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It was one of the usual fancy business parties that her fiancé would host and she dreaded them. They reminded her of home too much, but she did care greatly for him and she wasn’t going to miss such a big event because of her stupid mommy-issues. After greeting his guests and doing some schmoozing, Alexis took it upon herself to disband from the group and tell her fiancé that she would go get herself a glass of water. She didn’t want to have any alcohol in her system, since she knew it would only be a reckless move considering drunk Alexis is not particularly professional. Making her way over to where the glasses of water were, she took one from a tray before making her way around the house. It was gorgeously decorated and she decided to take a look around. Alexis went from room to room admiring different paintings, but one stood out to her. She had seen this painting before. The persistence of memories. It was a painting that always made her feel sad. And it was because out of all the memories that she had, only the bad one persisted. She doesn’t remember a happy time in her childhood that involved her mother. Staring at the painting, she could only think about how much she respected the artist. The fact that his painting could cause her to have such an emotional reaction bothered but her amazed her at the same time.

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It was a ridiculous notion that just because Xavier was blind, and that his friend’s friend knew a girl who was deaf,  the two of them should be set up on a date together. Yet his friend’s insistence that he go had eventually wore Xavier down to the point of agreeing. It was, after all, difficult to deny to himself that it might be interesting change to go out with someone who also understood what it was like to be sense short of the norm. As he sat waiting for her to arrive, he ran a hand through his hair nervously and ran his fingertips across the Braille menu that this restaurant fortunately had, although he wasn’t actually taking in any of the information at all.

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The evening was the prime time for Ben to practice his ball skills. No one was around to take up the court, and he could just concentrate on what he was doing without being watched or distracted. It was getting pretty late now, but he was determined; he refused to go home until he’d sunk ten baskets in a row. Standing on the edge of the three point line, he dribbled the ball a few times and took a deep breath. If he sunk this shot, then he would be able to go home feeling nice and ready for his first college game on Friday. Throwing the ball with a jump, his eyes watched as the ball sailed towards the basket, spun around the rim twice, before going in. Letting out a whoop, he scooped up the ball, and with his adrenaline pumping, did a celebratory dunk.

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As he stood in Arrivals terminal of the Los Angles airport, waiting for his friend’s plane to arrive, Brad could barely contain his excitement. He hadn’t seen Elijah in almost a full year; far too long in his opinion. Which was exactly why Brad had arranged for his friend to be flown L.A so he could hangout with him before, during, and after the show he was playing there the next night. He was practically bouncing up and down on his feet as he heard the announcement that the flight from Blackpool had arrived. He was getting impatient as he waited for Eli to make his way off of the plane, but it still didn’t stop him from being ecstatic. When he saw the familiar tall figure of his friend coming towards him at last, towering over everyone else around him, Brad’s face broke out into a grin so wide that it almost hurt his face. Yet he couldn’t bring it down any; it was a perfect reflection of his mood at that moment. “Bloody hell mate, did you get taller? Or did I just forget how tall you were?” Brad asked with an exuberant laugh. “Holy shit. It’s great to see you mate! I mean yeah, I knew it was going to great, but I wasn’t prepared for this if I’m being honest” Unable to resist the urge any longer, Brad pulled his friend into a hug, clapping him on the back and letting out another joyous laugh.

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As she stood idly on the front steps of Elijah’s building, waiting for him to return from wherever he might be, Maddison felt almost certain that she knew how this whole situation was going to play out when he arrived to find her here. Every time she played it over in her head, she could only see it ending badly, with him pushing her away, or ignoring her altogether. Yet, no matter how many times she tried talking herself out of it, she still ended up deciding on following through with her plan to come here anyway. As much as she felt pretty sure that she would end up crying by the end of it all, she needed to see him, if only to make sure that she hadn’t completely imagined his existence. Because in the case of Elijah Knight, he had always seemed to good to be true to her, even when she had seen him, and spoke to him every day.

Drumming her fingers in an impatient rhythm on the stone she was sitting on, she chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek. Every so often she would get up hastily and pace up and down a strip of the sidewalk for a few moments, before returning to her spot on the steps again. She continued in this pattern of sitting and pacing for almost two hours, her eyes shooting up anxiously every time she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, only to feel a strange mix of relief and disappointment when it wasn’t him.  She was just convincing herself that maybe she should just go home and try again another day, when she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps again, and this time looked up to see him. Her body did a series of things all at once at the sight of him; she lept to her feet without ever making the conscious choice to, her heart skipped a beat, her stomach lurched and her lips spread into a smile, but then almost immediately she bit down on her bottom lip. She didn’t think he had noticed her yet, and now that she had seen him she was tempted to turn and run in the opposite direction. Instead, she stayed firmly planted in the spot she stood. “Elijah” She said simply, in a voice so soft that she was surprised it even made a sound at all. 

Sooo for Jackson:         

 - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone : Æthelstan of course

 - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: Totally his face photoshopped onto a tree 

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: The theme song of The Ents from Lord of the Rings