love's labour's lost

@flevvrty​ / Elodie

He’d just gotten out of the shower and stepped from the bathroom, clad in a towel when the door opened. As far as Marcus knew, he had the room all afternoon to himself. His roommate - who they said was his ‘soul mate’ or something like that, was out and about in the world. Probably doing her own thing, so he figured it was a good time to just pack and try and figure out again why he’d come here? Finding ‘love’ was not a vampires’ thing. Humans die, immortals get tired of just fucking or whatever and wandered off to do other things in the world. He’d been content to be a watcher of humanity for the longest time. Something about the letter, though, peaked his curiosity and brought him to this island. After a quick unpacking (and noting there was only one bed), he hopped in the shower. Vampires might not sweat or whatever, but they still liked to not smell like, you know, death. 

His dark eyebrows went up when a petite girl walked into the room. He stood there at almost a foot and a half taller than her, muscled and huge and gave her a look. “Um… hi…” he said, a warming in his chest betraying simple surprise of her being here. “I’m… Marcus, and you are?” 

ELODIE’S LACK OF social graces had been hard-won through inexperience. she’d tried to circumnavigate it recently through avoidance, but that wasn’t quite the answer, either. elodie, instead, had attempted today to reach out and socialize. she’d been somewhat successful, finding a few who would humor her with interaction, but the girl had exhausted herself. what elodie had not anticipated was that, upon her return to her room, she would be confronted with the view of a massive man, all muscle and dripping, and... her innocent eyes went wide.

“Crime Scene Investigation: Amor…” illustrated Shane as he walked with the girl, seeing her lighten up a little bit from her first tentative words spoken to him. “They’ve got some black lights, some test tubes and forceps. Probably sucking up sand like in a vacuum cleaner and running it through a filtering system. If it catches the dust at 15 microns, that’s old Edgar!” he chuckled. “We could make a show out of this. People would watch it.” 

The succubus put his hands behind his back and walked along beside the petite blonde beauty. “Hmm… exploring is good. This island does have a lot to offer, depending on what you’re looking for,” Shane commented with a nod. “But you do bring up a good question. Imagine sending the remains home to mum and dad? They’re like… ‘what’s this, sand from the beach? This isn’t our son!’. Meanwhile some unlucky bloke is laying on top of old Edgar’s remains getting some sun…”

gabriella chuckled softly when the other girl complimented what she did. “well thank you, my family always tells me not to do something nuclear like that, but he had chances to quiet down or shut up and he didn’t.” the hybrid replied with a smile. “oh, no, don’t be jealous of anyone who is suppose to be my soulmate, they will have to deal with my short temper and my commitment issues.” she laughed.

A THIN BLACK DRESS STOPS ABOVE HER KNEE, golden frame enjoying the sun.   the heat on her skin was comforting.   at her words dark brows knit in her own thought before taking a seat at her side.    she’s quiet for a few passing moments ……..

PUSHING HER SUNGLASSES INTO HER HAIR,    purple tinged hues glance over to the other before looking back forward and to the water.    “ you’re going to need something stronger than that if its peace you’re searching for. ”    she replies monotonously.    “ the cosmos are always shifting. as do our moods. i however, choose my own mood. ”   in a attempt to soften the blow, alexandra clears her throat.    “ i’m fine. just trying to enjoy the….. views. am i intruding? ”   *

Preston chuckled at the other man’s recommendation.  Preston had shattered his share of cell phone screens, but usually because he dropped it or some other clumsy reason and not because of rage.  “You’ve got a point about that.  I think sometimes I’d rather not know what goes on out there at all, you know?  Especially recently.”

Rowan had been excited upon receiving the letter claiming he had a soulmate. He hadn’t wasted any time making arrangements to come to the island. Though he was incredibly nervous and infinitely shy he had been convinced that anyone who could be his soulmate would like those things about him. He had arrived a few days earlier and had admittedly spent most of that time in his room waiting to see if his person would even show up. The waiting was killing him though and he finally decided it was time to go out and meet some people and stop being such a hermit. He had spent so much time convincing himself to leave the room that he didn’t pay any attention as he rushed out of it nearly making the person walking by fall over. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?”

“i mean, i always feel a bit off, i don’t think it has anything to do with the cosmos.” the hybrid said honestly. with isabella she always felt off because of what she was, half angel half demon; she was always in conflict with herself. her angel side always wanted to do good while her demon side wanted to cause chaos and destruction. “i do wish it did have something with the cosmos so it could pass.”

“So just who do you think came up with the genius idea of inviting vampires to a sun-shining island?” asked Shane, walking along the sidewalk, drink in hand as usual. “Personally I think the owners here will be cleaning up little piles of dust all over the place before long. What’s your impression so far?” 

“ MAYBE THIS WAS A bad idea? maybe i should go home? ” her head swiveled, looking around the lobby of the building she was standing in. eleanor’s options now were to walk out the door or continue through up the stairs or elevator to her room. “ is there even a way off the island? are we stranded here until someone decides to let us off? ” this was uncharacteristic of her. she should not have left her comfy life in los angeles; this was already a big mistake.

      “ is it cliche to stop at the bar first on a gorgeous tropical island? ” enzo cared little for the answer to that particular question. he was already perched at the bar’s counter, fingers clasped around a whiskey neat. a coy smile tipped the corners of his lips and the lich gestured to the stool beside him, inviting. “ come and muse about this whole situation with me, hm? i don’t bite. first drink’s on me. ”

gabriella knew that she was probably the only person who was outside on a laptop, but her classes just started up again and she wanted to stay on top of her studies. she sat facing the ocean with a cup of coffee next to her. there was a man talking very loudly on his phone, pretty much yelling at the other person. “silencio.” she said and the man couldn’t speak anymore and she chuckled at he stormed away. “i feel bad for whoever his soulmate.”

Living among mostly humans for so long caused Preston to try to blend in.  Even on an island where he knew most people were supernatural beings of some sort, he found himself sitting in a coffee shop with a plain cup of coffee that he had no real intention on touching.  A newspaper had been placed on the table he’d chosen, and Preston was half-heartedly reading it when he saw someone sit down at the table adjacent to his.  “Seems a little silly to put these out, doesn’t it?” he asked, motioning to the paper.

THERE WAS A SAYING SOMEWHERE about old habits and how they died. samson knew it well, and knew that there was something to be said for the simple pleasures of cracking open the paper, reading pages rather than the bright light of a screen. of course... samson loved that, too. modern luxuries were still a relatively new novelty, and the shininess hadn’t quite worn off yet. “it’s less convenient. more limited,” samson agreed, but motioned to the opening page. “but when you see a headline you hate, you can chuck it. wouldn’t recommend doing that with someone’s phone.”