never let me go

[talia rhys james]

thousand miles down to the sea bed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — talia adjusted the large beach towel underneath her petite body, trying to keep as much sand off of her as was possible on a beach in miami. she then adjusted her long, dark hair, tucking it under her so as not to leave odd marks in her tan. and finally popped her ear buds back into their proper place.. in her ears. she used her thumb to spin the volume up, nearly full blast, until she couldn't hear the sounds of the many people around her. — talia wasn't a people person. it was part of the reason she chose to come to the beach in the last few hours of sun the day offered. well, that, and because she slept most of the day. also, she found her tan turned out more evenly when the sun wasn't at it's highest point. that was all talia came to the beach for, really. for cosmetic purposes. she found she appeared sexier when her naturally light brown skin held a darker hue. thankfully, being three quarters latina, she never burned, merely just browned further. — it was also a good place to show off the body she did not need to diet or work for. another purpose of the headphones were to drown out the haters and the admirers. it was fun to know they were out there, but it was a nuisance to listen to. she sighed and wiggled her hips, adjusting herself and the towel beneath her once more and then sighed. she felt the shadow cover her and gave it a count of 3...2...1 before opening her eyes to glare at the person hovering over her. you're blocking my light, she announced, shielding her eyes, to try and make out the silhouette of the person in front of her.

tagged: pedro? | outfit: seen above | notes: sucks

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[JACK EZEKIEL LEONIDAS]

It was a gorgeous day at the beach, something that Jack never really just let go of, especially when he had the chance to bring his daughter. "Daddy, can we drive the fast car this time?" Delilah smiled and you couldn't help but oblige. Jack grabbed the lambo key's and went towards the light blue Lamborghini. He quickly lifted Delilah in and strapped her into the car seat, running over to the other side and hopping in the drivers seat. As he closed the door, he saw Julia, the nanny come out of the house to the car. "What time would you like me to come pick up Delilah sir?" Jack looked back at Delilah and smiled at Julia. "No need, I'll be home early enough." Julia nodded and waved at Delilah and Jack sped off.

Not much traffic, but a lot of people at the beach. "Daddy, I hope no one notices you here." Jack just laughed and finally found a parking spot near the beach. "I hope that there's no good waves out." Delilah gave him a stern look and Jack picked her up. "But of course I won't go out there." He smiled and kissed his daughter on the cheek. As they made there way to the beach, Jack scanned the sandy area to see if there was any open spaces.

As he gazed around, he heard a small voice come from behind him and he turned his gaze to this brunette woman. "Oh...I'm sorry if I was blocking your light." He moved over quickly and started to look for more open areas. He really wanted to be secluded, but what he really hoped was that no one was gonna mess with him while he had his daughter with him.

[talia rhys james]

thousand miles down to the sea bed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — it took her all of thirty seconds to notice that it was not only one person standing in front of her, face shadowed, sun outlining them, but it was two. a man and a small child. she lowered her shades, blinked a few times, and noticed it was a man - who had an awfully family face - and a small girl, probably five at the oldest. guilt began to weigh on her almost instantly. — she sat up, bending only at her waist, to rest on her elbows. she shook her head, her long, dark hair falling down her back. no, i'm sorry, it's not like i own the sun or the beach. she looked around and noticed that she had managed to alienate herself enough that the beach was clear for a good fifteen square feet. looks like there's plenty of space, i can share, she waved to the empty space beside her. though talia would never admit it, she had a soft spot for children - well, individual children. throw her in a chuck e. cheese or a wild playground and she'll run away as fast as her feet would take her. — now that her eyes had adjusted, she could also notice that the father wasn't very old, in fact he was probably close to talia and age. and he was rather good looking. she smiled, one of those flirty smiles that few people getting to see, and held out a hand for him to shake. i'm talia, she introduced.

tagged: pedro? | outfit: seen above | notes: sucks

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[JACK EZEKIEL LEONIDAS]

Jack looked back down and noticed the girl was now sitting up, smiling even. Delilah immediately got down and placed herself next to the girl. She introduced herself and wouldn't stop talking to the mysterious women about every color she loved and all her dolls. Jack just laughed and covered his daughters mouth. With his other free hand, he held it out taking the girls hand and name. "Jack...Jack Leonidas" He willingly gave out his name, he didn't know why, but he was comfortable enough to with Talia.

Delilah had already run off and started to do her own thing with the sand. Jack just sat down in the spot that Talia had pointed out and he sighed in exhaustion. "It's gorgeous out, although the sun is quite bright." He trailed off in his own thought and grabbed the sun screen from his back pocket. "Delilah! Come get sun screen!" Delilah looked up, cheerful and smiling.

"So, what do you Ms. Talia." Jack looked back over and could see Delilah out of the corner of his eye putting the screen on. She was quite beautiful, she looked hispanic, but he didn't want to just assume. Jack always did have a soft spot for latin women. He started to think of the wild nights in Mexico, the thought just making him smile.

[talia rhys james]

thousand miles down to the sea bed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — talia grinned, unwillingly and out of pure affection. the small child that had so willing plopped down beside her and began speaking was adorable and reminded talia of herself. she said so, once the little girl had ran off and her father took her place. reminds me of me when i was her age. at a water park once, i went into the tidal pool without a life vest and when the buzzer went off, i decided to just ask the grown man who was holding his own son a few feet away to hold me. my father was terrified, and i didn't even understand why back then. — she looked between the little girl and her father, remembering what it was like to be young, and how she had always been keeping her parents on their toes. still did, up until she got her own place. that didn't stop them from calling to make sure she was taking precaution with life and eating right and doing something productive. which she wasn't, unless you counted eating nothing but pickles, and sun bathing. — she laughed at his question. what do i do? you're looking at it. i'm a beach babe, just kinda laze around and soak up the sun. she shrugged and added i model, some. mostly i'm just a trust fund kid, she wouldn't deny it. her father was a famous jewelry designer and her mother was the district attorney. she had always been spoiled. what about you? you're... she racked her brain, trying to remember where she'd heard his name before, where she'd seen his face. an athlete...a surfer, right? and full time father, i see. she's adorable.

tagged: pedro? | outfit: seen above | notes: sucks

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[JACK EZEKIEL LEONIDAS]

Jack laughed as she tried to remember who he was or where she had heard him from. "Yeah, pro surfer." He laughed again and Delilah runs over, "Yeah, daddy is reaaaally good." Jack shushed her and she runs back off. "No, I've actually been out for a while, landed on my back funny and it just hasn't been the same. Hopefully though I should be back for the Summer Classic, should be rad." Jack smiled and flipped his sunglasses off.

He admired her attitude, not most women act like that, or even admit to not doing shit. "That's not a bad lifestyle though, free tan, probably free food if a stud comes up to you." He jokes. "You look like you could be a model." He watched her smile and couldn't help but smile with. Jack turned his gaze to a wave and couldn't help but sigh. He missed the waves so badly. The thrill, the adrenaline rush as your passing through a tube of water. Nothing could beat it.

Delilah had made friends already, she was always good with people. Jack just smiled as he watched Delilah play with a few kids. Looked like they were making sand castles, something he missed doing as a kid. "So how old are you?" He asked the question, hoping it wouldn't really offend her. There was always something about never asking a women what her age was...ehhh, whatever.

[talia rhys james]

thousand miles down to the sea bed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — talia sat further up, her back beginning to ache at her current state. she crossed her legs in and indian style and began playing with her hair while he spoke. well, i'm not much of an athlete and i don't really have any passion, but i'm sure that saying - the absence makes the heart grow fonder - is true. you'll go without, you'll miss it, you'll crave it, you'll dream about it...and then when you get to do it again... it will be amazing. like doing it for the first time. i broke my pelvis bone and herniated two discs a couple years ago. so, i get it. learning to walk again, it was hard, but i appreciate it more, she offered him a friendly smile and, daringly, nudged his shoulder with her own, also in a friendly manner. — she grinned and held her head a little higher. she loved to hear those words, or to even know that anyone thought she deserved to model. she had heard a lot of remarks about how she didn't deserve it, wasn't good enough, wasn't pretty enough, only got jobs because of who her father was and his connections. she knew she was beautiful, but it was enjoyable to hear it. thank you. you look like you have or could grace the cover of a few sports illustrated... or seventeen magazine. bet a load of girls have your picture on their walls. — she laughed and reached for the half empty bottle of a wine cooler and took a sip. it was both proof that she was twenty one and, in fact, did have boys offering to buy her drinks and lunch. this was an accepted present from less than an hour ago. i'm twenty one, she stated, though. in case he didn't grasp the hint. you?

tagged: pedro? | outfit: seen above | notes: sucks

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.