(***Trigger warning on the last part: someone kept prisoner and shackled to bed*** Also, no actual s****l abuse but only a threat)
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The familiar scent of his mother’s cooking makes Elijah pause and close his eyes a few steps away from the kitchen door. He can hear her humming, a lullaby that has no lyrics or title, only a melody that she has always sung to him since he was a child.
This is the smell and sound of home, he knows that. And before meeting Maeve it has always been the home he has always known. But now home has taken a new meaning, a different form. It has a smile that takes his breath away, a voice that can reach out and touch his very soul… and a scent that makes him focus only on her while everything else fades away into oblivion.
Home now has a new name and it is M
