Weather the Storm

Elon Macerio. 26. Local weather enthusiast. 

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taylor-carson:

“Yes!” Taylor chuckled as he exclaimed shock at Kai being so young. “Just a few months shy of Hadley, actually.” The little girl was about three months older, and definitely liked pointing that out whenever possible. “I’m sure they’ll both love to share Kai’s culture with you, as well as learn of your own.” Given that Taylor had been secluded in Wilmington for the majority of her life, she vowed to explore with her children as much as possible. The world was so beautiful and so vast; it seemed like a crime to remain stagnant in one place. No matter how much she may love their little town. “I think he likes it, honestly.” Taylor nodded, trying to put herself in Kai’s shoes. “It’s overwhelming, of course. But… he was living on the streets…” The empathetic socialite trailed off, hating the imagery that brought back. The first time she saw her baby boy he was crouched behind a dumpster, skin and bones, and terribly afraid of the new, foreign people in his village.

“Wow! So they’ll grow up together. College will be expensive then, si?” Elon had always wished for a sibling. The closest he had gotten was a cousin that was around his age. There was also Lily, but considering that his family wanted them to hook up, the familial bond seemed off limits. “I’d love to learn and teach! I can also tell them about the weather.” The Cuban couldn’t help but beam, his eager eyes darting skywards. His enthusiasm never faltering. It was easy for someone to keep this energy up when there were so many things in the world to be thrilled about. “Streets?” The thought nearly broke his heart. Elon wished that he could tell Taylor that it was rare, but back home, there were a few street kids that he knew. They usually lived off scraps and whatever the others could spare for them. “I’m sure he es happy with you. That life es...not for him.” His hand darted up to rub at the back of his neck. “My family would cook all kinds of things for him back home! We have a few kids like that...whatever we could spare. It wasn’t a lot. Cooking for doce...can be hard for scraps.” 

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taylor-carson:

“He might be a little harder to work with,” Taylor stated, hesitant about how Kai would handle being around another adult right now. He was still cautious around Spencer, who was now his second mother. Granted, the older blonde hadn’t been home as much as Taylor would have liked, to engage with their new son. “Yes. He speaks English too. I mean, as well as any two year old can.” She giggled, knowing that his was a little more broken than Hadley’s, whose first language was English. “But what he lacks in that, he makes up for in a tropical language, so who can really complain?” The socialite knew that it would be a long journey ahead with Kawai’s nationality and ethnicity coming into play in the near future, but she and Spencer had decided that they would teach him and let him learn as much about where he came from as he wanted to. “He is,” Taylor nodded at the last question. “Very recently, actually. We’ve been stateside for a little under two weeks now.”

“That’s fine. I was shy when I first came here, too.” Elon boasted proudly, because since then, he had made unbelievable progress. His personality seemed to shine even more in America. Still, he could only imagine how that felt to a child. He had been older when he moved, at least. He was able to rationalize the situation and had a fairly firm grasp on English. Not everyone was as fortunate as he was. “Dos años?!” The gasp from Elon was probably a bit too loud. He loved kids, because he had a huge family growing up. Cousins were abundant and always younger than him. “He’s so little. You’re right, though. Languages come in handy, too.” More cultures. Elon prided himself in the ability to get to know things about others, so now he was determined to learn a bit more. “Neat. How does he seem to like it so far? Besides trying to warm up to things?” 

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morganconway:

Morgan practically looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Or really, her natural hair–which she loathed–always seemed to be in a constant state of unkemptness. With her current living situation being tricky (that was one word for it), the brunette had barely any time to fire up the flat irons. She was even still wearing her black-rimmed glasses. There was still some data analysis to do and re-checks of student projects, but she was going to go nuts if she had to stare at the four walls of her bedroom again. Megan had come back early, catching the marine biologist on the couch. And to relieve some of the ever-present awkwardness between them, Morgan quietly ducked her head, murmuring something about needing to go to the supermarket without room for a word to be wedged in. She’d been standing in the same aisle for 20 minutes now, staring at the different soup cans. The clearing of a voice beside her came into earshot. “Oh, sorry,” she excused herself, taking a step to the side to stop blocking the products. “Pretty indecisive over here…chicken noodle or vegetable? The real questions to be asking.”

Wednesday nights. Those were Elon’s nights for paying tribute to his home. He always made sure to cook Cuban dishes or at least something that resembled the taste. Nothing was as good as his mother’s home-cooking, but since she wasn’t here, he would have to figure it out on his own. Upon arriving at the isle, the male turned towards the beans with his game face on. Searching for the right kind of beans was pretty much soul-searching for him. Elon had to decide on many factors, and to be honest, his brain was still a little fuzzy from work. The clearing of some man’s throat brought his focus to the woman that spoke up. When the guy shot her a look and pointedly ignore the question, Elon figured that it wouldn’t be polite to leave someone with such an important question. “Sorry about grumpy man, but you should get chicken noodle. It’s delicious and perfect, but now you have to help me out.” His finger pointed out to touch at a bag of beans, dark eyes focusing on Morgan. “Black beans or,” His finger slipped to another bag, the beans clattering together as his fingers smushed them closer. “Pinto beans? Muy importante!” 

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shilohfisher:

“That’s always been the best thing about the city. The clouds never stay for long.” She started, then wrinkled her nose. “If you don’t count the occasional hurricanes.” Dark eyes momentary flickered over at his change in posture. Shiloh smiled, giving a half-nod, half-shrug in response as she let her gaze drift back to the night sky. “Libraries. Computer labs. Hell, I’ll settle for a coffee shop.” She started with a sort of grin as she looked back over at him. “How about you? Where’s your comfort zone?” She asked, eyebrow quirked in question. She tried to hide her visible relief as he further brushed off the attempt – the slight relaxation of her shoulders, the soft exhale passing her lips. He was attractive, she wouldn’t deny that. But there was an inherent distrust that came with guys in bars for Shiloh. At the end of the day, the Wilmington native wanted her own home and her own bed to herself. She’d never been good at sharing, or getting close. Even when she had, she’d properly learned her lesson. This, though. This was better. 

Her laughter was immediate at his enthusiasm. A deep, genuine sound. “I love them. They’ve been here billions of years before us, and they’ll be here billions of years after we’re gone. It’s comforting, in a way.” She admitted, surprised by her own sincerity. Then, with an almost startled smile, she realized exactly how morbid she sounded. “Just. It’s nice to get some perspective. How small we all are in the span of the universe. A blip, really.” Morbid. Still morbid. Further relief flooded the girl as he continued, saving her from plunging endlessly into the socially inept hole she insisted on digging. “Yeah?” She asked, eyebrow raised. “I’d like to hear about some. If you remember. And don’t mind. But if you need to get back inside…” Shiloh trailed off, nodding toward the bar’s general direction.

“No, they don’t, do they?” Elon couldn’t help but echo her point back, his eyes still dancing around the dazzling sight above him. The city lights might have dimmed the stars, but it still didn’t take away the beauty of it all. The world could never be dimmed, not to him at least. The previous ball of anxiety had melted into a puddle inside of him. Luckily that’s all the male needed for the situation to cool. “Quiet places? Do you like books? They’re neat things, especially the ones about the world.” When in doubt, he’d lose himself in a book, whether it was a simple cookbook or even a mystery novel. They were little worlds bound together and solidified in ink. Baffling things. “Hmm, the bridge over the water. How dp you say it in English?” Elon wasn’t sure the proper name for it, but he figured that Shiloh would understand where he was coming from. It was his favorite place to get away from things for awhile. It may have been crowded, but it had fishing. Back home, whenever something went wrong, his dad took him out fishing. It was one of the few things that cured his homesickness from time-to-time.

The laughter that followed caused a charming smile to peak his lips. Elon had always enjoyed the thrill of making someone genuinely laugh. Not something fake or in a way where they made fun of him. A genuine laugh. “Doesn’t scare you? The thoughts of stars usually scare people. Los extranjeros. Might take over the world, you know.” He only shrugged at Shiloh’s response, his chin tilting upwards even more. His dark eyes explored the peppered stars before hesitating on a chosen constellation. “We are small compared to that, but since you want a story, I’ll give you a good one!” Elon knew enough about the constellation. His friend repeated the story every time they got together, because he knew it was Elon’s favorite. “There’s Draco.” He bobbed his head in the direction, but without a map of the stars, it was hard to show her the actual placement. “Draco was a dragon that Zeus got to protect Europa. Europa was a beautiful woman that had been kidnapped. So, her brother, Cadmus, came to search for her and ended up killing Draco. After rescuing her, Cadmus planted the dragon’s teeth in the ground. They turned into people, and those people fought until only five left. With those five people, he built a city. Zeus gave Draco his own constellation because the dragon was faithful.” 

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taylor-carson:

“Hadley would enjoy a new friend,” Taylor informed with a smile. Her extroverted little girl made many wherever she went. “But Kai… He’s still opening up.” Even letting go of Taylor so that she could go run a few errands today had been hard – though Kawai was taking more and more to Spencer by the day. “I’d love for them to start a new language early on,” the blonde nodded enthusiastically. “Had, especially. Kai already has a leg up on her in Samoan.”

“Un amigo! I can do that.” He couldn’t help but let the joy catch up to him, his hands waving excitedly. Elon had never wanted children, but he loved to be around them. They always provided him an escape from the reality; plus, they loved to hear all about dangerous storms. “Kai. I don’t mind that. I could work with him,” He offered between sips of tea, fingers drumming against the paper cup. “Samoan? It looks like me and Kai might be teaching Hadley.” Picking up on Samoan would be difficult, but if Taylor was serious about his offer, he’d pick up a copy from Rosetta Stone. Surely there was some way he could learn the language enough to communicate. “Kai is adopted, yes?” 

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austenamelia:

Austen chuckled, shaking her head. “Hey, one man’s hanger is one lady’s salvation. You rescued a damsel in distress today, sunshine, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She said matter-of-factly, light playfulness behind her tone. It was an easy enough process (at least, with enough practice.) She smiled over her shoulder at him, a sigh of understand passing her lips. “So you’re an optimist then.” She mused. The mechanic laughed at the question, wrinkling her nose. “I kind of… lost those.” She admitted. “Used to keep ‘em taped under the car. Fell off probably two years ago.” And of course, she’d managed to convince herself there was no way she’d lock herself out. Words she’d repeated each of the three times she’d locked herself out since then. “It’s a good idea, though.” She added, not wanting to sound like she was dismissing the idea. It was a good one – she just wasn’t one to stick with a good idea. As she worked the hanger between the door and the window, she heard the soft ‘click’ of the bent end catching the lock. Opening the door with a grin, she gently pulled the hanger back out. “Been a mechanic for a few years now. You never wanna call a client and tell ‘em you locked the keys in the car.” She admitted. She turned to fully face him, handing him back the now mangled hanger. “I owe you, darlin’.” Austen said, leading against the LeBaron. “Got a name?”

“Glad I could help you, señorita.” Elon couldn’t help but beam widely at her comment. He had never thought he’d provide help with something so trivial, but he was welcomed to the idea, nonetheless. “Optimist?” His head cocked to the side as his glasses slid even further down the bridge of his nose due to the movement. Even though he’d been in the United States for at least six years now, a few terms still escaped him. “Optimist? Is a good thing, no?” Elon could have sworn that he heard the term used on multiple occasions, but he hadn’t connected the definition. “You could get more copies. Hide them anywhere and everywhere. Or you could just leave it unlocked.” A shrug raised his shoulders, not fully catching the bad idea behind his words. If you asked him, he kept his apartment unlocked everyday. He never had to worry about it in Cuba, why would he worry about it now? His dark eyes drank in the knowledge the sight provided him. He made a mental note to try and copy Austen’s technique next time he got around to it. “No, doesn’t sound bueno. Clients can be...picky. You like cars?” There was curiosity lodged in his accent, the words tumbling after one another. Elon always liked to hear about people’s careers - especially if they were foreign to him. “Remember me next time I have car troubles.” Fingers grazed through his curls as he spoke, still ignoring the glasses that were halfway down his nose by now. “Elon Macerio pero you can call me Lonnie.” 

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spencercarsxn:

Looking at the direction that the young gentleman pointed, Spencer figured that the animal would be long gone by now. She’d just give animal control a call when she got back to the station and give them a heads up. Maybe someone was actually looking for the animal. “Don’t worry about it. It technically isn’t my job to find the poor thing. I just know how much it sucks when your pet gets loose. I have a husky that my two year old loves to let outside without us knowing.” Spencer let out a soft laugh. “I understand that. I grew up in a family full of cops, not everyone takes to us that well. But, if you were in any kind of trouble with me, you’d definitely know. I’m not this nice to individuals who make my town a less safe place.” 

“You have a husky?” It was as if Elon’s discomfort melted the moment she mentioned a dog. If a dog trusted this cop, he figured he would allow her his own trust, even if it was just a bit. “I’ll keep an eye out for huskies from now one.” Still, his body couldn’t quite release the tension that coiled around his muscles. He wanted to try and relax in Spencer’s presence, but he had seen too many of them rip apart families without a second thought. “Your whole familia are cops?” A long line, apparently, but Elon could respect that. In his family it was quite common to pass along the tobacco business. His uncle had been known to grow the best tobacco. “Ah! Makes sense. I don’t create trouble, señora.” 

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taylor-carson:

“Oh, I haven’t slept in days,” Taylor sighed to the person beside her in the line at the café. “I went from one toddler to two, practically overnight!” The blonde was hardly reserved about speaking out on her life these days – she was always in the news anyway. Especially after the mayor’s daughter had come out as a lesbian and had been dating their rival family’s daughter. Even more-so when said couple had gotten married, then had a child, and adopted another in a small, conservative town in the south like Wilmington. “Whoever said two is better than one clearly wasn’t talking about temper tantrums.”

Elon listened quietly as he stirred some honey into the cup of tea nestled in his fist. He figured that Taylor needed a moment to let things out, because being a mom had its hardships, too. He had heard all about her controversial, little family. A few women had talked quite harshly about the lesbian couple while he was getting a haircut. He tried hard not to listen to the gossip, especially since he had no problem with it. Elon never could quite grasp why people didn’t leave their bigoted thoughts behind. If the family was happy, what did it matter? “I could always take them off your hands for awhile.” He offered up, the stirring stick coming to a halt as he lifted the scalding tea hesitantly to his lips. “I can teach them español! Good idioma, language, I mean.” 

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samxiao:

“What?” Quickly looking around their surroundings, Sam’s brows furrowed. She hadn’t seen anything, and she wasn’t one to miss things. Samantha had always been extremely observant of both people and her surroundings. But as the male continued rambling, she snapped her fingers and nodded. “Little Red Riding Hood? That’s actually a European fairy tale, but yes…” She trailed off, pursing her lips momentary. “I suppose it’s possible you saw one, but I would say seeing a coyote is more likely. I used to see those all the time.”

“Yes! That one! It’s European?” Elon’s trivia knowledge had clearly been interrupted. For a moment, he mentally paused the conversation, correcting the fact in his head. “Hm, maybe. Do they look the same, señorita?” He couldn’t recall such animals in Florida or back home. “Are they mean?” The male adjusted the glasses that were currently trying to slide down his nose. Truthfully, he was still baffled over seeing such a creature. He had only thought of them as fairytales and not reality. “I’m Elon Macerio, by the way.” Elon leaned forward to offer a palm in her direction, a shy smile settling onto his lips. “We should go look for this...coyote.” The new word fell clumsily from his lips as his accent caused the ‘y’ to screw up. He was still getting used to that damn letter. “Are you new around here?”

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aurorasx:

Aurora watched him with both a mixture of amusement and astonishment, not many things shocked the young blonde but her friend’s ability to spout out the most random of things always left her in wonder. The two were relaxing in the shade at the city’s most popular park, Aurora’s back against the tree trunk as she scribbled down some menial notes for work while simultaneously listening to the male beside her. “Are you sure it wasn’t just a really big furry dog? Are you’re glasses getting fuzzy there?” She retreated with a small smirk curving her lips, blue eyes glancing over at him occasionally. With a slight shake of her head, “You know there are times where I wonder what goes on in that noggin of yours. Or it could just be that you watch way too much TV.” She threw in moments later. “I know what you’re talking about, I’m just trying to figure out if you’re being serious or not…” She mused.

“Me glasses, pft.” Elon scoffed, but still, he couldn’t help taking them off just to double check that she wasn’t right. Aurora had a way of figuring things out that he hadn’t quite grasped yet. So far, it was as if she existed on a different planet than him. “Maybe it was. No say. I swear it was wild, though.” His face contorted as if she had insulted him, his head nodding vigorously left and right. “I don’t watch too much tv. Just National Geographic!” Elon protested adamantly because that had to count for something. He chose to do away with mindless programming and aim for more intelligent shows. “A lot goes through my mind, though. Mainly weather statistics or trying to figure out shapes in the clouds. There’s a bunny hovering above us, currently.” A finger jetted upwards to show her the cloud he spoke out about, a grin tugged at his features. “I’m totally being serious.” The Cuban murmured with only the slightest hint of sarcasm. “I saw it.”  

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spencercarsxn:

Spencer honestly loved watching the way people reacted when they were confronted by a cop. It was amusing to her to see how they would crumble and stumble over words even if they hadn’t done anything wrong. She could tell the they individual was just someone who was easily nervous. That higher power probably made him frazzled and forgot how to speak. “Can you describe this dog? Or tell me what way it went?” Spencer asked. “I really don’t want a loose animal roaming around my streets, especially if that animal has an owner.” Spencer knew that if it was her own dog that she’d want someone to bring him back to her. “I’m not going to arrest you or anything. So, there’s no reason to be nervous. You can talk to me just like you can talk to anyone else. I’m just trying to get some information.”

The muscle in his jaw was practically strained from how hard he was clenching it. Elon had never done well with cops after what happened with his parents. He didn’t necessarily feel comfortable as he shifted his weight from leg to leg. “I think it went that way,” He indicated with his finger which shook as he extended it. “It was big. Furry. Uh, large teeth?” Elon wasn’t sure if he could get a better description considering the fact that it ran so fast. His eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to pull more details from memory. Finally, his tongue clucked with disappointment, shaking his hand. “Lo siento. I actually don’t know much. It went by fast like lightning.” Elon only nodded in agreement, half paying attention, and half just to get the cop on her way, As long as the conversation didn’t stray too far, he was sure he could handle sweaty palms. Once she pointed out his behavior, a nervous chuckle sounded, his hand scratching at his collarbone. “I know, I know. I have a thing with cops, it’s not you. Uh, but I guess it could have been a house dog.” 

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ilianasantosx:

Iliana placed her book down on the blanket. Any thought of actually focusing on it, which frankly she didn’t need, were immediately abandoned. She’d already read it a number of times, but she did need to know key details by heart for her students come Monday. “A year ago? You saw a wolf or a really big dog a year…” Iliana repeated, just letting him now just how ridiculous he sounded. Most days she couldn’t even remember what she ate or whether she had even. “Clearly, sorry for even offering. I won’t call anyone.” Covering her mouth, she had to hide the laughter that threatened at his offense. The need to laugh worsened as he spoke. “Maybe just a little bit,” she replied, not even realizing he hadn’t meant to speak to her in Spanish. Sure, she wouldn’t have been able to properly string a few words together in return but she understood more than her share. Her grandmother had made sure of it. A recluse though? That explained a lot. Any uncertain emotions she’d possessed were now replaced with simple ones of entertaining. Iliana absolutely still thought he seemed a little off his rocker. By a little– she meant a lot, but he was endearing. “Yeah, just like it just dawned on me….” How could it not before then with his booming personality? “Elon, right… that Elon. You know my Abuela… Rosa? I’m her granddaughter, clearly, Iliana. We never got to meet before.” That one time they were supposed to ‘hang out’, and by hang out she meant the elder woman was trying to play matchmaker, she was conveniently ill. In all actuality, she’d showed up, gotten one good look at him and left. 

Was he bothering her? Probably, but Elon was used to pestering people. It still didn't stop him, because she had started the conversation he was determined to finish. "Yes! Si, si, I did. You've seen big dogs. They're all over America. Usually in parks but still...." Slender fingers reached up to scratch at the light stubble, his eyebrows twisted in confusion. He hadn't realized that Iliana would immediate reject his idea considering how plausible things were in America. "Un poco, señorita? Do you speak Spanish?" At first, he hadn't clued into the connection between them, merely taking her as one of the many generations of Hispanic and Latino children. Elon had many cousins like that peppered throughout the States. Many of the had settled in Florida, but a few like him, had escaped to other parts of the country. "Rosa! Abuela, yes!" A clap accentuated the unmistakeable joy in his tone. Elon rarely found people that could cook like back home, but his parents had connected him with Rosa. Whenever he was homesick, he always went straight to her for whatever dish she was cooking up that night. Why hadn't he seen Iliana before? He did remember that she had been sick during their previously scheduled time, but neither of them had made the extra effort to contact the other again. Elon could barely put up with himself much less add a partner to the mix like his parents hoped. "Your book es good? The title is unfamiliar to me." The more he looked at it, the more his eyes squinted behind the wire-framed glasses. He could see perfectly fine, he just thought squinting helped his brain recall things sometimes. "What's it about?"

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shilohfisher:

“They try, anyway.” She offered a hesitant smile, catching her company in her peripheral. There was something about the soft-spoken tone that set her at ease, though – even if it was just a little. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. Most of us are just guessing.“ At the apology though, the petite girl raised her shoulders in a dismissive shrug, hooded eyes fully landing on him. Maybe it was to gage his sincerity, even if she wasn’t sure she’d earned an apology. Or maybe it was to get a proper look at him outside the dimly-lit, too loud bar. “’Salright. It wasn’t you. Believe it or not, I’m, uh, not so great with bars. Or crowds. Or withstanding peer pressure. Add all three and you get…” Shiloh trailed off, light chuckle passing her lips as she raised her hands in a vague gesture. She stiffened for a brief moment at the touch, but visibly relaxed as she realized his intentions. Then, with a hesitant smile, she gave him a brief glance before looking back to the sky. “It’s alright. Not ignoring it, I mean.” In a quick attempt to bury it, she let out a soft hum. Shiloh narrowed her eyes at what she’d surely dismissed as another star just moments earlier. “Wait –” she started, features shifting into a full smile as she looked up, just slightly. “The blue-ish one, right? There?” She asked, nodding just slightly as if that helped him to at all see what she was seeing. 

“It’s a nice night out for this. Not a cloud in sight, sadly.” Judging by the fact that she hadn’t shooed him away yet, Elon got a bit more comfortable, his arms uncurling from his chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sincerity in her statement. If there was one thing he had figured out in his lifetime, it was that no one had any clue as to what they were doing. “Life is about guessing, yes?” Elon tried not to keep his gaze on Shiloh too along, afraid that he’d scare her off somehow. “Bars not your style? What’s your style?” He figured that his best strategy was to keep her talking and smooth over his previous attempt at flirting. The Cuban knew that he had already crossed the limits for the night. His fingers dropped quickly from his jawline, returning once more to the spot on his collarbone. “No, can....we can ignore it.” His brain scrambled for the words, but finally, he managed to get out what he could without coming off as too ignorant. Elon may have failed at his romantic attempt, but he would never turn down friendly moments. “Ah, si! Es the one!” His enthusiasm got the best of him as a smile brought out the laughter lines underneath his dark eyes. “Out of the north, just as they had promised. Do you like the stars?” Now that he knew Shiloh didn’t like bars or crowds, he figured it’d be best to start a new list of things she did like. That way, if the moment presented itself, he’d be prepared for future plans. “My amigo, he loved this stuff. Back in Cuba, we’d sit out on the roof and he’d tell me about the myths behind the constellations.” 

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austenamelia:

Austen just barely suppressed a chuckle as she listened to him nearly spill an explanation for something her certainly hadn’t done. The mechanic brightened when he didn’t immediately reply dismissively. She was rather protective of her car. Even if she had called a locksmith, it was likely that she’d spend the entire time hovering to ensure that nothing outside of her control happened to the old thing. As Elon produced a hanger, she grinned. “Ah! Yes. You’re my hero, darlin’.” She said, accepting the hanger. “No worries. It’s kinda one of my skills.” She said absently as she set to work, long fingers untwisting the metal under she was left with a hook. Brows furrowed as she realized her words would most definitely give the wrong impression. “Not that I’m a burglar. Just really, really great at locking myself out. Car, apartment, work, you name it, I’ve managed it.”

Elon probably should have questioned if it was her car, but the carefree male only had a light smile gracing his lips. “Hero? No, no, it’s only a hanger.” He shrugged as he leaned back against his own car to observe Austen’s handiwork. He had never seen anyone aim to break into the car, so he figured he’d watch, never know when the skill might come in handy. His eyebrow barely even twitched at her words, the smile never disappeared. Whatever Austen was willing to say, Elon was going to take whole-heartedly. “Yeah, I thought so. I didn’t automatically assume burglar.” That was far from his thoughts, honestly. The male didn’t like to pass judgment on those he didn’t know too well. "Have you ever thought about spare keys? They help. Put them in a....” The English term slipped from his words, eyebrows furrowing underneath his glasses. Sometimes his Spanish brain snuck things in that he knew didn’t sound correct. “Weird place others don’t know.” The term didn’t come back, but the gist of his meaning was there. “How’d you pick up this skill?” 

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spencercarsxn:

On her daily patrol of the city, Spencer happened to stop across a young man that seemed like he was in some sort of distress. As she was listening to him describe an animal he thought he happened to see pass by, Spencer couldn’t help the laugh that came from her mouth. She couldn’t tell if this gentleman was telling the truth or if he was on something. “Are you experiencing hallucinations?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow. She really didn’t want to deal with an arrest right now, seeing as her shift was almost over and her wife expected her home in an hour. “Because there aren’t any wolves in Wilmington.” She would know, she’s been living in this small town since she was born minus two years. “Maybe it was a dog or something?” The officer suggested, about to pull out her phone in order to call Animal Control. 

Elon physically flinched at her laughter, his own nervous chuckle joining the tense air. He had never been a fan of cops, mainly because of the stigmatism towards them. His own fear couldn't help but join the mixing pot, too. "No, no, hallucinations, pft, why would I be....no." He tried to keep a calm composure, but as most social interactions went, his reaction didn't exactly match up well. "Maybe a dog, yes." Elon's hand slipped up to the stubble on his chin before stroking at the skin to calm himself. When his nerves got frazzled, physical touched helped, gave him a distraction. "Ah, I'm sure it's fine, Miss. I'll just go along my way." There was no reason for him to sit here any longer and waste away in a puddle of wrong responses. How did one even act in front of cops? “Definitely a dog. I’m convinced now. Thank you for you, uh, help,” Elon’s eyes flickered towards the badge on Spencer’s chest as the discomfort lodged into his features.

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ilianasantosx:

Iliana was minding her own business. Capri-Sun in one hand, Where the Red Fern Grows in the other. It was a typical Sunday afternoon for her. She was completely in engrossed in all things that the fourth graders were. It was the most effective way for the student teacher. They were essentially her pupils as their ‘more qualified teacher’ was absolutely never around. Flipping to the next page, she leered over the book to see what the commotion was about. “Uh… no, I didn’t see anything,” she bemused, tilting her head to the side. Here he was alluding to a fairytale while she seemed very much a child herself. “You mean Little Red Riding hood and no… still didn’t see anything. Nothing changed from the last 10 seconds….” Curiously, her gaze flickered up and down. No, she wasn’t checking him out– she needed to see if she’d hit his head or was on some of the drugs kids these were taking. “I’ve never seen a wolf here– you alright? You need me to call someone…?” Maybe he’d escaped the mental institution. She’d check the news later. 

He let out a rather long sigh while his hand fiddled with the tip of his collared shirt. “You swear you didn’t see it?” He couldn’t be going crazy, there was no way. Elon made a mental note to check with his local newsmen, maybe they had substantial evidence for his claim. Surely he wasn’t the only one that saw the rabid creature. “Ay Dios Míos!” He exclaimed, more to himself, fingers pushing up the glasses that rested on his nose. Elon couldn't quite believe his ears and his head showed that as it bobbed along. "What! I saw one clear as day about a year ago! It was out by a patch of woods. Either that or a big, big dog." Surely Lliana was kidding. There were wolves. There had to be. "No, i don't need you to call anyone, clearly." He scoffed with a wave towards himself, because surely that was all the hint she needed. He didn't look crazy, sounded it, maybe. "Ella me piensa loco. Pobre mujer - Lo siento, I mean, sorry. I'm Elon, not crazy, just a recluse!" Elon tried an explanation, hoping that if he introduced himself, then things would end up better. He might have lived here for awhile, but he hadn’t exactly been the most social creature around. Outings usually meant hiking by himself or to the local coffeeshop. “Little Red Riding Hood, good, good.” He murmured as he let his tongue slide over each vowel. “I forgot the name of it completely.” 

[elonmacerio]

“Listen, are you sure you didn’t see that thing that ran by?” Elon couldn’t help but sigh before they could even answer him. He was sure that they just didn’t realize what he was asking. He began to make motions to help, his hand extending from his mouth to indicate teeth. “It was huge! I’m talking big teeth, big ears stuff. Straight out of that American kids book.” He racked his brain for the word, but it seemed to be stuck at the tip of his tongue. “The one with the wolf and the hood. Do you know what I’m talking about?” Elon’s chatter seemed to switch subject instantly before he snapped his fingers back in the direction he had came from moments ago. “Anyways, do you think it could have been a wolf I saw?” His hands twitched before he started at the motions again when he didn’t get a response. “They look like this, c’mon, you know what I’m talking about, right?”