$15 (with Eliot)

Name: Garnet King Jasper
Alias: Garnie, Garn
Species: Caeluna
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Relationship Status: Taken
Occupation: Tattoo artist | Designer

Garnet's parents have always been too involved romantically with each other to pay him much attention. Luckily for them, he was born with the same genes and easygoing traits, so he didn't actually care one way or another. In fact, he liked to be left alone and was sometimes irritated by their nosy persistence whenever they actually spared him their eyes and ears.

Garnet is quiet and calm, and his friends even go so far as to find him cool sometimes. He is intellectual, serious, kind, and easygoing all at the same time. People do not normally see him in the same way every time they meet him because he might show them different sides. However, he is often closed off and tries to keep his past, secrets, and personal information to himself. He hides his personality behind friendliness and smiles. Only to those he is closest to does he show hints of his true thoughts and emotions.

Habits
♦ Chews gum or nails when feeling particularly worried or uncertain

♦ Goes by Garnet or Garn. Eliot calls him Garnie.

♦ Full-time tattoo artist | Eliot's partner and employee at work

Eliot (El) and Garnet (Gar) are a couple, but their relationship is not all roses and rainbows. They both keep not-fun secrets from each other, and they like it that way. They are meant to have fun with each other, but at the same time, they are completely committed. Despite their secrets, El knew how to defend Gar, and Gar knew when to let El be. However, when Gar's exes from college find his new hideaway in El's house, it threatens to change their relationship based on trust and peace. El's past, in turn, will catch up to them.

Prologue to Gray Area, the novel I dropped (if you want to keep their story upon buying the ship. I can reveal to you what Eliot had done and planned in the plot.)

 The gray area between right and wrong mattered even in situations of love. Armin and Mujal, the best of friends since they were elementary school kids, were laughing up everyday life with another friend during week days when they didn’t have classes together. Sometimes they’d shoot up their arms in the bathroom, and other times they’d try to challenge each other to hook up with a particular hottie.

     Even as they had their fun, never seeming serious about anything in their lives, Garnet, one of their coolest and smartest friends, was the one object of admiration and affection. He always said interesting things, or intelligent things, or fun things, or thoughtful things. Armin remembered once when he’d said he lost his running shoes somewhere in his huge house, and asked Garn where else he should look. Garn had said, “If they aren't where you can see, look where you can bury." He didn't understand at first, but later he realized his shoes had been buried beneath his mountain of used gym towels, which he always placed in a back closet. What made Garn's response interesting was the fact he didn't know the state of Armin’s house or that he was truly a messy person at home. He usually organized and maintained his lockers and desk, so how did Garn guess his shoes were buried?

     From there, Armin slowly grew to like Garn’s intriguing but mysterious personality more and more. He’d asked him out, shared his weed stock, had sex, and drank with him. Garn grew bored of their routine eventually and dumped him when he realized being with Armin wouldn’t benefit him. Mujal remembered once when Garn had told him from out of nowhere, “Your sleeves droop into your food when you eat. If you don’t start folding them, Chenelle will dump you.” The next day, Chenelle had done just that. Mujal knew Garn had never spoken with her before, so how had he predicted she’d break up? He was interested in the guy ever since, and they’d started meeting up all the time. Garn always had a certain charm about him that neither Armin nor Mujal could deny. Somehow, they’d interested Garn enough to keep seeing them.

     On their last year of college, Garnet felt trepidation at the sight of them one Friday morning. Up until then, he thought he knew them both pretty well. He’d gone to Mujal’s basement, something that he’d been asked to never do. Normally Garn would’ve respected that, but his cat had leaped from his arms and gone down the forbidden stairs, and following, he’d heard a sound out of the ordinary. Peeking through the shuttered window and shaking in his boots, he tried to keep his breathing even and silent. Eyes wide, he took in the scene, took in Armin’s and Mujal’s profiles, then he turned and fled through the backyard’s patch of mud.

     Thinking back on it, Garn shouldn’t have escaped that way. If he hadn’t stepped in the mud, they wouldn’t have seen his shoe print and known he’d peeped. He’d done so many sloppy things that night. He should have thought his actions through more, so his comfortably boring and peaceful life wouldn’t have been destroyed. Then again, if it hadn’t been, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to get to know Eliot as much as he did now. As for the gray area between right and wrong mentioned earlier? Well, maybe they all needed to find it.