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she hadn’t budged from the nearby golf cart, preferring the shade as she nursed a cocktail given to her by one of the surrounding staff members. her intentions weren’t so subtle when she had caught her neighbor outdoors on his way to the course, wanting more than anything to have an excuse to leave the house that felt awfully too big and too empty that day. so, she offered to tag along wanting to ‘ learn more about the art of golf ’. a tiny grin crossed her lips as she looked out into the field in faux judgment when in reality, she could barely able to make out the ball. “ terrible. maybe instead of spending all of that time gardening, you could have worked on your aim. we’ve got to sort out your priorities, elijah. i’m pretty sure your daffodils are overwatered at this point. ”

eyes narrowed before he faced the culprit of the flying insults. “you can’t come out here... to my domain and talk to me in such a tone, lil’ lady.” his southern accent tried to peek through, but he recovered his learned accent almost immediately. a quick clear of his throat and he smiled -- couldn’t help it at the mention of his daily gardening hobby. “you know what? i don’t know if you’ve ever planted something before or even been able to keep a plant alive, but there’s something incredible about sustaining something else’s life. and since i obviously cannot bear children from my loins,” elijah paused, stifling a laugh before beginning again. “i have to do what i can.”

#lmao im laughing at this dude

miles.

“you’re not bad actually,” miles said, still seated on his golf cart, sunglasses on as he tried to find where the ball landed. not having to work meant he could actually explore around and enjoy all the fun things that pearls isle had to offer him and his family. while his father was a golf freak, he couldn’t say he liked it as much as he liked driving the gold cart around. he didn’t mean to intrude the other’s personal space but as he parked the cart around to see his move and he heard him speak it felt rude to just not answer. “you’re better than i am, honestly my father is often disappointed with my skills whenever he wants to have a golf day with the family.”

the sound of another’s voice pulled him out of his solitary comfort, which could’ve been good or bad depending on what kind of mood elijah was in. thankful enough, today was a pleasant day in his eyes and it wasn’t going to let a friendly interaction with another turn sour. “i hate to be fucking cliché, but... practice truly makes perfect. i’ve been laying off the practicing lately. other things more important than a leisure sport.” he offered the younger man a smile before taking a few steps toward him and extending his hand. “elijah.”

stephen.

to stephen, golf wasn’t technically a sport, but looking at elijah in front of him, he can acknowledge there’s some athleticism involved. eyes were mesmerized by the older male’s form, unable to tear himself away from the scene. he only ever seen golf played on television, so he was intrigued at the sight in real time. he lifted a hand to shield the sunlight from his eyes, watching as the ball flew in the opposite direction. “really? i thought that was a nice swing,” he complimented, trying to make them feel better.

“a good swing? that trash?!” elijah shrugged his shoulders as he sauntered, almost defeatedly, to the cart that would take them down to find the ball. “you ever play before?” the bearded man questioned the younger one before securing himself in the driver’s seat and whirling the small car to life. “surprisingly enough, it’s not as hot as i was expecting for today. the weather is actually perfect, yeah?”

#srrry dis sucks. we havent plotted for thems but im just gonna roll with this for now #:)

geovge:

❝ hm, ❞ george agreed noncommittally, turning away from where he was looking at the shade provided by the golf cart with desire to squint at the sun behind eli instead. this was not what george had had in mind when eli had asked him if he wanted to hang out. ❝ wait, what? ❞ he continued, belatedly realizing what had happened.

❝ i don’t know why you refuse to give it a try, ❞ eli chuckled slightly, taking a few steps in george’s direction. ❝ take it. ❞ he held the iron out with a gloved hand for the other man to grab. ❝ humor me just once, pal. ❞ there was only a few times elijah could recall when the two of them were dropped in this type of scenario. each time, george would just watch... or his version of “watch” which mean’t something along the lines to scrolling his social media feeds.

#boiiii x3

i just realized i tagged my starter with intro instead of starter lmaoooo. you can find it here.

#pearls:starter

rays of H O T light streamed down upon the golf course that sat perched at the edge of the gated community. this place was undeniably elijah’s favorite spot to blow off steam or just relax after a long, tough week of work. although golf was thought to be more of a mental sport, it was also crazy physical as well. the husky man squared up his hips, eyes on the white ball that was N E S T L E D accurately in the center of a tee. hands gripped the metal of his iron and with one swift swing, the ball took off and landed yards away. “damn, i’m rusty.” he murmured, squinting in the general direction of the ball.

#im sorry this sucks lol hi hi #pearls:starter

howdy hey ya’ll. my name is kay (one of yo fave admins) and i’ll prob be the most ancient soul here, but it’s whateva. *insert the “i’m a cool mom” scene from mean girls* anyways this is my oldest son, elijah and he is one of the nation’s failed (surprise) bachelor’s from abc’s most popular trash reality show ‘the bachelor’. if you care to read more about my mans, click the read more.