#f2f: mitchell

[elaolivia]

Ela should have known Mitch’s room would have been bombarded. He WAS the prince after all. She had kept her distance in the hallway outside of his room as gifts were brought in and out  and crowned royalty remained by his doorway. It was only after hours had passed and she was ready to leave that she finally noticed him getting some space. She didn’t want to be the one to take that way from him, but she also had to know that he was okay. Even if it didn’t matter to him. Even if she was wasting her time by everyone else’s standard. She cared. She whole-heartedly cared about him and if there was ever a time to show that, it was now. The lost of never seeing him again terrified her, and not because of what it would do to the kingdom or within politics. He was a person, not a bargaining chip. So, tentatively she entered the room - hiding the flowers she brought behind her back. His room were already filled with much more extravagant ones, and it was almost the perfect metaphor. In a room full of rare, elaborate bouquets - she was the gift shop batch. 

That didn’t matter though, cause the minute she caught his gaze she breathed a sigh of relief. She dropped the flowers on the stand beside him and wrapped her now free arms around him. It was a tight hug, one where her hands pressed flat against him to make sure he was really there with her. After a minute she pulled back, her hand finding his cheek. “You’re okay.” she breathed, as if she wanted him the reassure her. She kept concerned blue eyes on him, knowing she might be overstepping her boundries. His mother or father or sister could walk in any minute so see her showing much more affection than a casualty would. But again, in times like this she couldn’t hold back how she felt. 

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” @itsmitchroux

[elaolivia]

The travel to Africa was a long and a bit tedious. A plane followed by a boat that brought them to a coastline, where they would stare into the green lush that was her home. The Jungle. Ela had been practically vibrating with excitement throughout their travels, she had never once had the opportunity to show someone the places she had grown and the unconventional family she called her own. She could tell the bodyguard Mitch had brought along was amused by the whole idea of his Royal Highness spending time roughing it in the great outdoors, but Ela had faith that once the group got used to their surroundings, this trip would be a blast. 

As she hopped off the boat, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder - filled with only necessities - soap, toothpaste, limited clothes...some medical supplies she would leave with her mother after her trip was over. She waited at the edge of the tree line for her companions to catch up. The humidity rivaled Auradon’s climate completely, and Ela had no hesitation in slipping off her flip flops and T-shirt - comfortable in just a sports bra and cycling shorts. Although she felt her time away had caused her animal-like instincts to falter slightly, she didn’t miss a familiar rustling in the trees. Someone knew she was home. 

“Hey, slow pokes! We won’t make it to the tree-house before sundown if you keep dragging your feet” she teased as she skipped over to her very special guest, taking his hand and walking backwards, barefoot. “You might want to lose the shirt, you’re gonna sweat a lot. I’m swear i’m not just saying that for my benefit.” Giving Mitch a once over, she could sense his apprehension. “The biggest threat you have to worry about right now is staying hydrated. It’s going to be fine, babe.”  @itsmitchroux

[aprettyberry]

f2f ☆ Mitchell : Throwback Saturday

@mitchelsuniverse

Rachel was done with he previous client and ran from the stocking room to her cubicle to make sure the cabins were full of cloths, towels and other products she would eventually need for the next week. It was a ritual for all of her employees to make a quick inventory so that they would start right from the minute they stepped in when they would open again. With Thanksgiving only a week away, this task was even more important. Not only was Rachel working full time as a beautician, she was also managing this salon and ordering everything her employees would need, from hair dye to new nail polishes. Even though her colleagues called her an obsessive hoarder, they never complained when they found what they were searching for by opening the cabinet doors.

By the time she was done rolling up a new layer of paper on her table, she heard the bell of the door ring nicely. A smile immediately appeared on her face when she replaced the clip around her curled hair and walked out of her cubicle. “Mitchell Gordon himself.” The brunette made her way towards the entrance and offered to take his jacket off only to put it on the rack nearby the door. She rarely ever had time to do such a thing, too busy running back and forth from the shelves to the cash register, but this afternoon was a quiet one. She assumed people were too busy buying groceries and outfits for the big weekend ahead and, quite frankly, it was fine by her. December was hectic and she was welcoming every break with big, open arms.

“Welcome to my wannabe-clinic. I’ll be at your service for the next hour. Please, have a seat.” She pointed the couches and chairs placed nicely to give the impression of a real waiting area. She sat in front of him and gave him an even brighter smile. “As a first-time client, we don’t start straight ahead, I hope that’s fine by you.” Rachel gave him a quick shrug. “So, how are you, dear? How’s the auction setting up?” She set her hair on one side of her neck and pulled on the white blouse of her uniform. It was stained by lipstick here and foundation there, but not as much as her forearms that looked like testers for swatch purposes. Her naturally tan complexion made some of the colors stand out more and she already felt bad that she came up to him like that. “Next time, I’ll be more careful when I’m coloring.” Rachel admitted, before his eyes would land on the gradient on her skin.

“Before I start to fiddle your face and hands, I’ll show you what creams I’ll be using. So that you know they’re good quality.” She remembered their first conversation during which she had to defend herself. As the details came back, she chuckled. Within a few seconds, she went to sit next to him with a bunch of colorful bottles, proceeding in opening them all up. “Choose the ones that resemble more your skin care routine.” She marked a pause. “Or the ones who smell better to you, that’s also good.” She made sure that, within his small selection, there would be all the products she’d need, from anti-aging rubs to hydrating creams. The ingredients and details did vary, but it was not her main worry at the moment. “Do you have any questions before we get going? And don’t worry, I have not forgotten I owe you some explanations about my career choice.”