back gently and began humming the song along with her.


Camisado
No it's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal

"I'm sorry, Elliot," His mother whispered to him one night after he had spent the whole day making sure his sisters were taken care of. They got to school on time, went to their extracurriculars on time, and were dropped off at their friends' houses. With them taken care of, he'd gone to work where he made minimum wage and came home to do homework and study. He was a smart kid, he always had been, but he was 'unfocused,' that's what the teacher had told his mother because he was failing.

He couldn't blame her, and he didn't. He had a job to do; take care of his family. He had to make sure they were okay. He held no resentment towards his mother, she was doing the best that she could. She could only do so much.


Always
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know

"You don't need school! You're a musician, Elliot. You're smart and you're talented, you can do anything you want to." She was always telling him things like that. He didn't quite see what the big picture was, he'd just dropped out of high school so that he could work full time and pursue music. He was still doing what he could to support his family, school was just getting in the way of his time.

Elliot grinned and wrapped his arms around her, swinging her around. When he set her back on her feet, he placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head up to look at him, "Marry me." It was the only thing that made sense to him.


The End of All Things
In these coming years
Many things will change
But the way I feel
Will remain the same

"We're having a baby!" Corinne was following the ten year plan that she'd set up for them. He didn't expect it to work, but a year into their marriage, five years after they met and they were expecting a baby. Elliot was terrified to be a parent. He was living in an apartment with his wife, playing gigs at coffee shops and teaching guitar classes during the day. His life wasn't bad and he would never take it for granted, but his life was starting to take off at light speed and he didn't know what to hold onto.

So he held onto her, hugging her close. She was going be the mother of his child and his biggest fan for the rest of their lives, what did he really have to complain about? 


Impossible Year
There's never air to breathe
There's never in-betweens
These nightmares always hang on past the dream

"I'm sorry, Mr. Winslow, we did everything that we could. There were complications during labor and we could only save one of them. Your wife was a fighter, but she just couldn't hold on."

"And my child? Is it okay? Can I see it?"

"Her. It's a girl, she's waiting for you."

As soon as she was in his arms, he knew that his life was going to change again. Another death and another life that he would have to put before his own. Looking at his daughter, he knew that he would love her more than he could ever express, she was the last thing he had of the love of his life.



Golden Days
Time can never break your heart
But It'll take the pain away
Right now our future's certain
I won't let it fade away


"Dad, c'mon! Let's gooo! You're so slow, oh my god. Daaaaad!" She stood there with her hands on her hips, weight shifted to one foot. The mannerism was her mother's, but the features mirrored his own. Dark hair, dark eyes. She was shorter than he'd expected her to be at ten years old, but she still had time. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips when he acknowledged her impatience.

Elliot hefted her book bag up on his shoulder and shooed her towards the car, "You're telling me I'm slow, but I don't see your cute little booty in the car?" She huffed her frustration and opened the passenger side door, shutting it behind her dramatically. He rolled his eyes and laughed again before depositing her book bag into the backseat of the car. "You ready, kiddo?"

Avery rolled her head to the side and looked at him, "Is that even a question? We're supposed to open in ten minutes, Dad. Ten! Get a move on!"

The store would open when he opened it, that was the beauty of owning a music store. It was lax and easy to deal with. None of the classes started until a few hours later anyway, he wasn't too worried, but his preteen seemed to be having an aneurism over it. "Cool your jets, we'll be there in plenty of time."

She plugged his phone into the auxiliary cord and cycled through his playlist, settling on Billy Joel, just as she always did. They traveled towards the store, singing and jamming out to their song, a bright smile on both of their faces.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: 22
EXPERIENCE: LONG TIME
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel

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