Sylmae was stretched out over the warm sand of the beach, her brown eyes closed as she relaxed in the sun. She was wearing a simple bikini, nothing too flashy, mostly because she wasn't trying to pull in attention. The little angel was merely trying to tan her skin. It was something that she didn't do often but she had some free time, so she wanted to use it. She shifted her legs absently and moved to run a hand through her curly brown locks before she pushed herself up. She wasn't so sure what she was going to do with herself, actually, well, what she was going to do with her day. She didn't spend a lot of time doing much of anything these days, which wasn't a good thing for her. She preferred to have things to do, honestly.
Post by Elijah Mikaelson on Aug 1, 2015 23:20:32 GMT
Elijah had never been a fan of the beach. Neither sand nor water was his forte (he didn't really swim) and he found the whole concept of wasting a day just bathing in the sun to be quite redundant. On top of that, his rare visits always occurred the days in which the most obnoxious people were present.
He was, however, particularly grateful to see a remotely familiar face. She'd be his excuse to escape the mundane conversation he was having with some old "model" or something like that. Standing up, he'd politely excuse himself before approaching Sylmae, the slightest of smiles evident upon his face. "Hey." His greeting was especially bland but he figured that it'd lead into a more interesting conversation.. well, at least he hoped it would.
When a shade fell over, the slender female straightened a little bit and blinked her beautiful brown eyes as she pushed herself up a tad. At first, she was annoyed, assuming it was just another man here to flirt with her, and then she heard that deep, pleasing voice and she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes. "Elijah." She said and shifted a little bit, though she didn't move to stand.
"Sit, why don't you. Might keep the women from continuously oogling you. Please, I don't want to be stared at anymore, and if they think you're taken, they will stop." She said and shook her head a little bit. Human were stupid and they would think anything you tried to convince them of. She patted the edge of her towel and slid over towards the other edge, to give him enough room so that they didn't have to touch each other unless it was his choice.
Post by Elijah Mikaelson on Aug 2, 2015 1:23:35 GMT
Being the married man that he was, Elijah had no interest in touching Sylmae. He was an immensely loyal person, especially to Emilia, and counted most physical interactions with females to be infidelity. Nevertheless, he took a seat, fiddling with his wedding ring absently. "Women oogling at me? I pay no mind to them nor do I care. My love for my wife isn't going to be so easily swayed by some bikini-clad girl," he responded with a shrug, fixating his brown gaze upon Slymae.
Emilia was the luckiest girl there ever live, then, as far as Sylmae saw it. No man had ever been loyal to her and it hurt her to hear him speak in such a way. "Well, I'm happy to know the woman I consider a best friend and sister is in good hands. Either way. What brought you all the way out here?" She questioned as she turned her gaze away from the male just as he turned to look at her and she gazed out at the waves, gnawing on her bottom lip almost anxiously.
Post by Elijah Mikaelson on Aug 2, 2015 16:51:19 GMT
Elijah, briefly, pondered the sanctity of his marriage. It was pure, he knew that much, and it was full of love so there was no need for him to commit acts of infidelity. On top of that, he was satisfied and didn't have any desire to "sleep around" as they called it in this day and age. Therefore, Sylmae was right in saying that she was in good hands because she was. He'd never do anything to intentionally hurt her and he believed she knew that. But that was besides the point and the man began to think about her next inquiry.
What had brought him out here? He really didn't know considering he hated the beach so he merely shrugged. "I"m not so sure actually," he responded, taking to messing with his ring yet again. Now that he thought about it, he had just put on a pair of swim shorts (black respectably) and a gray shirt and just drove on autopilot here. If it were up to him, he'd be sitting on his couch reading some ancient poetry book that he had acquired in his years of collecting. "But what about you? Why are you here Sylmae?"
Sylmae shifted a little uncomfortably as she stared at the area in front of her absently. Being this near to someone married, who was happy and had kids made her want to cry. It reminded her of Loki and she wanted that back. Loki or Carmilla.. They were the only two who had ever truly cared for her and she missed that feeling, though she had long since given up on getting it back. She shrugged a little bit when she heard that question leave his lips and she cast an awkward glance his way. What had brought her here?
"I came here more so on my own free will and my want to get away. Being lonely is.. the only way I can handle some things." She mumbled, but she wasn't going to elaborate on what those 'things' were. He wouldn't care about her depression, her need to be loved. No one care, honestly. She had learned the hard way that people only care for themselves and she didn't want to pester this poor man with her problems. She was lucky enough that he even bothered to sit with her and talk to her when she was sure he still wasn't that fond of her. But maybe that was just who he was. She could never be too sure with men these days.