DOG OF WAR

Eliot' first girlfriend had been in love with his voice. She said it was smooth and rich and warm, like dark chocolate. She'd loved to sit and listen to him sing, his voice sweet and clear. Then Eliot spent three months screaming his lungs out in the interrogation room of a Croatian prison. By the time he got out, his voice sounded like a bag of gravel instead of the pleasant tenor it had been.

He'd run into his first girlfriend a little over a year later. She hadn't recognized him. He hadn't cared. But it hurt a little.

I learned patience, perseverance, and dedication. Now I really know myself, and I know my voice. It's a voice of pain and victory.
Anthony Hamilton

A/N: I'm new to the Leverage fandom, but I really couldn't resist writing some stuff for Eliot. So this series is going to be drabbles, more-or-less unrelated but all about Eliot. Enjoy! I'll try to post lots.