it was nearly after midnight and stephen had been getting a little restless in his room – the model wasn’t in the mood to go out to the club tonight, or really be around a whole lot of people, but he didn’t want to stay in his room any longer either. it was too bad that he had left baloo back in spain with a friend – or he figured he could take the beast for a walk and that would make him feel a lot less restless. but since his chow chow was back in spain, maybe taking himself for a walk would work just as well. there was plenty of private beach front that he could walk – and since it was late enough at night, he had a feeling not many people would be out, so he wouldn’t have to worry about being social while he was walking. the model was just wearing a pair of grey joggers, he’d slid his feet into some thongs and tossed a white shirt over his shoulder as he headed out and figured he’d only put it on if the night air had a chill to it. stephen had kept his head down as he left his room, not really wanting to make eye contact with anyone – because he didn’t really want to be stopped and forced to have small talk with anyone. the minute he’d gotten down to the beach, however, a lot of the tension in his shoulders relaxed and he was thankful that he’d been right in thinking hardly anyone would be around. stephen had started to walk further away from the hotel, the steady sound of the wave crashing against the sand being the exact calm he needed. the model was pretty lost in his own head, that he wasn’t paying near enough attention to his surroundings – which is why he nearly goes ass over teakettle when he stumbles over somebody that’s just laying in the sand. “for fucks sake,” is what come’s out of his mouth first, then he realizes that maybe he should apologize for nearly trampling a person – even if it is kind of their fault. he’s just about to open his mouth to apologize, when he tilts his head and get’s a better look at the person there, then let’s out a heavy sigh before rolling his eyes. “should have known – only you would think it’s a smart idea to lay in the bloody sand where anyone could trip over you,” his tone slightly scolding and slightly amused as he looks down at elizabeth. | @lizolsn
the stars are prettier here. bouncing between los angeles and new york, where the lights were brighter than nebulae and supernovas, it’s hard to gauge the night sky — it grounds her. figuratively and literally, it seems, as she’d taken to lying down in the sand to listen to the sound of the waves, stare up at the stars dusting the night sky, and allowing her thoughts to consume her. she’s already cried twice, the winding and twisting roads of her subconscious reaching into the most off-road, ivy-covered corners of her mind and allowing her a chance to visit. it is catharsis at its finest, laying parallel to the ocean and trying to get lost in a star. a constellation. a galaxy where she’s the same as she is here, no bigger or more relevant than the sand she’s laying on. that is, until someone stumbles over her, their foot sharp in her ribs. “jesus fuck,” she swears under the groan, lifting only her head to see who it is that’s ruptured her reverie. it’s him. of course it is. lizzie props herself up on her elbows, stomach curling as she holds herself upright to give him a quick once over. “to be fair, there’s not supposed to be anyone around to trip over me. it’s...what? late o’clock? really, i could ask you the same thing, why you’re not watching where you’re going this late at night. if i was a man of war, that would’ve been your perfect complexion. gone.” she lets her head fall back against the balled up sweatshirt she’s taken to using as a pillow — the ground’s hard — and casts her sights back up to the sky. “you can join me if you want, you know,” lizzie absently says aloud, hoping that he’s still standing near and hasn’t yet walked away to leave her talking to no one. “plenty of beach for the two of us where we won’t get ourselves into trouble.”
