throw it away. forget yesterday.

[Alexisonfire Golding]

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Sighing, Alexis hugged onto her knees and rested her chin ontop of them. Her eyes were glued to the line of the horizon, and they would not stop pricking like tears were forming in them. She had spent less then half her life here and she had already forgotten what it was like beyond that line. Life, although Alexis put up with it and dealt with it quite well, was hard. It was so difficult here.

Alexis wriggled her bare toes as the waves ran up the beach and soaked them. She could not help but smile a little. Just to feel the water on her skin, and the sand on her toes, cheered her up a little. It made her feel a little safe, but she knew deep down she would never feel entirely safe again. Not here.

[Christian Lefroy]

It was one of those days that looked warmer than it truly was. The breeze wasn’t chilly but the sun seemed to be shining so brightly that they entire earth should simply be glowing with the same warmth. The sky was primarily blue, though a few puffy white clouds made occasional experiences. Alaric made one of his usually pilgrimages to the ocean. Even as a child the werewolf had fancied it. His Grandmum used to take him to the Giant’s Causeway and tell him fantastical stories. Sometimes she would awaken Alaric (well to her Christian) before the sun had risen. They’d take the beat up wagon to the causeway. The entire, not very long way there his Grammy would fuss with the radio- trying to find anything to keep the boy’s eyes open. If they found a song both would howl together off key and hope the finish of the song would coincide perfectly with their arrival.

Fog rolled in frequently off the sea and there the most beautiful sunrise anyone could ever image took place. Once she let him stay- in pajamas and everything. He jumped from the large-stair-like rocks. They were slippery and ever time he fell she’d tell him to be more careful but then he’d start running again until she called him in for lunch. When he got older he swam there, despite the known treacherous currents. It came in useful when he got older and made an escape to Scotland- crossing the causeway.

Alaric lamented the times gone by. However he did not miss the causeway. The Isles were no longer his home- there was too little room for a werewolf, and too many people… The Island was nice he supposed though he wasn’t a big fan of werewolf and vampire hunters. Maybe today he’d escape them all and swim out to the edge of the curse. He had heard so many stories and was rather curious. His eyes lit up as the roar of the sea grew stronger and he smell the strong salty air. He picked up a brisk jog, planning on running into the water, but as suddenly he realized another being.

Being caught off guard he nearly sounded like a regular, nice person, however a little surprised (which naturally his Ulster accent brought out al the more). “o, hullo. “ he came to a stop near the girl, she looked slightly familiar. Now he had absolutely no idea of what to do- catching himself in one of those awkward positions. So he merely said, “ have we met before?”

[Alexisonfire Golding]

Alexis jumped at the sound of another voice. She had been so wrapped up in her own little world of worries and fears, she had of course become oblivious to her surroundings, and the horizon line had been her only concern. Blinking hard, she managed to dry her tears to how they looked before.

She shot to her feet, as this had become a sort of habit living here. Her hazel eyes looked him from head to foot, taking a step backwards. She could not remember ever having seen him in her life. "No. I don't think so," she shrugged, reaching down to pick up her shoes; black pumps. There was something about being with a stranger and being barefoot that made her feel vunerable.

[Christian Lefroy]

“Alright, sorry then.” Alaric probably had just seen her around without anyone realizing it. He had a tendency to quietly creep about the island. Life was better that way: being unnoticed. Invisibility gives one freedom, its when people start looking into lives and judging, then starts trouble. For once the judging starts then people are stereotyped and differentiated, which leads to fear. Fear then leads to trouble. Not that Alaric wasn’t plenty of trouble himself, he just never was noticed- well not by anyone vaguely important.

He observed the girl quickly clutching and couldn’t resist smirking- though not too obviously or someone might think other emotions could be produced from the monster. And he certainly didn’t want people associating him with human beings because then they’d be all the more terrified. Personally Alaric always hid under the bed as a child to party with the monsters and avoid the scary people of his former species. It was a decent decision, except he had a boring bed- no monsters ever visit. However the imaginary one’s suited him quite well. If Alaric, or Christian as he was referred to in his younger years, had to do it all again, imaginary monsters definitely held the upper hand. People just abandoned… then again why would they support the kid who played with imaginary monster… Except that was a metaphor Alaric had created in his head. He never went under his bed, the closet would be a much better monster place, but at night he typically slept. People simply stabbed one another in the back. It was a genetic characteristic.

Anyway back to the present and the observation of shoes. “It’s truly I alright, I promise. You shoes aren’t my style anyways let alone my size. Butya might want to watch out for the nymphs… sneaky little things with an obsession for shoes- and they might actually be your size.”

[Alexisonfire Golding]

Alexis shrugged and looked at the floor."It's alright," she mumbled. Since learning to speak, she had always wondered why people always said sorry for things the did not really feel sorry about. For example, you would not be sorry about mistaking someone for another; you would not be sorry you had gotten the wrong phone number; you would not be sorry you picked up the wrong coat, and you would not be sorry you cut ahead of someone in a line not realising they were first. If you did, you would have to be quite a sensitive person, something Alexis was most definately not.

Alexis could not help but let a little playful smile decorate her lips as she noticed him smirking. He tried to keep it discreet; Alexis could tell, but she had learnt that examining someones face on first meeting them, it was easy to see if they were a threat to her safety, and although she could not decide on the amount of danger she could be put in by this man, his little smile made her curious. Especially the way he had tried to keep it discreet. "I hope you don't mind me askin', sir," she started, raising an eyebrow and her cockeny London accent shing through, "And I ain't bein' funny, but can I ask what you're doing down here?"

Alexis couldn't resist but let out a small giggle, as she stepped into her shoes. "Nah, don't worry. I didn't think you'd pinch 'em. You'd look better in heels anyway," she replied.