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Penelope listened to Elijah's answer to her question about happiness, raising her eyebrows at the answer. Her steps slowed as they neared the town's edge, and she let her shoulders slump slightly, wrapping her arms around herself. Sighing softly, she shook her head and smiled weakly at him, before reaching out and touching his arm. She stroked it gently, feeling the silken fabric of the high-class clothing between her fingers, before sighing once more. "You deserve to be happy, though. Not just "enjoy" things for the sake of enjoying them." She bit her lip and shrugged slightly, before retracting her hand from his arm to hold her own arms again.
"As far as adventuring goes... It's nice, but you never really get to settle or stay anywhere for long. You're either getting kicked off properties, or it's raining and your tent decides to pop a hole in the roof." She rolled her eyes, thinking about her more recent experiences. She was ready for a steady spot to sleep for now, even if it wasn't long-term. It would be nice to rest and get some sleep under a warm roof.
"It'd be nice to just hang around somewhere for a while. Or at least have a better permanent address." She laughed slightly and rolled her eyes at her thoughts, before tossing her arms open and stretching them above her head.
"Are we almost there?" She asked quietly, glancing around as they passed through the roadway, looking at all the little houses that lined up along the street.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 23, 2015 8:28:11 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He thinks her answer is naive but doesn't tell her so. Deserve happiness? No one truly deserves anything they're given in life, not that he thinks it is, it's a matter of luck and aptitude. To earn something was a different matter, and he could understand working towards a goal or prize but beyond that it was an entirely different thing to Elijah. He holds his tongue, taking to looking at the ground and shrugging instead. The touch is mildly comforting, he senses there's no ill will in it and smiles at her for that.
Elijah cringes at the word 'tent'. He doesn't like them, flimsy and cramp, they're not very good living conditions, not to his experience. The first and last time he used a tent, it had blown away to the wind. Granted, he might have set it up as properly as could be, but that was the fault of the tent for being so damn difficult. Not his incompetency or something, pfft.
He wonders if all the stretching is from her sleeping on the ground. Again, he cringes for her sake. "That one, by the mart." He points to the house, that looks almost exactly like all the other houses except the door is blue and there's no mailbox.
Going ahead, he opens the door with his borrowed key, holding it open for Penelope. The inside is about as decorated as the outside, which is to minimal and very wood. Hand-sewn curtains aside, the place is practical to say the least, a small living room with a coffee table and television, which immediately links to the kitchen.
Post by penelope reed on May 24, 2015 20:33:02 GMT
'til now I never knew,
Penelope was about to answer Elijah as they walked through the town, but as she caught sight of the house, her breath caught in her throat and she let out an inaudible squeak. This is what Elijah considered a shack? She stared up at the two-storey house in awe, before skittering to catch up with Elijah, who was opening the door.
As she stepped inside, she was looking into an open room. On one side, a wall, and he other, a small half-wall, half-shelf. Straight ahead she could see into a small kitchen area, and she could only assume that the dining room was attached. There was a door to the right of the kitchen door, facing towards the living room, which she decided must be the first bathroom.
When she glanced to her left through the shelves, she smiled slightly at the warmth of the little home. It was well decorated, and seemed like a lot of effort went into hand picking the furniture for the family's little home. Directly to the right, a little further into the wall, was a small staircase that she knew led upstairs to the bedrooms and possibly another bathroom.
"It's so beautiful." She said softly, before glancing over to stare at Elijah. How could he think something so home-like was a shack? Penelope vaguely remembered his family's house, but she did remember it being gigantic, and even getting lost a few times trying to find the bathroom. It had always been a difficult feat, but she always wound up finding a bathroom, even if it wasn't the right one she was looking for.
Smiling, Penelope raised her eyebrows at Elijah. "Too small for a Goldenrod boy like you, eh?" She smirked slightly. She had grown up in a house similar, if not a little more elaborately furnished after her father started wasting the settlement money from her mother's death on frivolous things.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 0:43:55 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
It's weird to have her like this, almost dreamily looking around the house. He can only guess what she's thinks about it, from the look of delight on her face it can only be good things. It's a weird warm feeling. He has no reason to be proud, not over a house he's essentially borrowing, he hasn't even bothered taking anything home to decorate it other than the alcohol tucked neatly into the fridge. But she seems impressed by the place, going so far as to call it beautiful.
"It's not mine." He reminds gently, even if he does want to take some credit but there's really nothing to take. The place is its own, and he's sure that every other house in the town is similar in one way or another, frankly it had looked like only one architect had been assigned to the town and townees has been happy with what they got.
He busies himself as she looks around, and by busy himself he strides towards the kitchen to pull out some vodka and pre-mixed orange juice from the fridge. "Something like that. It's cozy." comes the answer, as he mixes the two together in a pitcher. Small was putting it lightly, he isn't even sure there's a room in his house that's this small. He brings the alcohol over, managing to grab two more cups and haphazardly places them on the coffee table, pouring the two glasses half-way. "I'm only grateful that I'm not claustrophobic." He jokes, seating himself on the couch, one glass already in his hand.
"I mean, the place is nice, serves its purpose. I can come here, drink, sleep, watch tv whatever I want, all in the privacy of my new home." He makes a sweeping gesture of the area, before relaxing into the seat. There's a hint of resentment in his voice, from being kicked out from his previous one through forceful means. It hadn't been a pretty sight, him and his father never truly spoke heart to heart, busy man that he was. Time wasn't an issue, but it had always seemed like Mr. Castaire never learned how to talk to his family, so he never bothered. To that, Elijah takes a gulp of his mix. "Much better than a tent, at least." He adds with a smirk.
Post by penelope reed on May 28, 2015 15:04:34 GMT
'til now I never knew,
Penelope watched Elijah as he went off into the kitchen, making up a giant pitcher of orange juice and vodka. What had Jim called it when a girl had asked for one at the bar? A screwdriver, Penelope thought casually, as if it were some vast piece of important knowledge she would need in the future. She sighed heavily at the thought that this was really something she needed to know, and hoped that they wouldn't be discussing alcohol all night. Although that would keep her mind off... other things.
She took a seat on the other end of the couch and laughed at his word, "cozy." She loved it, and it wasn't just for the decor. She liked smaller places, and never saw the need for such a big home for so little people living in it. "Well, it's just you. You don't need much more than this. The second bedroom must not get much attention at all." She rolled her eyes, thinking about the dust that must have accumulated on the bed frame, the night stand, the dresser. It would be a tell-tale sign if anyone went in there, though.
When he made the jab about her tent, however, she narrowed her eyes and let a sly grin crawl across her lips and scrunch her nose slightly in the process. "You must have brought your maid with you to help you keep tidy, then. I could hardly believe you would be cleaning, of all things." She took a coy sip of her drink and shrugged, raised her eyebrows. If he wanted to play like that, she could throw some proverbial punches as well.
Raising her glass, she toasted him, and then laughed a bit at her joke, shaking her head. "Sorry. But don't make fun of my tent. Tents are cool."
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 28, 2015 15:23:22 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He harumphs at that, bringing his glass to toast all the same, and makes a show of looking indignant. "You think I can't take care of myself?" He says with gasp, nearly sloshing his drink all over himself as he moves his arms in exaggerated gestures. He can't blame her for assuming that he zero cleaning experience however, most would probably think the same. Maybe most girls would think that way anyway. "No, my mother was extremely tidy, taught me the same thing. Said that a room reflects a person's standards." He explains. "And so, I've been in charge of clearing my own things for as long as I can remember. Yes, that means I'm housebroken." He adds with a snicker, but pauses after a moment, grinning goofily. "Well, if we're sticking to the truth I might get messy when I'm hammered but I know to clean up my own puke afterwards."
It's nice. He can feel the warmth of the alcohol settling into the pit of his belly, lulling him to relax and sink into the couch. It helps that Penelope is around, otherwise he'd simply be drinking himself to sleep at this rate. She's something to focus on, think about, and she certainly knows not to pull her punches.
"Fine. Tents are cool to a degree, is that sufficient Miss Reed?" He drawls, setting his cup back on the table to rest his head on the couch, facing her as he does so. There's silence for a moment before chuckles. "Hey, remember back in kindergarten when we were making macaroni art, and I made you one that was like a fat pikachu?" He makes motions like making dots on paper before chuckling. "The amount of glue on my hair that day was staggering, I think it took a full week to clean everything off."
Post by penelope reed on May 28, 2015 15:45:07 GMT
'til now I never knew,
He's laughing, now, and Penelope gives him a pleasant smile in return. The glass sloshes liquid around, but thankfully doesn't spill all over the nice furniture and carpeting, and Penelope laughs a bit as his description of how he's "housebroken." The smallest flitting thought of her wanting to see just how housebroken he was flew across her mind, but she shoved it back for the time being, listening to him explain how he at least knows how to clear up his own vomit.
"Wow, you're a regular Molly Maid." She commented quietly, snickering, but still only jesting with him. It was nice to actually talk and have fun with him, as they hadn't really talked - without yelling at each other - in over ten years. She sighed contently and slipped back onto the couch, placing her bag next to herself, in between them. When he mentioned the macaroni pictures, however, he face flushed and she bit her lip, reaching for the bag.
Tugged snugly into one of the front pockets, she pulled out a piece of paper that had been folded a couple of times. It looked old, and lumpy, and when she opened it, the paper made sounds as if it wanted to rip, but instead gave her hands a way in, as if it remembered her gently, delicate touch. Once it was unfolded, a small necklace fell out into her hand, which she quickly placed on the table so she could turn the paper around. There, facing Elijah now, was the fat pikachu he had made from macaroni for her.
"I keep it with mom's necklace. It's important to me." Penelope spoke quickly, as if the words would actually choke her if she didn't get them out as fast as possible. Sighing with relief, she moved her bag aside and moved close to Elijah so he could examine the artwork.
"I still have the macaroni bracelet, too." She added, pulling out a long string with pieces of macaroni tied onto it in no specific order. It never dawned on her how weird it might have been to be carrying around this stuff for over ten years; she just thought it was important to remind herself of who she was, to ground her.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 29, 2015 1:46:47 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He goes quiet as she pulls out the unknown item. No way of knowing what it was, he patiently waits for the grand reveal. He catches the first sight of macaroni, and slowly his brows go up and up, until his face has morphs to show how dumbfounded He was.
He'd mentioned that little tidbit of their childhood with fond thoughts of his mother, who had berated him for his state when he got home. He hadn't an inkling that Penny had kept it, nor could he think of why she would do so.
Holding the fat pikachu in his hands, he looka it over. His own memory supplies him that this really was what he had given her, the bottom had his name signed in his messy handwriting and everything. There seemed to be odd care that came with taking care of the paper as well. He can't imagine why she would think that this was worth saving with her mother's necklace.
His expression turns even more dumbstruck as she pulls out the macaroni necklace, almost ginger in her movement as though she fears it would break with abuse. He can see where macaroni and beads are struck together, clumps of glitter shining shyly from where they are stuck.
"Why would you keep these?" He finally asks, brows knit together, confusion written on his face, placing the macaroni art between them. He has a small idea, but he's placed Penny on too high a pedestal to assume so much.
Post by penelope reed on May 30, 2015 22:11:19 GMT
'til now I never knew,
Penelope smiled as he held the picture in his hands with the same gentle touch that she held it with. The precious artifact was one of her most prized possessions. Although she was a bit embarrassed by the notion that she had been toting around something on her person for a decade or so, she wasn't ashamed by it in the least. It was important to her, and she wasn't going to make him think any less; he was important to her, too.
Sighing, she reached out for the paper and took it back, gingerly folding it back into a square and tucking it safely back into her bag's pocket. "Why else would I have it?" Penelope laughed slightly, rolling her eyes at him. There were only so many assumptions that Elijah could make on his own, but Penelope would try to fill in as many blanks as she could without outwardly saying what she really meant.
"The first few years I wore the bracelet, and the picture was framed on my wall at the house I was staying in." Penelope nodded slowly, trying to remember exactly why they wound up in her backpack, and not at her permanent residence in Goldenrod, with her father. "After the family I was staying with decided to sell the house, I just sort of packed everything up and moved on from the area. Never found a place to stay afterwards. I guess that's why they're in my backpack." Penelope shrugged nonchalantly and smiled at him.
"It's not like I was going to throw away the last thing you ever gave me." She added, glancing down at the little bracelet in her hand. When he had given her a non-goodbye, she had been hoping the next time they met, their friendship would still be relatively in-tact. She had no idea who he had become after so much time. It was hard to tell if they would ever be at that point again. They were a lot more grown-up now, and things were supposed to be different.
"They're important to me. You're important to me." Penelope finished the explanation firmly, nodding her head.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 31, 2015 3:08:07 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
It almost feels like a jab, a reminder of how things were for a time, it also makes him realize that it's the truth. It's almost sad to think that the last time he had ever given her anything was macaroni creations from their childhood. Not long after then, he'd been whisked away to boarding school. Too bitter and proud, he hadn't bothered contacting home after it was made clear that he was to stay there until he could finish schooling. The shame bubbles and pitches forward in his stomach, though he blames the alcohol for this sudden influx of emotion. He knew what he had been doing, hadn't he? He had cut himself off, thrown away the key and resolved to living bitterly through the rest of the childhood. He only ever went back to Goldenrod during christmas holidays, a requirement as the Castaire family traditionally held a christmas party, but even summer breaks were spent elsewhere, in lonely pockets with so called friends.
He had all but erased Penelope from his life.
Well, until she had come barging back in to tell him she was leaving.
And then he'd made a total ass of himself.
"So when you said that you wouldn't mind marrying me." He recalls, lips stretched thin as though wrapping the idea in his mind. It was... A confession of a sort? He'd only been joking of course, like hell was he getting married now of all times. It'd be seen as him giving up, falling into the whims of his Father, and it wasn't as if he felt overly joyed by the thought of being stuck with another person altogether. His brow furrows together, staring at her undisguised curiosity.
"Are you saying you like me, Penny?"
His voice goes surprisingly soft, inching just the slightest bit closer.
Post by penelope reed on May 31, 2015 20:36:55 GMT
'til now I never knew,
Penelope stared at Elijah as he connected dots in his mind of the past 10 years of his life. All the seclusion, all the missed opportunity. She smiled a bit as he looked up to her, mentioning the little tidbit about being married to him, before raising her eyebrows. Of course, if his father had even thought of her own family to sell Elijah off to, Penelope probably would have went through with it. Saved Elijah some of his reputation, and probably enjoy the company while she was at it.
In the back of her mind, she was sure that she had always been into him, and she was now suddenly consciously aware of just how jealous she had been after seeing all his tabloids and paparazzi pictures. She frowned at herself for thinking of such a thing now, but instead just shrugged slowly. As he inched closer, asking if she liked him, she straightened up completely and stared at him, eyes widened with surprise. She wasn't expecting him to ask her, at least not now.
Penelope glanced down at the remaining liquid in her glass and swirled the tiny bit around the inside of the cup, before glancing up at him, serious now. "Of course I do. I always have." She answered finally, trying to keep a straight face. Was this a serious talk now? Would he get up and run away? Penelope tried to tear her eyes away from him, but kept staring, trying to figure out what he would be thinking now. She took a deep breath and let her body give in to the stiffness of her figure now, stressed, but poised on what his answer to that may be.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 1, 2015 3:15:16 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
That certainly hit the quota for revelation for the night.
He stays like that, mouth slightly agape at her answer. Always have? When the hell did that happen? It's a little confusing persay, but he can see that she's serious, judging by the way she bravely faces him she means what she had said.
He frowns, not allowing the urge to fidget under her gaze. "I would never have guessed." The words slip out without meaning to, for a moment he looks panicked at his own words, caught off guard by his own actions and nervousness that came with knowing. He'd always been self-conscious, taught and trained to be so so that he knew when to act to the crowd. But Penny was no crowd, nor was she just anyone.
"And what would you have me do with that information?"
It's almost intimate. The resounding silence a touch too overbearing but he stares at her all the same, those strange mercurial eyes that holds so much strength yet lay open before him. To say that he liked power was an understatement. Right now he felt drunk with it, by the way her eyes never leave his, the empowerment she was giving him was enough to sway his mind into a direction.
He slides closer, mindful not to touch, just hover within her space, pervading her senses little by little until their faces are inches apart. Elijah looks anxious for a moment, looking at her with half-lidded eyes, before he gathers the courage to lean forward, to press his lips forcefully against hers. His hand comes up a second later, curling around her neck for support.
Partially, he wonders if this is the right thing to do.
Penelope stared at him silently as he stared back at her. She couldn't have the slightest inkling of what was going on in his head, but when he opened his mouth to speak, she could have winced at his words. He wouldn't have guessed? She couldn't tell if that was because she didn't show it, or he didn't think he was worth it, but obviously he had never even thought about her like that before, and was trying to wrap his head around it.
When he asked her what she wanted him to do with the information she had just told him, she straightened up again, blinking at him. For a moment, her body said, "nothing, nothing has changed," but in the back of her mind, she knew that that had changed everything. Their entire relationship dynamic would probably be thrown off, all because she was drunk and actually speaking about how she felt to him. Now she felt like an idiot. So much so, that when he started inching closer, she had barely an idea of what he was doing until his lips were actually pressed against hers.
A small gasp caught in her throat as he kissed her, his hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck. She nearly pushed him away from surprise, but instead, she relaxed into it, trying to wrap her own mind around what was happening, now. Didn't he know how much this could mess things up? Yet here she was, furthering it, deepening the kiss. Somewhere along the line, she found her fingers tangled in his hair, pushing back against him. That orange juice was some drink.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 1, 2015 14:20:37 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He's kissed people before, too many to recall each and every one. He's used to teasing, giving, aggressing, and playing shy with his kisses. A careful swipe to be playful, a sharp bite to mean that he's impatient, a gentle prod to act the part. It's all familiar, repetitive, so much so that he's got it down pat for most part, only ever surprised when people start getting a lot more handsy than he is.
But this is different. He can feel the heat of the kiss travelling through his body, warming him to his fingertips until even he's surprised when both of his arms have snaked around Penelope's body, crushing what space there was between them. His mind feels like it's been re-awoken, a sudden burst of electricity rushing through his veins that makes him want more. Her fingers feel good on his scalp, a firm grip on his blond locks that makes him hyper aware.
Eventually he breaks them apart, the need for air no longer ignorable. He takes large gulps of breath, chin nestled on her shoulder, making as much skin contact as possible. It's not enough, that at least felt familiar, the need to feel skin on skin still seemed the same. With any other girl he would have found a way to get her to bed by now. Even if it meant he had to carry her, he would. But some still functioning part of his brain didn't think that Penny would be too pleased, or rather, he didn't think that Penny deserved to be treated like that.
"Would you like to come upstairs with me? There's a good bed there."
He looks at her now with half-lidded eyes, staring so hotly into hers, patience obviously wearing thin but he would wait all the same. Elijah doesn't know what this is, why he's even putting her opinion ahead of his. Normally he would take whatever he wanted, leave the others to scramble when he no longer needs them. Yet here he is, awaiting her answer. It's very strange, and he'd very much like to get back onto familiar territory.
The overwhelming feeling of being crushed into his arms had completely taken over her, and she practically melted in his arms. Although she had become somewhat melted, she still provided a force of resistance for him, moving against his own movements as though she wanted to provide the same feeling to him that she was receiving. But when he finally pulled away from her for some air, she opened her mouth, breathing in everything she could get. Not that she had wanted it to stop, but the air in her lungs was a welcome relief between her heart trying to pump blood to her brain, and her lungs being deprived of the very thing that would make her brain function properly.
Penelope was woozy for a few seconds, just listening to Elijah breathe slowly, his chin resting on her shoulder. It was a nice feeling, warm, and somewhat familiar. Not that Penelope really minded either way, she was just happy he was even considering this at all. And then he was asking her about going upstairs, and something about a bed.
Slowly, she pulled away from him and blinked, before pulling free of his arms and standing up. Rather than answering, she just took his hand and tugged him up, heading towards the stairs. Once they were there, she nearly tumbled over herself as she tried to get up them while still pulling home along. She saved herself by spinning and landing her lips on his again, walking up the stairs one-by-one, backwards, while she led him along. She didn't think there was really a need for words, here; she wanted him in that bed just as badly as he seemed to want her.
When they finally made it upstairs after a few stumbles, but not really disconnecting in the time it took, she let him take the lead, to take her to whichever bed he had intended. Not that it really mattered, but it was always nice to let the owner of the rooms choose where they were going to go.
