SUGAR, WE'RE GOING DOWN (SARAH)

[ELIJAH AMBERLINE MORO]

sugar we're going down swinging ,

[atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] As soon as the laptop computer had lightly slicked shut, Elijah had jumped from his stool at the crammed counter and immediately began to move things around. Stacks of papers and notebooks were taken up into his arms and practically tossed into the spare room which made for his studio. Charcoals, pens, and a few smudged pieces of old cardboard also had to be removed from the countertop before it was all cleared up. Was it strange that there wasn’t a single bit of kitchenware lying around on the only spot that was dedicated to eating in this apartment? Maybe not for Elijah considering he never had big meals and could easily eat what he cooked on the go or standing. He wasn’t a huge food buff anyways and often forgot the importance with it when he got caught up in another activity. For example, his art (which had actually taken over the eating space for a while there). Once everything had finally been cleaned up, the thin artist was digging around his small kitchen for all the necessary supplies he needed for making palacsinta. He tossed a frying pan up on the stovetop and turned it on, placing his utensils beside it so that they would be ready. Rummaging around his fridge for the sweet parts was the most difficult. Thankfully, Elijah did enjoy making himself this on occasion and realized that he still had some cut up summer strawberries in a little bit of tupperware. It took him a good ten minutes to get his batter mixed since he had to stop on occasion to ponder how he had put everything together before. But, eventually it was done and cooking on the frying pan. Once the two that he managed to fit on the skillet had lightly browned he took them off and started some more batter before returning to the two finished ones. Elijah wasn’t exactly sure what Sarah would like to have on hers but decided to just put whatever it was that he put on his own. She didn’t sound like she had ever even heard of palacsinta before so she would just have to go for the entire new experience of tastes. And if she didn’t like it then at least he knew that he would and he could keep it for later on whenever he was hungry (which wasn’t very often). He put a bit of strawberries and whipped cream down the center of the two finished one and then rolled them up. A bit of sugar and chocolate on the tops and they were complete. Those were set aside on the counter and then he started to finish off the batter on place all the extras on a separate plate. He went ahead and left those empty considering he wasn’t sure how much either of them could eat of the sweet treats. The toppings and fillings were left out beside the plate though, just in case. Maybe he should have asked her to bring Gabriel along? Oh well, if she liked them then she could just take a few home to the little boy. He’d probably enjoy them much more in the comfort of his own home in any case. And now it was the waiting game. He guessed he already looked decent enough. A white v-neck accompanied with a light black coat and black pants. Yeah, it was a bit drab and the white probably made him look only more pale than he was but… if he could deal with staring at his ghostly form all day then he was sure Sarah didn’t mind. Besides, it covered up almost every tattoo and made him look less like a terrorist. The only ones visible were the ones on his hands. Elijah sat himself at the counter then, sitting at the stool closest to the edge. He stared down blankly at the tile, narrowing his eyes whenever he’d see a bit of a black powdery substance from the charcoal he’d brought in here. Perhaps he should have swept a little? He stared down at his white sock noticing some black on it as well. Oh well, he didn’t feel like looking for the broom in any case.

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[SARAH LEE DIGGORY]

if the clouds are just too high
I F I T O S S A N D T U R N A N D F A L L B Y T H E W A Y S I D E , J U S T F O L L O W T H E S T A R S

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WHAT a surprise Sarah had received tonight. Elijah had made an impromptu sort of date with her. She was still a bit baffled by his bluntness in asking her. Perhaps he had been pondering on it awhile. Sarah knew she sure didn't expect to have any kind of date with him. Of course, it was better him than some stranger.

However, as shocked as he was, she was also fairly excited... and nervous. Being alone with Elijah? Last time that happened... well, it certainly wasn't an experience to speak of in public. Honestly though, Sarah didn't know how to really react in a situation like this. Like her best friend, she had never had a "date," even if it was just going to his house.

What troubled Sarah the most was leaving Gabriel with her parents. Even if it was his grandparents, she knew he didn't like being anywhere except with her. Sarah was a little overprotective over him, but he was frail and quiet and too scared to speak up for himself. She couldn't imagine what he did in school without her there. He was so painfully shy.

But, she really had no choice except to leave him with his grandparents. He wouldn't be happy, no, but Sarah figured she deserved some time for herself. She was always keeping tabs on him, even in her sleep. Sometimes she wished he was somewhat more independent. But on the other hand, he wouldn't be the same person.

Sarah closed her laptop gently, waiting for the click before she got up to go to Gabriel's room. Opening his door, she peered in at him. He was busy watching television, and didn't seem to notice or acknowledge her. She quietly crept up behind him, tapping his head just barely. Gabriel was startled, just as Sarah had planned, and he looked over his shoulder, a wild spark in his eye. "Hey!" he cried, pushing Sarah away. She didn't resist, as she went over to his dresser to pull some clothes out anyways. She took out a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt for him to sleep in while he stayed at her parents' house. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her carefully, and with a disapproving frown. He stood up, padding over to her warily. "Why are you getting clothes?" he questioned, obviously suspicious of her activity. Sarah ran a hand through his hair, clearing it out of his eyes, before she bothered to answer his question with: "You're just going to stay with grandma and grandpa for awhile. It won't be long." His eyes turned sad, but he didn't say anything. She felt rather guilty. It was kind of selfish to leave him somewhere he didn't want to be just because she was going somewhere. However, it would also be selfish to stand Elijah up even though she had said she'd come over. And Sarah knew Gabriel would love her no matter what, so she decided to take the option of going to Elijah's house instead.

Sarah began to hustle Gabriel out the door. He didn't complain; he just drifted to the car. She dropped him off at her parents' and then made her way to Elijah's, as far as she could remember.

It was sort of daunting to walk up to his door. She was expecting something terrible to happen, as if his home was riddled with criminals and... terrorists. It was just a strange feeling.

Sarah rapped lightly on his door, then took a step or so back. She was hesitant to stay where she was. She was constantly looking over her shoulder or around at her surroundings. There was really nothing to be afraid of, she was simply nervous about seeing Elijah. Peering around seemed to keep her mind off of it. At least, it would until he opened the door. Then, she would just have to deal with it, she supposed. It wasn't like she was here on bad terms. In fact, she was fairly happy, but Sarah knew how unintelligent she could be at times, and that fact somewhat terrified her.

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WORDS && 687
TAGS && elijah!
OUTFIT && click
CREDIT && lyrics from "90% Gravity" by Bridges I Burn, template by Madame Grimm of Caution.
NOTES && sad gabe :<

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[ELIJAH AMBERLINE MORO]

sugar we're going down swinging ,

[atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] It wasn’t long after he had discovered the powdered charcoal on the floor that he heard a soft knocking on the door. Elijah merely turned his head up to stare at it a moment before he pushed off of his seat and headed that way. Upon arriving at the door he twisted the lock and opened up the door fully since he was expecting company to begin with. Behind it, just as he thought, stood Sarah looking strangely small compared to her surroundings. Perhaps it was because despite her smart attire she seemed somewhat nervous already. Elijah just cocked a brow a popped a friendly half grin onto his features looking more welcoming than he usually did. Of course, Sarah and Gabriel were special exceptions to the charade that he often played for outsiders (outsiders being people who didn’t know that he was more than a pale, tattooed body with a soul of ice). “So glad you could make it,” he spoke to her, his accent more buried than usual behind his clear English. He moved from the inside and stood with one foot outside the threshold and one in it. From there he placed a hand at Sarah’s side and ushered her in lightly. “You arrived just as everything finished. Timed it well.” Once he had gotten her in he closed the door up and moved around her back into the small kitchen which was only about four steps away for him and through an opening. His hallway wasn’t really much of a hallway, was it? But it was all big enough to accommodate for a simple person like Eli who had never been introduced to the life of luxury and squeaky clean living space. Compared to the places he had lived as a very young man and child, this was living large. He eventually found his way back over to the seat he had been at just a few moments before and sat down on it. He nodded toward the other two spots offering her in silence one of them to sit at. While he sat there in the dim of his apartment he took the moment to let his hazel eyes whisk over her form. When he had first met her she did not look like this. Not that he could recall, at least. She had been a wild girl with a sassy taste in clothes; much like her friend (though Catarina almost always had something on that looked like it would cost Elijah his soul to get). Now here she was all dressed up and looking like she was some sort of professional. He had never done this, never sat and considered how much she had changed from the eccentric Sarah he had met at the bar to the quiet young woman who stood before him now. Then she had been his very drunk self’s idea of a good time. Now, sober and all, he found himself much more interested and admiring her beyond just her clothing. Despite the nice thoughts, Elijah kept them to himself, completely unsure of how to voice such compliments without throwing her off even more than she may have been already. He wasn’t really known for doing sweet things out of the blue to anyone. He was working on it, of course, but it was still hard to muster up the courage to do something that you weren’t used to. In the world he had grown up in he had to simply sit around tight jawed and worried about his own skin. Compliments to girls only raised suspicions among men and much jealousy. Even where he had grown up people had not felt comfortable in Elijah’s presence. Let’s just say Cat would have liked them very much for their opinions on him. “I hope you enjoy strawberries,” he piped up with a bland sort of shrug. He eyed the food on the counter, quirking his brows with thought. “Had a big bunch of them. I, personally, like them best with it.”

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[SARAH LEE DIGGORY]

if the clouds are just too high
I F I T O S S A N D T U R N A N D F A L L B Y T H E W A Y S I D E , J U S T F O L L O W T H E S T A R S

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SARAH had not expected Elijah to be so quick with the door. Though he surprised her a bit, she managed to stay composed. And that was something certainly difficult for Sarah. She flashed a timid smile at him to hide any nervousness that might have been on her features.

"I'm really happy you invited me," she said in reply to him. As he welcomed her inside, she moved swiftly through the threshold, though still trying to keep some of her calm poise. For just a split second, she looked back outside before Elijah closed the door. Well, at least she had good timing.

As Sarah walked into the kitchen, she was expecting to see some kind of exotic-looking food sitting there, but it looked quite tame. Not that she was anticipating fried grasshoppers or squid eggs or something. She just didn't know what sort of food Hungarians ate, especially ones of Elijah's status. It actually smelled pleasant, with a pleasant appearance also.

She trailed loosely behind Elijah, still uncertain about all of this, but once he was in a position where he could see her once again, her visage was wiped clean of any insecurities. Her eyes strayed from him to the seat beside of him. Cautiously, she situated herself on it, offering a small, warm smile toward Elijah.

Sarah felt very out-of-place, not because of Elijah. More because she was in his home after not being in it for so long. There were a lot of memories. And not ones she wanted recollect, either. Well, they weren't all bad, but it was just things she didn't want to think about. She was a different person then; sometimes she wished she was still as bold, but not quite so... promiscuous. Yeah, she had been a bit free-spirited, but she wasn't to blame for that! Sarah didn't care much for her family, so she would stay out of the house for hours at a time, doing lord-knows-what.

Snapped out of the thoughts of her past by Elijah's voice, she experienced a strange feeling of fright. She was so paranoid. It had just been integrated into her personality, she supposed, from being so overprotective of Gabriel. An awkward smirk appeared on her lips, along with a slight furrowing of her brows. "Oh, yeah, I like strawberries," she returned, eying the dish haphazardly.

Sarah was feeling a bit awful for being such a spastic around him. She was really just simply anxious. He probably - if he was noticing anything strange about her - thought that he did something wrong. But no, she was only being her normal self. Her normal, schizophrenic self.

And as if the memories of this place weren't enough, Cat's words about him seemed to echo in her head. How he was only going to use her, how he was a terrorist, and how he didn't want anything to do with their son. It broke her heart to think about the latter, but she couldn't honestly believe that. Sarah couldn't understand how any parent could dislike their own child. She could understand, however, how they could be afraid of it, or even afraid of the responsibility.

Sarah made a bold attempt to keep her composure, though. She was usually pretty decent at keeping her emotions hidden under her smiles and compassionate eyes.

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TAGS && elijah!
OUTFIT && click
CREDIT && lyrics from "90% Gravity" by Bridges I Burn, template by Madame Grimm of Caution.
NOTES && blah post D:

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[ELIJAH AMBERLINE MORO]

sugar we're going down swinging ,

[atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] This was how most of their meeting wound up. The two of them would mostly sit quietly and be too wrapped in their own thoughts or unsure what was safe to say to one another that they would just settle with no communication at all. That was probably the largest barrier between the two of them (and always had been). For a long time Elijah had simply placed the blame on himself, knowing full well that he was a complete mess when it came to exposing things about himself and his feelings. But now he had come to know that Sarah was really not so good at being very open either. She was just as quiet (if not more so) than he was. Then again, she had always been a little better with expressing things than he had in the past. So this left him feeling a little… lost. He wasn’t sure if he should press anything or if he should just gradually start talking about anything that was on his mind. He wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t seem to know what to do either. One of them would have to fix that, he guessed. He didn’t much want their relationship to stay at this stand still forever. Elijah made himself comfortable and placed his chin in his hand. He tilted his head and stared at her sideways for the time being, waiting for her to go ahead and try the food that he had set out for her. Why hadn’t she just tried it already? Maybe she didn’t know it was for her? Or maybe she needed a fork? That was a good possibility actually… Elijah got up from his and walked smoothly around the counter, pulling open a drawer from which he pulled two forks out. He placed one on the plate that was settled on the counter and stuck his in his mouth. He quirked a brow at her again, suddenly speaking with his tongue behind his teeth making him sound like he had a lisp, “You should give it a go, you think?” For the time he stayed on the opposite side of the counter. He stared at her, practically staring her down, a smirk growing on his face in attempts to hurry and pressure her into try it. The smirk grew into a toothy grin eventually with the fork still sticking out from between his teeth. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands still awaiting her judgment on his cooking. While he waited (continuing his on with his playful grin), Elijah decided to dig for another topic. He was determined to make tonight different from all of the other times that they had spent together. Who said that the two of them had to be hopelessly drunk to get along with another? Obviously their first meeting had gone something like that and made the two of them get along just fine but Elijah was beyond that with Sarah now and she obviously was not the type to do what she used to do. In all honesty, he wondered if she ever really was the girl that she had been those so many years ago. Maybe it had just been Catarina’s influence that had pushed her into doing things like that? He wasn’t sure but… he was pretty sure that maybe he could figure it out tonight. Elijah pulled the fork from his mouth and finally tore his gaze off of her to stare down at the countertop. He fiddled with his silverware, tapping it against the fabric of his sweatshirt. “So how is your friend, Catarina?” he mused quietly. “Still thrilled about you giving me a chance?”

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[SARAH LEE DIGGORY]

if the clouds are just too high
I F I T O S S A N D T U R N A N D F A L L B Y T H E W A Y S I D E , J U S T F O L L O W T H E S T A R S

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SARAH had begun to notice the silence between them. Neither of them really liked to talk anyways. Usually Sarah was a fairly decent listener. Sometimes she had to be when she was with Catarina. Cat was one who talked about her problems a lot to certain people, but never let strangers hear or know about them. Sarah was just one to never talk about her problems, not even when she had gotten some therapy. She didn't like wearing her heart on her sleeve. She was already fairly naive; wasn't that enough?

Sarah's eyes looked up to watch Elijah pull out a couple of forks. She hadn't even noticed that they were missing them. It sort of amused her that he had forgotten them. But she didn't want to embarrass him or anything by laughing. He placed a fork on her plate (or so she was assuming, as she didn't plan on taking the fork out of his mouth), and she was going to just stare at the food for a moment; but, Elijah's eager voice intimidated her into trying it right away. She slid the food a bit closer to her, picking up the silverware as she did. Sarah cut off a piece of the palacsinta, but before she brought it up to her lips, she glanced up at Elijah. She felt a bit chagrined from him watching her, but she went ahead and tried it anyways.

Once she had swallowed the bite she took, she gave Elijah an awkwardly inviting smile. "It's really good," she told him sincerely, as it was indeed a delicious treat. Sarah felt that she should say something more; words escaped her at the moment, though. She continued to eat, however, to make up for her lack of speech.

Sarah didn't mind the topic change directed toward Catarina. Her friend was always giving her interesting advice about Elijah. There wasn't much to heed, as Cat just loathed Eli, and would say just about anything to try to change Sarah's mind about him. It was humorous to hear her rants, though. She thoroughly believed that he was Muslim, and was a terrorist. Not that all Muslims were terrorists, but Catarina wasn't the most open-minded people.

"She's okay. But she's definitely not happy that I won't listen to her. It's sort of funny, though. I mean, she gets all worked up about it for nothing, really," Sarah explained, amusement obvious in her voice. She looked at Elijah now, the same sort of whimsy in her eyes. It was an involuntary movement for her to immediately remove her stare from him, to gaze at the counter top. Still, she managed to smile, thinking about how serious Catarina always got when Elijah was brought up. But, Elijah, on the other hand, was never serious when Cat's name was mentioned. Sarah supposed that he knew she was practically harmless. Sure, she was a tall, intimidating character, but she had never harmed anyone. Although, Sarah didn't doubt that if someone really angered Cat, she would throw a punch or kick or bite. She was apt to do anything.

Sarah was starting to warm up to Elijah now. It was strange how it took Cat to break the ice with her. Talking about friends was always fun, she guessed. But she didn't want to speak ill of Catarina, like call her a whore or something. Sarah didn't believe she was, anyways. However, Sarah believed that she, herself, used to be one. She was such a bad person before Gabriel was born. Hopefully, though, she was a bit more appealing personality-wise than she was previously.

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WORDS && 602
TAGS && elijah!
OUTFIT && click
CREDIT && lyrics from "90% Gravity" by Bridges I Burn, template by Madame Grimm of Caution.
NOTES && way to embarrass her, jeez |:

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[ELIJAH AMBERLINE MORO]

sugar we're going down swinging ,

[atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] Sarah finally gave the food a go and Elijah put on a more comforting smile than the devious one he had previously put on. He simply kept smiling when she had answered, someone already certain that she would have said that to him and whether it was genuine or not he’d be pleased enough with it. She was still eating it so it obviously hadn’t made her sick or grossed her out any. So Elijah left her to it, still tapping his fork mindlessly against his arm while she ate. It didn’t even dawn on him that he could have walked back and made one for himself until he stood up straight and recalled the fork in his hand. With that in mind, Elijah turned on his heels and took one long, graceful step back over to the stove. He collected a plate and then started putting his own together. His was more sloppily done than Sarah’s had been since he wasn’t too concerned with ascetics since he already knew the taste would be acceptable. Once he had finished with it he turned back around and stood on the opposite side of the counter facing her again. Then it was his turn to take a first bite out his little meal. Unlike Sarah though, he made no comment on it. It was satisfying enough. When she answered his question regarding Catarina he lift his stare and his brows up to glance at her a moment. His eyes dropped again to concentrate on his food while her words filled his ears. He merely grinned at them though, knowing full well that he had no real concerns involving Catarina. She was just like the rest of the people who had tried to put him down the majority of his life. She was mostly just talk and hopes that he would fail and eventually give into whatever was opposing him. He was already well aware that he could rise above the prejudice by simply turning the other cheek. Oh, and Elijah was very, very good at taking their ignorant comments more as humor than anything serious. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe half of anything that they said to him. He knew who he was and Catarina hadn’t the slightest of ideas of who he was or even where he had come from before this country. All she figured was that he had a shady past and was probably just as bad still. He could care less. “She’s only just concerned with her best friend’s wellbeing,” Elijah said pointedly, waving his fork with an honest little grin on his lips. It was the truth, after all. No matter how much he thought the other girl was ridiculous he still would not doubt and lie to Sarah about her. He always tried to be honest about things anyways. That way you wouldn’t have to deal with anybody saying you didn’t say so or with getting your hopes up on lies. Catarina was simply stubborn and a bit ignorant to people who weren’t a perfect picture of whatever she thought the human being was. That was why she was worried about Sarah. “She only wants you to have the best of the best man around to make you feel like you’re a queen.” Elijah glanced back up at her and gestured to his surroundings with his eyes. “I am not exactly a king as you can see.” And, truth be told, Elijah wasn’t sure if he would ever meet the high standards of Sarah’s family or friends. He could promise to do everything he could and provide with whatever he could but to go as far as say she would be treated like a queen in a castle would just be a lie. For starters, Elijah had never liked those upper class snobs. He could tolerate them, grin at them, and (when necessary in his past) suck up to them. But to become someone who thought they were better… he could not see himself in that position. Nor could he see himself ever worshipping anyone. Loving them? Yes. Cherishing them? Certainly. But to worship someone? Never. “She should remember to watch her words though,” Elijah piped up again. “I have been told she may have an interest in men who are far more… eccentric than myself. So she has no right to give you a hard time. Your choice.”

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