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[elijah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] for the life of me * Eli stood on some wooded structure over what seemed to be rocky cliffs, looking out over a beach and the water that constantly cradled it. The water was very blue and he was curiously admiring the surfers that graced the waves. That was something he never did. He waved off his guard and slipped off his shoes, dress jacket, and socks, leaving them in the car before heading down the wooden steps. The left over sand on the stairs felt hot on his feet, but also rough. Somehow he wasn't pained by it. Mind you, he spent many vacations on beaches. So many people were in these areas and he felt safe knowing he wasn't a single individual in front of a judgmental crowd. He watched the water thoughtfully as he finally reached the rocky sand. It was smooth, but still he could feel all that went into these beaches. There were people around and perhaps he would stand out with his dressed attire, but perhaps not. Very few knew his face around these parts. Not without an entourage following him about. His eyes scanned the faces of surrounding people and wandered down the beach, away from the crowd, allowing himself close enough to the water so it occasionally reached his feet. His jaw was clenched, Eli was often told that his default look scared people off, he hoped not. He wasn't a anti-social person. He was just fairly odd sometimes, but only to those who knew him. And very few did. He was artistic, quiet, and mostly reserved. But not mean and certainly not standoffish. Elijah walked to the beat of his own drum, it seemed. But he did as he was supposed to, his sense of responsibility did not falter simply because he did art, and those who did, didn't see the point in truly finding art as their own. The term artist was often misconstrued. He did not wish to be labeled as such and thus it was often hidden. After all, images and what not. The media was not his friend, they were all taught that at an early age. Whether or not by listening to their elders, or by personal experience. Eli just learned how to be exceptionally private, and still remains that way. He picked up a stone and observed it, seating himself on a rather large boulder that took refuge in the sand. He did not want to go to his hotel yet. And he suspected his guard coming to check on him soon. Babysat at his age? He despised it. He watched a few people walk by and skipped the stone along the water, over the waves and smiled to himself. Perhaps this would be a more pleasurable visit if he knew more than his family. Family, which, seemed to all be in trouble for one reason or another. Eli was a very philosophical person, though was never one to do well on tests or school. He just knew things, observed them, and understood. It was his gift and he enjoyed it.... knowing people. It was intriguing always. People, nature, all things that had a sou and were never the same. Left completely different imprints on the world. WORDS: 536 . TAGGED: open . OUTFIT: lazyy

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[dorian silas archer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] till kingdom come the beach in los angeles was rumored to be so beautiful. dorian hadn't had a chance to head over and check it out yet, finally today was the day. he had set off today with the intention of being alone and getting some time away from amara to just think of what his next move would be. dorian had left the loft in a haste whilst amara was still sleeping, he left a note taped to the fridge where she would most likely see it. he barely had enough time to call his parents to assure them he was still alive and breathing. he had to cut the phone call short because he didn't want his parents hearing the busy streets of los angeles. every five minutes there was a siren wailing in the background somewhere. he sometime's yearned for the quiet streets of denmark, his castle was so quiet most days. dorian also missed his grand piano more than anything, here in los angeles he had a small keyboard. it just wasn't the same effect as a piano. sometime's he wanted to play it but he didn't want to play infront of amara incase she didn't like classical music. he longed with the white and black keys, the feeling of the metal pedals making different note sounds. dorian was an unhappy guy most of the time but behind the piano he felt like he could express his emotions fully when writing a composition. he could practically hear the echo of the piano now. as he exited his car and left his shoes and his overcoat in the car he went towards the sand. he felt his feet sink into the beads of sand and he felt even more relaxed. as he walked across the white sands he saw a lot of surfers across the waves. the sea looked perfectly blue, they really weren't kidding it was gorgeous out here. dorian started towards the right side of the beach and kept walking, he slid on his sunglasses and didn't pay much attention to anyone in particular. he looked to the left towards the parking lot and saw a black limo-type car that would only be seen back in denmark. it also looked like their was an insignia on the back of it. it looked oddly familiar until he saw a familiar face of none other than elijah's body guard. he glanced at dorian for a brief second and dorian panicked and kept walking straight ahead until he found who they were guarding. dorian found the person he had been looking for, none other than the duke of denmark elijah archer. he approached the rock he had been leaning on, eli was a man of few words. growing up with him he always was a bit more mature than the rest of them. dorian had gone through that cocky-teenage boy phase (and still was going through it a bit actually) but it seemed like eli skipped right over all that and became a man. he was the one who was fit to be prince not dorian. "eli! what are you doing here?" dorian said, he let his accent flow freely. there was no need to pretend not to be american with him. "did my mom and dad send you?" he said his brow furrowing a bit. dorian hadn't seen eli in what seemed like a long time, he would be at the castle half the time and even had his own room there. eli was like a brother to him but his parents wanted dorian to stay here so they could obtain the crown. "how's steph doing...?" dorian said a little more concern growing into his voice. WORDS: 691 . TAGGED: ELI . NOTES: NONE

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[elijah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] for the life of me * Elijah was somewhat startled by the familiar voice. The accent, the tone, it was all the sound of his close relative, Dorian. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend curiously a smile on his face, "I wondered when I would happen upon you." He spoke, his low and rough voice flowing smoothly in his accent. Dorian looked very.. sunkissed, which he wasn't very surprised about. This heat was nearly unbearable. He wanted more temperate climates. What he did observe nearly off the back was something he pretended not to, and put it from his mind. "I have been enjoying this delightful beach," Eli said, grinning at his friend, family, nearly brother. He stood off the rock and placed his hands delicately in his pockets, "I actually came on my own accord." Although it was somewhat suggested by all parents to either stay or go, Elijah thought it would be a good idea to see what the hype was about in this American town. The questions came out freely and Elijah did not think it would be otherwise. It was nice to see that Dorian still thought of Steph. He still was very confused by the flash of gold he noticed earlier. But Elijah wasn't known to be a tattletale. If he saw something, he kept it. "She's well. Steph is a tough one." A smile. The girl was... a faithful one if he ever seen one. And he was very much friends with the both of them. Which would put anyone else in a compromising position, but Elijah wasn't like that. He took, analyzed and was able to help people. he was easily relied on, though very rarely returned the favour. His mind, his thoughts were entirely his own. Strong, silent, and mysterious barely did him justice. He was a different form of being. Often he found himself curious what it would be like on the other side of this wall. What if he decided to do exactly what he wanted? Duty out of the window? It was hard enough to take a simple trip to LA, if he was so free, he could go anywhere, do anything. But Elijah still found that he would undoubtedly be still doing art and enjoying his solitude. Perhaps spending time with Dorian would be a beneficial move on his part. "How has everything been here?" He spoke clearly, unable to wrap his mind around getting out of his accent. "I assume you enjoy the heat." Elijah spoke jokingly at him. WORDS: 536 . TAGGED: open . OUTFIT: lazyy

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[dorian silas archer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] till kingdom come dorian could obviously tell by the way the guy walked around the beach it was elijah. he had this poise and perfection about him. something that his parents wanted for him but obviously elijah wasn't their son. he deserved the hierarchy and all the loyal subjects, not dorian, he wasn't fit for the role. "i see you're still the same even after all these months." dorian chuckled softly, his cousin was the most deep guy he had ever met. the guy could practically tread water in a sea of angry waves and still be calm. dorian always wished he had a level head like eli, he always seemed to see all aspects of every scenario before making a decision. these traits would make him the perfect king. his appearance seemed unchanged aswell, he looked relatively the same the last time dorian had saw him. "yeah, l.a.'s got some amazing beaches. really nice weather too, unlike back at home." dorian practically shivered at the thought of it. it was warm all year round in l.a. apparently, which was one of the reasons he wanted to stay here. eli leaned on a rock and placed his hands in his pockets. dorian sighed, he knew he was going to have to talk to him about the back-at-home situation. "are you here for business or pleasure?" dorian asked raising an eyebrow, all of eli's answers always left him with more questions. "oh good," dorian sighed a sigh of relief, he knew steph was strong.. but would it be enough to survive the news that dorian would have to tell her? she practically called him everyday, he tried to answer most of the time but it was tough when he lived with amara. "i'm glad to hear that." dorian said leaning against the rock with eli, he faced the ocean and took in some ocean air. it was really beautiful here, he could see why eli loved it so much. there was nothing like this back at home, l.a. was a beautiful town and make no mistake.. dorian was staying. he knew that eli wouldn't take orders from his parents to come and fetch dorian. eli swung to his own beat and dorian always tried to understand his point of view but really he couldn't. "everything's been fine, kinda miss the butlers and the head chef back at home though." dorian chuckled, he wondered if eli would laugh if he told him he had a full time job at the tax company. "yeah i'm not used to so much sun.. pale people like me are rare around here." dorian joked back. it was nice to share a joke with an old friend, he had barely any friends here since he had been busy establishing himself as a regular citizen. "i have to tell you something eli, only because i know you're the one person who won't criticize me or yell at me." dorian said looking down to the sand between his toes. "i got married." dorian held up his hand and the gold ring caught the glimmer of the sun. "it's not what you think though.." dorian said letting his hand drop. WORDS: 691 . TAGGED: ELI . NOTES: NONE

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