kiincaid:
SHE DIDN’T THINK SHE WOULD EVER SEE ELLIOT ALDERSON AGAIN, maybe a few years ago she would have wanted to see him, maybe her life would be different if he had been around for the past ten years. but compared to the last time they had seen each other, angela price was a completely different person to the eighteen year old that he had met. she was completely clean and sober, she was focused on trying to better her own life for the sake of her ten year old son. a son that she was unsure if elliot had any idea existed or not.
she wasn’t entirely sure of how to react to him, unsure of whether she should even approach him. she didn’t even work for e-corp, she has here to support her father even if they did not privately have the best relationship. but she never did expect to see elliot alderson at one of these events, or was he here with the allsafe company? she didn’t even know what she should do, would he even remember her? would he even care what she had to say?
it was events like this, when she had to smile and be fake with everyone, to be the perfect daughter of phillip price that made her wish she didn’t have to be sober. that she was still the eighteen year old who was acting out to get her father’s attention. but she was a BETTER PERSON than her father ever could have raised her to be and that was because she had wanted better for her son. maybe because she knew that his father would want them both to be better. even if she had convinced herself that she would see the father again. she didn’t ever think she would see the father of her child at an event like this.
taking a deep breath, it was time to stop hiding, time to stop staring like she wasn’t sure if he was even there, time to just brave it and face whatever he might throw at her. moving towards him, she felt like her heart was pounding and she knew this could be a DISASTER in the making, “ elliot alderson at an e-corp event, is the world ending? ” she smiles softly, a light teasing tone to her voice, so different from the way she had spoken to him as a teenager. but they were probably both so different from that time, she knew she was.
@404elliot // BECAUSE WE OBVS HATE OURSELVES
He was already regretting being there. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, during his momentary high when he’d felt like maybe, finally, he could be NORMAL. He’d asked Shayla out, whatever that meant, and agreed to come to this Evil Corp mixer like all the other corporate drones. A girlfriend, work friends, all he needed now was a white picket fence and a facebook account, right? But despite the size of the room he felt like he was suffocating. The untouched wine glass in his hand reminding him of a period in his past he’d tried to forget, but instead of the booming music and chatter of a frat party Angela might have dragged him to a decade ago, there was murmurs and fake laughter. But it somehow still reminded him of her, or more so her absence. Perhaps because this had been her world, or her fathers anyway. She would have known just what to say to navigate this room, and to get them out of it too.
Despite how chattery Shayla could usually be, this wasn’t her world either. Was he an asshole for dragging her along to this? She would’ve probably preferred a movie date or something, right? Elliot feels Shayla nudge him gently with her elbow, glancing at her. “Mint?” She asks, offering him one of the white things she’d just tipped onto her hands from a tin. Inspecting them for a moment, eyebrows furrow. “They’re not...”
“No shit!” She laughs, raising a brow. “D’ya want one? Help liven’ up this party a little.” He’d brought her here as his girlfriend but she was also still his drug dealer. And despite knowing it was probably a bad idea, he could’ve used a hit right then of whatever she was offering. Probably ecstasy. Sighing, he shrugs as if to say sure why not and pops the pill quickly, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone saw as he washes it down with some wine. He remembered why he barely touched alcohol as he tries to swallow the grimace from the taste. Well, the taste was one of the reasons.
Exchanging a small, knowing smile between them, it feels like him and Shayla are two naughty schoolkids who just snuck alcohol into class. Bored greens glance around the room once more, wondering how long would be considered appropriate until the both of them could leave. But suddenly the boredom turns to SHOCK as he sees a face, a pair of bright blues he’d recognise anywhere. But one he hadn’t seen in a long time, one he wondered if he’d ever see again. And she was heading right toward him. He wonders if perhaps the drugs are just working super fast and he’s hallucinating her. It wouldn’t be the first time...but this time she seemed more real. She walked with an air of maturity different to when they’d last crossed paths. She looked healthier, too. A million questions buzz in his mind, the fact he knew his mind was about to be affected by drugs when he was seeing her again only adding to the anxiety of what to say. Two main ones burning in his mind, and chest. Where did you go? And why?
“It might be.” He murmurs in response to her question with a small, but bitter, smile, the words seeming to escape him by impulse. It had been what he’d been thinking, and right now the pathways between his brain and mouth seemed to be glitching. Was that the drugs or was it her? She’d been like a drug to him. And when she’d left he’d suffered the withdrawals. And right then all the emotions of the past seemed to be flooding back into his system. The pain, the loneliness, the fear, the anger. He realises what a dick he sounds like, and figures he should probably say something normal. Some small talk, corporate drone shit like, “I, uh...work at Allsafe now...”. He shrugs, tongue darting across his lip as he stares at his feet. This didn’t feel like them, but was there even a them anymore. What the fuck had they ever even been anyway? Had she even cared? “You’re looking...” heartbreakingly beautiful “...good, Angela.” Eyes finally meeting hers, wanting her to know he meant it.
