i know you move your fingers when you sleep because i have felt them move and i know i must do the same.
and i must wonder how many times we have unconsciously, in dreams or nightmares, reached for each other's hands and never even known.
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" some nights you drink tea, some nights you drink whiskey. " — atticus
new orleans, the city full of wonder. music, dancing, food and flowers. astonishing qualities that attracted tourists and philosophers to drunks and dancers. a city full of opportunity. however, the closer you get, the more you can see the darkness simmering within the soil. the bloodshed and tears. heartbreak and quiet sobs mixing together to create the perfect cocktail of pain. pain. that was new orleans to many of its supernatural habitants. but, to almost all oblivious humans who wandered the streets, new orleans was a fresh start. a fresh start full of magic and wonder.
elsie winters flashed her soft smile and whispered words of encouragement to the young woman at the bar counter with tear stained cheeks and smudged mascara. the brunettes long legs covered in black jeans carried her to the empty stool next to the weeping woman. she carried a drink in her hand, cranberry and vodka, to kindly offer to the stranger. with a rough day freshly clouding her senses, the sad girl finished the drink before elsie could even blink.
elsie hesitantly departed from the emotionally unstable girl as the bell chimed, signaling another customer who was craving a drink during the dark and late hours of the night. elsie wiped her sticky hands on her apron, the residue covering her fingers emitted from the cap of the cranberry juice container. she took her place behind the bar once again, eyeing the young girl who had her head in her hands and the empty drink in front of her.
"excuse me, miss.." a silky smooth accent and raise of a hand caught elsie's attention, her head whipping to the side. stray hairs that escaped her ponytail smacked against her cheekbones, cloaking her eyesight momentarily. "my apologies." she quickly whispered, repeating herself when she realized her words were too quiet. the man, however, didn't need her to speak twice. his heightened senses deciphered her first words perfectly.
elsie looked up from her dirtied apron, locking her gaze with one of the most beautiful persons she had ever seen. his structured jaw clenched and unclenched, body dressed in a polished suit that seemed to be worth more than elsie's rent for six months. she scanned her eyes across his gelled hair, styled to perfection. the sound of his throat clearing pulled elsie from her daze, causing her cheeks to heat up and a blush to tint her face. "sorry, i'm sorry. what can i do for you?"
elijah felt very similar to the girl only moments before when he entered. he felt the the breath leave his lungs as he stepped into the smaller bar, needing a break from the usual therapy sessions with camille. his eyes scanned the nearly empty place, falling on a tall brunette with a gorgeous smile. her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and stray hairs framed her face beautifully. black jeans and a red colored shirt clung to her figure in all of the right ways, and elijah was entranced. he, however, came out of his trance quite quickly. it must've been the respectfulness that his character truly possessed, he didn't stare very long. but, he wished to.
