Elias
Elias's lips pursed, as she attacked. Vicious, a viper in a dress. But, he just smiled. "One day you'll lower your walls, Phoebe." The man was patient, and he could appreciate that she didn't know him well enough to believe him.
"I'm not going to speak to your ex-husband, because it does not matter how he saw you, because it'll not be how I do." He stated, undoing his hair as he watched her.
"Who says chances run out?" With those words, Elias turned and he started off, basket in hand. "One day, you'll give me that date," he called, sounding far too cheerful for a man who'd just been shot down.
She was stubborn, but she'd provided him clues. Frey, the governor. He'd attempt to talk to them; but he'd not listen to a word her ex-husband had to say.
Elias Vaughn could be just as stubborn, and he'd make sure she realized that.
"I'm not going to speak to your ex-husband, because it does not matter how he saw you, because it'll not be how I do." He stated, undoing his hair as he watched her.
"Who says chances run out?" With those words, Elias turned and he started off, basket in hand. "One day, you'll give me that date," he called, sounding far too cheerful for a man who'd just been shot down.
She was stubborn, but she'd provided him clues. Frey, the governor. He'd attempt to talk to them; but he'd not listen to a word her ex-husband had to say.
Elias Vaughn could be just as stubborn, and he'd make sure she realized that.
I'm so tired of the shore, let me in, baby,
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
