night cometh, c

[elijah castaire]

i don't like walking around this old and empty house

so hold my hand, i'll walk with you my dear

the stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake

it's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even trust myself

Three days of back to back meetings, sleep deprivation and paper work, Elijah would like to think that he's earned a good nights rest and an eleven am wakeup call but the fates weren't so kind. His secretary just had to remind him of the charity ball for the night. He was grateful that she had decided to inform him after his coffee, a daily luxury he indulged himself with, but only by a small margin. A man can only take so much work before inevitably collapsing. It was just his luck that tonight couldn't be missed either, a renewal contract needed a little nudge in the right direction and a ball like this was just the perfect opportunity to do so.

There was the matter of clothing and company. Clothing was simple, he'd only need to have one of his suits ready for the event but as for who to bring... He needed someone who could make him look intimidating, because frankly he wasn't up to par on his game for today. Rather, an eye-catching partner to make everyone stutter and nervous until all he needed to do nudge them into the general direction he wanted. With that idea in mind, he sent a voicemail with the request and details of the event, black tie, evening dress, and went along with another tiring day.

It was to his surprise and chagrin that she accepted.

And somehow that was how he ended up in Lilycove, dressed well for the occasion in his dark blue notched lapel with matching trousers and white collared shirt on the inside, in the back of a car with the lovely Sophia beside him. He'd gone quiet for the last few minutes, in a hopeless attempt to catch a bit of shut eye before the event but sooner than later they had reached the contest hall that had been meekly converted into a proper banquet hall for the occasion. He had an inkling that there would be a performance later on, perhaps a pokemon or two for good measure. He manages to hold in a yawn as the door is opened for them.

Elijah gets out first, and turns around to appear a gentleman, smile already in place as he holds out his hand for her to take.

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notes: this post is pretty bad, herpderp

[sophia]

[attr="class","icon"] elijah castaire her reasons had been personal, but frostbite's execution is about as professional as they come. she feels no anxiety at the prospect of going out to an event with a reasonably good-looking man who is not related to her by blood. she is not insecure enough about her status to think that her reputation would tarnish so easily. considering the weight of the secrets that she held, an illict entanglement is also really the last of her concerns. she finds a rose purfume to be suitable and her work uniform will have to do. not that it was a bad choice at all - the coat alone is lined with swanna feathers and sets her back about a few million pokeyen. she's here to be a celebrity, not a private houseguest. she presses the button on her cherish ball to let fantine out. the froslass is an idol by her own right. an iconic sight for anyone who had bothered to turn on the television in the past ten years or so. frostbite smiles politely as she takes his hand, the same kind that she would give at interviews. the sort that encouraged reporters to want more and more until frostbite completley shut them down without remorse. 'your misunderstandings are your own', she'd say and leave it at that. once inside of the building, she acknowledges important figures with the barest of nods. all of them were impeccably dressed, even if a sizable portion of them seemed to be completely ignorant of the newer trends in the region. frostbite had once pegged them as foreigners. now she just pegs them as traditionalists with little regard for pragmatics.

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[elijah castaire]

i don't like walking around this old and empty house

so hold my hand, i'll walk with you my dear

the stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake

it's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even trust myself

Honestly he'd been worried that she might have gotten upset that he had snoozed on her, a lack of respect or show of it anyway. The sudden presence of the Froslass was a bit unnerving, though he recognized it as one of her star pokemon. However, it seemed not too big of a matter, as she smiled that familiar smile, one he was quite acquainted to, empty and lack of any real sincerity, coupled with rather foreboding words. He fights the urge to bite his lip. He isn't all too certain by what she meant. What was it that he had misunderstood? The reason behind her accepting his invitation, or the simple matter of the Froslass. He shook his head to himself, chasing away the frown that threatened to show. It didn't settle well with him, the lack of information and mystery, though for tonight he was willing to put those feelings aside.   

Elijah places a smile similar to Sophia's on, greeting with a mixture of hushed excitement and reverence for show. It would do some good to do some shmoozing, especially because that was tonight agenda. He's certain that Fantine would be around them, doesn't worry that the pokemon would misbehave, he'd seen her enough to know that the pokemon could work the crowd as well as her owner. He doesn't offer his arm to Sophia, preferring the space to let her bask in her own light, whereas he was much more comfortable to appear just beside her. This was her night just as much as it was his, a show and reconnection to other similar big names. 

"Want me to get you a drink? I'm having straight gin myself." He says after a while, motioning to the bar. He can already feel the weariness behind his eyes, vision blurring as the sounds of useless chatter feels the air. A good jolt would do him some good, and nothing gave him quite the boost that hard liquor did. "Would something remarkably froo froo be to your liking?" He teases, wondering if he could rile her up.  


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