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[elijahfm]

medihc​.

closed.   walker air force base    mid-afternoon   @elijahfm

An inhale to pull in strength before tennis sneakers step inside the front gate of the base.      She’s only here for a moment,       only to take inventory of her medical supplies before heading back home.      A casual affair of brief intrigue and suspicion for every piece of the surrounding she walks by.    Until that familiar form causes a stutter in her walk.      A slender face framed by dark hair.      Old memories bob and sway up to the surface as if they were old flotation devices she had long since shoved underneath the waters of her mind.       So her tongue sharpens and prepares itself alongside the tensing of her knuckles as they curl up into fists.      The intent of her conversation with him is clear in the speed of her gait,     not to mention the entire ignorance she holds by greeting the front gate’s guard with only a curt nod and not her usual smile and wave.    ‘Eli?’    Nickname only spoken out of the previous history of their time overseas.    It comes out roughened by the need to spit venom or shrink inside her shell like a tortoise.    Selena straightens her spine with force,    a desire to appear looming and intimidating despite her short stature.    Arms folded across her chest with regal disapproval,    head tilting upwards to peer at him.  ‘Wasn’t expecting to see you on this side of the world so soon.’

elijah hadn’t been a marine in years, since swapping his lieutenant uniform and the power it gave him after seeing too many things that even a man as cold as himself couldn’t stomach for his two-piece tailored suits and the money that came with his new career, but to this day, his former life would still bleed into his new one sometimes. paths with old companions from overseas colliding like unstoppable freight cars and the interactions weren’t always so pleasant, the camaraderie left behind as soon as they returned home—his eyes catch selena’s smaller figure in the dark, eyes falling on balled up fists and he’s knows this reunion won’t be much different from the ones he’s had before. elijah’s walk is casual and laid-back, face expressionless as he continues until they’re close enough. the tone in her voice alone is enough to alert him that she still holds grudges, words she had swallowed when receiving orders from him back in the day that were threatening to spill out at any moment now. it’s so amusing to him. “ selena, ” a courteous nod, a polite grin. “ wasn’t expectin’ to see you around these parts at all. what brings you here, if you don’t mind my asking. ” he wonders with curious eyes.

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nikkaplays​.

starter: open to everyone! @roswellstarters​​​ location: go wild

“   sorry—- sorry!   actually —- do you mind standing here for a minute?    thanks, ”      she takes advantage of the collision, angling her lean body in such a way as to make it disappear behind the shape of them.   usually she’d be far more courteous, but desperate times…  the big guy heading this way still looks  pretty mad  .    “   you have a very nice back, you know?   ”

elijah’s caught by surprise, body freezing up as his brows furrow together in between trying to figure out what’s happening. the woman’s behind him in an instant but he doesn’t move away. “ do you mind tellin’ me what’s going on, kannika? ” he whispers to her instead, ignoring her comment and moving his confused gaze up ahead, seeing a male figure approaching the two. he leans his face to the side again, “ i’m guessin’ this is about him? what you got yourself into this time? ”

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strikercannon​.

“ oh , i ain’t got nothin’ planned . we’ll see where the night takes me , “ it was an unlikely alliance , yet a useful one . when mickey and lance grew sick of the crackly sheriff’s department phone calls striker knew , if he could remember the digits of elijah’s cell , that he could call the autocrat and promptly iron out his messes . he was on standby for the more serious offences , the ones he needed a good reputation and a clean record to wiggle out from — nobody would listen to a cannon when trying to proclaim innocence . elijah was striker’s secret weapon to avoiding court dates and community service . the prince and the pauper , the two men were cut from entirely different cloths ; the only three-piece suit striker knew was a shirt , pants and a fluorescent orange jumpsuit zipped up halfway over top . “ well , i ‘preciate the offer , chief , but i ain’t wastin’ no good booze , “ the amber concoction ( that could have passed for toilet water ) was knocked back between awaiting lips , guzzled like the last gulps in a desert flask . much like wild animals with their last meals striker didn’t know when he’d next be able to collect such an abundance of discarded liquid , enough for an entire glass of disgust . soon the drink was levelled , and it dripped from stubble as striker leaned up on his elbows across the bar . “ and if you’re buyin’ i’ll get myself some good ol’ southern whiskey . make it a big’un , barkeep . “ 

once upon a time, elijah actually used to be quite selective with the people he’d be seen with out in public, surrounding himself with people that’d be good to maintain his pristine image instead of damaging it. but he’d grown careless in the past few years since returning to roswell—it’s not as if he needed to do much to impress the residents anyways. and it’s also not like he could judge anyone, even if the ugliest parts of him were well hidden behind a handsome face and tailored suits. now exactly how the unlikely team-up between the wayne and the cannon came to be, it was unknown. two people that couldn’t be more opposites from one another and yet there was some sort of unspoken partnership from the get-go, with elijah helping the other ( and his younger brothers ) out of the cuffs whenever he could. “y’know, you and me have very different views on what’s good booze,” and he could be very particular about the exact kind of whiskey he liked to drink. the selection served at the wild pony wasn’t nearly as refined as the one he had back home but it beat how pathetic he felt when drinking by himself. “but, well, at least that’s somethin’ we can agree on. the whiskey. make it two.” he nods towards the bartender.

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lilafms​.

part of lila was always jealous when she watched elijah in his natural habitat. she was a babysitter for all intents and purposes, usually standing at the corner of the bar and monitoring how much went into his system before she had to make the executive decision to cut him off. but just like in other situations like this, her feelings had taken a turn for the confusing, and before she knew it she was wishing she’d be the one he went home with at the end of the night. the thought was intrusive, something that could easily bring the walls of their friendship to ruin, but as she took a slow sip of her drink, the brunette found that her eyes were trained on him the entire time. losing elijah would be the end of the world as she knew it, and even though she had that instinct to close the gap between them when they looked at each other for just a little too long, she was able to show some form of restraint, something that was for the better. “i know you hear that a lot, and do you know how i know? because i’m usually within earshot of you being told that your face is irresistible; unfortunately for me knowing that fact doesn’t deter me from agreeing with it. i’d love to knock you down a few pegs, but i’m just a weak little girl trailing behind you like some lovesick puppy.” she managed a smile as she said this, her own glass cradled between two hands, head tipping back just so she could peer at him now that they were in closer proximity. “i don’t think i could offer you much in terms of being your sugar baby, though. i already give you free access to my house, my liquor cabinet, and my time, and i let you do that for free. happily, but still.” she shifted from one foot to another then, lips twisting in thought before her shoulders met her ears in a shrug. “what kind of games do teenagers play at parties again? truth or dare? spin the bottle? seven minutes in heaven? i feel like you might need more than two people for those types of things.”

elijah wasn’t soft by nature, not even close to it. he was demanding, harsh, and his words always left a bad taste in his mouth, but none of that ever seemed to show whenever in the presence of lila. almost as if having her around turned the lion into a kitten that yearned for her attention, her affections, her loving gaze that rarely ever saw any bad in him. he liked having her around and not only because she made him feel like a human being again when he’d forget it but because he couldn’t imagine her not being there anymore. not being part of his life. which is why whenever a though came in his mind about something that could potentially drive her away, he’d swallow it down, bury it. he never wanted to give her reasons to walk away from him, reasons that could ruin the important friendship they had. her words, though, awaken something in him and he’s unable to keep himself from grinning, head tilted as he brings his glass to his lips. “lovesick puppy,” elijah echoes with curiosity, standing up from the couch and taking slow steps towards her.  “that how you see yourself when you’re around me, then?” he wonders, not realizing he’d come to a halt only inches away from her this time. the sudden closeness that he finds them in is dangerous, her words making it worse on him. we’re friends, we’re friends, we’re friends—he repeats it in his head like a mantra but his gaze still falls to her lips, catching every word that falls from them. we’re friends but what would her lips taste like? would her skin feel as soft as it looked in his rougher hands? what would she think if he’d just close that gap… he averts his eyes elsewhere, humming to himself as he tries to compose his posture. “i’m happy you still haven’t gotten your senses back to throw me out the door. and you know i’ll gladly take whatever you give me, lila.” he winks, leaning his body away from her, trying to put some distance back between them. a playful smile appears on his face, words coming out of him before he could filter them. “we aren’t teens anymore, baby. you wanna kiss me, just use your words.” it’s a joke, right? she’ll take it as such, he hopes. he nudges her leg with his right foot, adding, “ask nicely and i’ll think about it.”

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ambvtchious​.

starter: open to everyone! @roswellstarters​​ location: go wild

darling adelaide  ,     less girl - more fragment with each passing day  ,     waltzes across the room like a haunting ;    pale and cold  ,    hoarfrost in her eyes   &    velvet snow curdled into ball-joined shoulders ,    heels never quite touching the ground  .      she stretches her tiny fingers with the utmost grace  ,     murmuring through the damp rim of her glass ,    “     i was thinking :     if I fell from up here ,   i’d make a wonderful muse ,    don’t you think?   everybody loves a dead girl .     ”       casual detachment robs the morbid observation of its power ,    she sounds ,   instead  ,    almost intrigued  -  like a sheltered child dipping their toes into the pool for the first time .     neck long  ,    spine straight ,    she’s looking  ,    waiting ;   though for what ,   it’s anyone’s guess . 

long fingers wrap around his glass of scotch, curiosity in his dark eyes as he turns to face the woman who’d spoken. a low hum slips from him, shoulders moving and he’s smirking at her comment. what an unusual way to start a conversation, but he still finds himself replying. “some people are into that, sure, but not me.” elijah sips from his drink, allowing the taste to linger on his mouth before he continues. “i’ve never been a fan of suicide cases, because there’s barely any thrill in findin’ out what happened. everything’s always too easy, too quick.” he clears his throat. “very sad, of course,” his tone is completely detached as he says that, void of any empathy whatsoever—it was hard to ever get such a thing out of him. “but you can imagine how that feels for me, as a detective, right? now, if we’re talkin’ about you bein’ pushed instead…” he trails, hints of amusement in his eyes.

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lolafm​.

god , of course . lola would land on the most disgruntled human in the gym , to ask for a hand . head turns , left then right . and again , before looking back at the man attempting to exit the gym . ❝  it would take all of two seconds of your time to give it a firmer whack . ❞  she hadn’t exactly thought of the bug squashing death that elijah had - all she wanted was the damn bar she paid for . ❝ i don’t see anyone else around , do you ?? believe me , if anyone else would have walked by , i would have already asked them . ❞

elijah could be a pill sometimes, an asshole, so it was no wonder that most people had a hard time dealing with him. he’s sure that if he wasn’t as handsome,—and he’s being extremely humble on the term—most people wouldn’t give him the time of their day solely based on how sour his personality could be. so when he takes notice of the woman’s reaction, he eases up a little. “so i’m not that special, then?” he jokes this time, smirking lightly as he moves closer to the machine. “there’s a candy store walkin’ down the street, ya couldn’t have gotten your snack there? you had to trust this machine instead?” but he still gives the whack she asked for, firm and strong like the good army man that he was.

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norahqs.​

hearing that elijah was here for work instantly made her feel more relaxed, “good! you had me worried there for a second”. she nods her head, “i hope it’s nothing too serious though” at the mention of coffee a smile comes across her face, “i’m always up for coffee. it’s been a long day”. 

“i was a marine, ma’am, takes a lot to take me down.” he jokes in a way to shake her worries away, but it was the truth. he hadn’t been in the hospital for personal reasons in years—healthy as a horse, as his mother liked to say. “when’s it ever too serious in this town?” this time his voice is grumpier but he isn’t about to dump his aversion towards his job on her like that. “good, good. coffee always put me in a better mood. you’re thinkin’ nebula or crashdown?”

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wesdavis​.

“i’m not concerned, because i’m hot, and the hot girls always survive to the end of the movie.” or maybe it was just the fact that he’d always joked that when he did finally die, it would be by murder, so elijah threatening him really did just feel like something that was destined to happen. or maybe he was just too him to be effectively threatened. “plus, i feel like secretly you’d miss seeing my pretty face every day.” his head tilts in the other male’s direction when he finally starts to get the details on why his friend is just so hungover this morning, and he can’t say he blames him. it certainly does seem like he had a bit of fun. “hell yeah you should let me be your third instead of some random fuckin’ guy. i mean, come on, at least you don’t gotta worry about me tryin’ to steal your date away.” pause, before the words leave his lips unbidden. “if you have the guy’s number, though, i’ll give him a call, you know, test the waters. i don’t think there’s a ton of women in roswell that i haven’t slept with at this point, time to open up a new booty call pool.”

“as far as i’m aware, the stereotype in those kinda movies goes that the hot dumb bimbo always dies first, ain’t that right? but what do i know, i don’t waste my time with that crap.” one corner of his lips quirks into a more elijah-like smirk, the ones that make his handsome face extremely punchable to others. “don’t overestimate how much i like you, wes. a face like yours would be missed but i feel like bein’ freed from your annoyin’ ass would trump everything else.” it’s extremely easy for elijah to be himself around the other, which is probably why they’re such good friends. it also helps that they were more alike than either of them would like to admit. he swallows down another sip from his milkshake, holding back a snort. “and you think anyone would be able to steal a date from me? please, weston, look at me. ya know girls follow me around like puppies beggin’ for my attention at bars. you’ve seen it happen.” the cockiness in his tone isn’t unfounded and they both know that. and it’s not as if he needs to reassure his friend of that but sometimes elijah just likes to gloat. “sorry, pal. his number was squished in my hand and thrown in the garbage as soon as he handed it to me, like every other person’s that has attempted to get a call back from me.”

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rhysevantaylor​.

Whiskey it was. Rhys ordered the drinks without any further words, waiting until they were placed down in front of them both to speak again. He didn’t like to bring his days at work to the bar, but sometimes it happened and he couldn’t really stop in front happening. After taking a long gulp from his drink, he nose wrinkled a moment. “Bad day,” he began, even though that explained literally nothing. He didn’t really like to divulge things that had happened at the medical centre unless people asked outright. “Lost one of my patients. Knew it was going to happen soon, but it’s still shitty.”

the detective was someone that much rather not talk about his feelings, or someone else’s, at all and so he secretly hopes that rhys doesn’t go into much detail about his worries. if only because he wouldn’t know what to say in response. the silence lingers and he takes that as a win, moving closer to the bar as they wait for the drinks to be served, and that’s when the doctor explains. his lips pucker for a second, listening with intent—even if it was harder for elijah to show empathy as it was for a normal person, he could still understand how someone’s death would affect you. “that’s the job, doc.” he shrugs. “it will always suck, but there’s not much you can do but to prepare yourself more for next time. still, i’m sorry it happened.”  

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Can you show me the hidden apps in your phone?

“that’d make me really bad at my job if i’d just willingly give you somethin’ like that, right?”

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FMK the last 3 people on the dash

“joseph, lila and rhys. interesting. i’d kill joseph—nothin’ personal, i just don’t really know the guy. he seems like he’s cool, though. maybe i’d take him out for a drink before, ya know, takin’ him out. and then i’d marry lila for the obvious reasons that she’s probably the only person that can handle me in larger doses. but how mean of me to be doomin’ her with that, right? and i guess i’d fuck rhys, if he’s ever up for that. he’s a nice lookin’ fella.” @bernejoseph @lilafms @rhysevantaylor 

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Have you ever been in love?

“no. love, as a whole, is such a stupid and meaningless concept. maybe it’s just a me thing,” a bitter laughter follows. “but i’ve never even came close to findin’ out what that feels like. apart from the affection i feel towards my parents, love isn’t somethin’ i’m interested in.”

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do you ever miss being in the marines?

“sometimes. i mean, i left for a reason. it ain’t for the faint of heart and i had just about seen enough nightmares come alive to know that i was done with that part of my life, so there’s no way i’d ever return. but i miss the brotherhood, the feelin’ of knowing you could count on those people around you, know for sure that they would do anythin’ for you without a second thought. fight for you, die for you even—there’s nothin’ quite like that.”

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GENERAL KIRIGAN / THE DARKLING / ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA.

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lilafms​.

the comment nearly made her seize entirely, every bit of her freezing in place while she kept her gaze turned away from him. while lila was always confused about how they became friends in the first place, it was a connection that she liked to maintain however she possibly could. most of their time was spent consuming alcohol—or rather, it was her on standby while elijah put just a little too much into him at the time. she liked being his designated driver, or designated responsible human, or whatever it was she is to him; but despite all that, she was still attracted to him despite telling herself to knock it off, so the moment the subject was changed to something else, she let herself release the breath she’d been holding for what felt like an eternity. “i suppose you can have a big boy cup if that’s what you want. i have a hard time not giving you your way.” finally, lila turned to face him, eyes only glancing at what he’s chosen before she’s looking back up at him. “i know you’re capable of replacing things, and i appreciate your offer of becoming my sugar daddy,” a risky tease, but one that made the dimples on her cheeks appear, clearly pleased with herself. “but you don’t need to do that. i actually do quite well on my own, and i intend to keep it that way.” reaching forward to take both glasses, she sets them on a nearby table, already tasking herself with pouring both drinks before she can extend a glass out to him. “is this a party that involves games? you know i can’t resist a good game.”

her complete silence to his joke definitely doesn’t go unnoticed and the detective starts to mentally kick himself for not holding back his tongue for once in his life, even if it was done unconsciously. it’s not as if he ever saw sleeping with his friends as an issue, and the perfect example of that is how his friendship with weston had only seemed to get stronger over the years, but lila seren was different. she wasn’t cut from the same cloth that elijah or weston were, which made it clear that he could so easily ruin their friendship if he were to step over that invisible boundary he’d put up between the two. he could lose her and he didn’t want that, even if that’s something he’d take a while to admit. so no matter how intoxicated he was by her beauty, before one drop of alcohol had even reached his system, he wouldn’t allow what they had to crash and burn that easily. her voice fills up the air again and he’s able to relax, grin returning to his lips. “i hear that a lot, y’know? i’ve been told i have quite the irresistible face.” he shrugs nonchalantly, annoyingly so. lila’s tease does pleasantly surprises him and that can be seen on his features. “well, seren, i wasn’t thinkin’ on the term sugar daddy but your suggestion does sound a whole lot nicer.” he can’t contain himself but follows his words with a small chuckle, accepting the glass and lightly tapping it against hers. he’s quick to take a sip from his drink to keep himself from adding any more to his previous comment. “game?” elijah licks his lips while taking a seat on the couch, making himself comfortable again. “i though we were already playin’ a game—how fast we can get drunk on this rosé without drinkin’ the whole bottle? or did you have somethin’ else in mind?” he quirks one brow in questioning.

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“he kisses your thigh and bites your lip says that angels like to sin he scratches your side and bruises your hip you think you’ve let the devil in”

— forbidden fruit  (via elizagonzalez)