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 On the Horizon, IC - Elliot | ISO - Odette
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 Posted: Sep 30 2015, 05:43 PM
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THURSDAY SPRING 21, YEAR ONE • MIDDAY • SUNNY • ELLIOT'S OUTFIT OLIVER'S OUTFIT
"That it's gonna be blue skies for you and I, we'll step out of the shadows and walk into the light"



It was the perfect day for a picnic.

Elliot had learnt that immediately upon waking, when the sunlight had lit up even the most secluded corners of his house. A quick glance out of the window had confirmed it.

The sky was a brilliant blue, not a single cloud dotting that flawless cornflower colour. On a day like this, he needed to seize the day. And seizing the day did not entail spending his time in a musky library.

Elliot wasn't one for living life on the edge, and this was as spontaneous as the cautious father could ever hope to get. The library would remain shut today, no note posted on the door to explain why it was closed. Elliot was sure nobody would mind. Very few visited, and what was more, it was a Thursday - it was Ellie and Ollie day. That was justification enough for Elliot to take his son out on a little trip.

He let Oliver sleep a little longer than normal, Elliot finding it far easier to prepare sandwiches and other little finger foods when there wasn't a toddler giggling and rushing around the house, getting into mischief. He put those sandwiches (ham and cheese, Oliver's favourite), those pieces of fruit, those cupcakes, and all the other little delicacies into a makeshift picnic basket - namely, Elliot's satchel. Afterwards, Elliot took a colourful bedsheet out of the linen cupboard, and figured it would easily suffice as a picnic blanket.

When Elliot did awake Oliver, the young boy was ecstatic. "Pic'ic! Pic'ic!" he'd exclaimed, flailing his little arms whilst his poor daddy tried haplessly to put a t-shirt on him.

It was going to be a wonderful day, Elliot could tell.

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Father and son sat cross-legged on their blanket. An open book about fairy tales sat nearby, pages open and moving in the light breeze. It had been forgotten momentarily whilst the two ate, but earlier Oliver had taken to acting out the story of Goldilocks with great enthusiasm.

Nibbling at the corner of a sandwich triangle, Oliver stole a curious glance at his daddy.

Elliot was distracted, daydreaming as he stared in the direction of Echowind Coast. From here, he could hear the faint sounds of waves crashing onto the beach, and it put him into a sort of trance.

Oliver let his father continue this in silence. He had a more important thing on his mind, anyway, like the chocolate cupcakes he so desperately wanted to dive into. But, his daddy had told him he wasn't allowed to have one unless he managed to eat two sandwich triangles, like a good boy. Oliver had begun his second one, but wasn't enthralled to be chewing on that when there was something so much more delicious in front of him.

Wistful, Oliver diverted his glance away from the chocolate cupcakes. In doing so, he caught sight of a familiar pink-haired lady that he just so happened to adore.

"'Ette! 'Ette" Oliver cried, jumping straight up and sprinting over to Odette as quick as his little legs would carry him. He forgot all about the sandwich he was clutching in his hand and it fell straight to the floor.

"'Ette, 'Ette!" He was in front of her now, head craned up to smile brightly at her. "'Ette, me an' daddy 'av... 'av... 'av pic'ic!" Oliver reached up his arms and tugged at Odette's hand, wanting her to follow him. "You av' pic'ic too!"he demanded.
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 Posted: Oct 3 2015, 10:42 AM
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It was one of those days where she had taken a walk, simply because the weather was too nice to pass up the opportunity for some fresh air and there weren't any sermons until the evening, if anyone actually knew. The weekday evening sermons were the least attended and sometimes Odette was just left by herself in the church because no one came. Not that she often minded, because it was much easier for her to do routine prayers with little or no people. The big sermons were always the most nerve crushing and she was surprised that she ever managed to get through them, if she had to be quite frank about it.

Many people smiled and said hello to her when they saw her. She supposed that being priestess was an advantage in knowing everyone, but it did also mean, for the most part, having to converse with everyone and she wasn't sure how she really felt about that. She really wasn't the best with conversations and it was noticeable how she always managed to excuse herself stupidly quickly so that she could get out of it. No one could blame her, but Odette always felt bad for it.

She was musing to herself about nothing in particular when she heard a child voice calling for her - or at the very least, that was what it sounded like - and when she turned around, there was Oliver. She blinked in surprise, but then he was grabbing her hand and demanding she go to have a picnic with him and Elliot. Odette's eyes quickly searched for the boy's father and found him, before biting her lip. She knew she was going to be awkward, but she couldn't really deny Oliver, could she... "Okay," she finally smiled softly. "Let's go see Daddy."
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 Posted: Oct 21 2015, 05:54 AM
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THURSDAY SPRING 21, YEAR ONE • MIDDAY • SUNNY • ELLIOT'S OUTFIT OLIVER'S OUTFIT
"That it's gonna be blue skies for you and I, we'll step out of the shadows and walk into the light"



Elliot had a father’s instinct; he could sense immediately when Oliver was no longer with him.

That gut feeling that there wasn’t the faint chomping of a toddler eating his food caused Elliot to stop daydreaming and, instead, to cast his eyes over to where Odette and Oliver stood in the distance. The panic that his son had run off unattended was only momentary, as a result.

Though the faces were hard to make out, Oliver having made considerable ground to have dashed so far out over the meadows to greet Odette, Elliot immediately put pink hair and priestess together. He didn’t know anybody else, after all, that had hair so bright.

Even if the two weren’t aware they did, they shared the same emotion. A sense of dread at the prospect of forced communication because neither of them could deny the sweet little smile of an adorable child. Oliver was giddy that Odette had agreed to come sit with his daddy and him, but Elliot just internally cringed that not only was he going to seize up in words, but also that Odette was going to see him in some of his oldest, and consequently scruffiest, clothes.

Oliver hadn’t let go of Odette’s hand. Oh no, he was going to hold on quite tightly to that hand, so that he could rest assured that she was following him and wasn’t running away.

There was a spring in his step, and Oliver moved quickly. From Elliot’s perspective, poor Odette was practically being dragged by somebody so small.

“H-hi, Odette,” Elliot greeted with a smile, when the two arrived at the blanket he’d laid out. His cheeks didn’t waste even a second in turning pink – this was quite the embarrassing situation, to be caught off-guard like this.

Oliver didn’t seem to notice the bittersweet awkwardness between his father and the priestess. He let go off Odette’s hand when he was back by his father, choosing to drop to the floor and to sit on his knees, digging into the picnic basket for food.

“’Ette wan' cake?” he piped up, having retrieved a cupcake that he now held up for Odette to take.

For somebody so innocent, Oliver was sly. He’d known that with Odette around, he could skip the sandwich rule and dig immediately into the cupcake he’d been waiting so impatiently for.
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 Posted: Oct 21 2015, 09:27 AM
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She just couldn't deny Oliver even if her innermost instincts were telling her to run away. She didn't want to upset the little boy when he was so excited to see her and invited her so nicely to join him and Elliot, even though she had more of a feeling that it should have been Elliot to extend the invitation. She felt more like that she was intruding over anything else, because clearly this was Elliot's special time with his son and she had no business being there. Now, since Oliver was clinging to her so tightly, she supposed she had no other choice.

If she had to be totally honest about it, she was being dragged along.

Her cheeks certainly took no time in turning bright red when Elliot greeted her, because she was embarrassed more than anything that she had been dragged along by a three year old. It was nice to have company, but Odette didn't know how to deal with this situation and she was worried that Elliot really didn't want her there. That he didn't want her around his son because it was their special time and all of those worries were building up all at once, closing up her throat and practically rendering her unable to speak.

"H-h-hi, E-Elliot," she stuttered, before turning her attention to Oliver who was offering her cake. She knew that trick well, but she didn't know how to respond to him. She stared at the little boy with big eyes before trying to come out with something that wouldn't get him or her in trouble. "I - uh - have you.. have you finished your sandwiches, first?" She looked to Elliot helplessly, hoping that he would be able to take over. She just stood and fidgeted, waiting to be invited to sit because she didn't just want to take a space.
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 Posted: Oct 26 2015, 10:22 PM
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THURSDAY SPRING 21, YEAR ONE • MIDDAY • SUNNY • ELLIOT'S OUTFIT OLIVER'S OUTFIT
"That it's gonna be blue skies for you and I, we'll step out of the shadows and walk into the light"



Elliot was pink and Odette was red. Together the two looked as awkward as anything, and Oliver just stayed sat on the blanket, blissfully unaware of the shy pain he was inflicting upon the two.

Both of them stammered out their greetings.

Both of them stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

Both of them were going to be led into conversation by Oliver.

Had he finished his sandwiches? Oliver’s little face fell when he realised that Odette was onto his trick. He shook his head glumly and the arm holding the cupcake dropped.

Elliot gave Odette a grateful smile.

His son really didn’t want to eat that second sandwich, and although there was nothing wrong with the sandwiches that had been made, Oliver just seemed intent on kicking up a fuss. Toddlers could be like that at times, making problems for no good reason. Oliver just wanted to eat the sugary stuff to satisfy his sweet tooth, but Elliot wanted to make sure his son got a good nutrition.

“Here,” Elliot said, taking a new triangle out of the picnic basket and giving it to Oliver. “You can have the cake when you eat all of this yummy sandwich, okay?”

Oliver shook his head and folded his arms. “Not eating tha' one. Want first one.”

The first sandwich Oliver referred to currently sat on the ground, and there was naturally no way Elliot was going to give his son that one.

“The first one is dirty, Ollie. You dropped it, remember?” Elliot pointed to where the sandwich lay, discarded. “Look.”

Oliver looked shuffling forward and squinting at it.

“Here,” Elliot said, tearing off a tiny end piece of the triangle and popping it into his mouth. “Now it’s like first one.”

And just like that, Oliver was satisfied. He took the sandwich and began to nibble at it.

Potential toddler tantrum situation avoided, Elliot could relax. And then seize up again. Odette was still standing.

“You can… um… sit with us, if you’d like to, Odette. There’s enough for three, I think…” Elliot offered. "B-but if you've got things to do, that's okay, I understand."
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 Posted: Oct 29 2015, 05:37 PM
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She didn't mean to upset Oliver, but she didn't want to upset Elliot either. She knew better than anyone that kids also needed to have their nutrients and the like, and they weren't going to get that through cakes alone. She didn't want to disappoint the younger child, but she had to do what had to be done and she could barely stand to give Elliot even eye contact right now, even though she smiled awkwardly at the grateful look that he gave her. After all, she had to help him make sure that Oliver ate properly, and by the looks of it, one sandwich was already completely abandoned on the floor.

Odette watched the exchange between Elliot and his son awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. Oliver had completely abandoned the idea of the cupcake now that Odette had managed to deflect his intentions, and she didn't know if she had to run away or not anymore.

That was the problem with being dragged over. She didn't know what to do.

Odette just watched and fidgeted. There wasn't much else that she could do. She was going redder and redder by the second and as far as she was concerned her chest was seizing up, quite frankly. She couldn't even get any words out.

"I - um - if-if it's okay with you, I don't w-want to intrude.." she stammered. She really didn't want to feel like she was intruding. She eventually took the decision to sit down simply because she felt rude not to, now that she had been asked. "I... thank you," she said quietly, before looking at the grass between her fingers.
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 Posted: Nov 9 2015, 12:30 PM
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THURSDAY SPRING 21, YEAR ONE • MIDDAY • SUNNY • ELLIOT'S OUTFIT OLIVER'S OUTFIT
"That it's gonna be blue skies for you and I, we'll step out of the shadows and walk into the light"



It was a strange phenomenon, but it occurred nonetheless, how Elliot would seize up and stammer more when presented with somebody who was equally as shy as he was. Elliot supposed that it was because he relied heavily on others to speak so that he didn’t have to. And when the other person did something similar? It led to a stalemate of which one of them was going to be unfortunate and keep the conversation flowing. Or jarring, in his and Odette’s case.

“You’re not intruding,” Elliot stated, and that was all he could muster. She wasn’t intruding, and that was a fact.

Elliot loved spending time with his son, but he did it enough that a little extra company wasn’t always such a bad thing. In fact, Elliot usually welcomed another person’s presence, but often his anxiety played his loneliness so that he was too shy and too scared to talk to another. With Odette, even if Elliot found himself either stammering or speechless, he wasn’t scared of her (though he was still very shy). It was very hard to be scared of such a petite woman with pink hair and a soft-spoken voice.

Oliver was delighted that Odette had taken a seat.

“Yay, yay, yay! ‘Ette!” he exclaimed, opening his mouth wide to cheer and displaying all of the mushed-up sandwich within it.

“Ollie,” Elliot began to scold. “We don’t talk with our mouth full, remember?”

Oliver immediately shut his mouth and gave a nod. He hurried to finish his mouthful, swallowed, then piped up with a cheery, “Sorry, daddy!”

Elliot smiled in response, then remembered Odette was here and that he’d begun to drift off into his thoughts. He cleared his throat, feeling awkward and rude.

“O-Odette,” Elliot began, wringing his hands in his lap. “Would you… would you like something to eat? We have plenty of food.”

“Or… perhaps something to drink?”
Elliot asked, opening his satchel and taking out a bottle of lemonade and a few plastic cups. “This lemonade is fresh.”

Oliver had other ideas as to what Odette should have.

“Cake!” he yelled, crawling forward and taking the two cupcakes from earlier. He’d hurried to finish his sandwich, and now a chocolate cupcake was rightfully his.

“Daddy has cake,” Oliver demanded, forcing a cupcake into his father’s hands. “’Ette has cake,” he said, forcing a cupcake into Odette’s hands. “An’ Ollie has cake!” he concluded with a cheer, grabbing a third cupcake and taking a big bite out of his cupcake with a grin immediately spreading from ear-to-ear.

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 Posted: Nov 28 2015, 11:26 AM
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She couldn't remember the last time that she had had a picnic - or if she had ever had one. Her parents weren't exactly the type to do fun little things like this, too busy with work or too focused on other things. They raised her well and looked after her, but there was always a slight detachment where she had never really done things like this. She didn't really know what to do in these kinds of situations, because they weren't something that she was used to and you never really had a picnic by yourself.

She nodded mutely at his statement, because it wasn't as if she was going to argue with him when he had allowed her to intrude sit with them. It just wasn't the done thing and she didn't want to ruin her friendship with Elliot. That just wasn't going to happen because he was one of her very few friends that she didn't want to lose. That would just be typical Odette.

She definitely didn't want to eat their food - she had a feeling that Elliot would have only pakced for the two of them and she didn't want to deplete that supply while she was here. That was rude. But lemonade was offered and she did like lemonade. It was one of those drinks that lasted from spring to winter and was always good for the season. She nodded again, chewing her lip as nervously as his stuttering.

"Um - l-lemonade would be nice, th-thank you," she said quietly, before jumping as her hands were forced open and a cupcake pushed into them. Of course, she mused. Oliver would want all of them to eat together. But the little boy had already seemed to shove half the cake into his mouth, and she looked at him with a little giggle. "You have icing all around your mouth, you silly monkey," she located a napkin and leaned over to wipe Oliver's mouth of icing, before she sat back and nibbled at her cupcake. Maybe that wasn't the done thing.
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Elliot gave Odette a reassuring smile.

“Okay. One lemonade, coming right up!”

Elliot had taken out three cups – one for himself, one for Oliver, and one for Odette. He started with Odette’s cup, filling it up to a point where the cup was full but not so full that it would slosh everywhere if it took a slight knock. After all, Odette was sat next to a rather rambunctious young child.

Elliot was about to hold out the cup of lemonade for Odette to take, but by that point Oliver had already seized hold of Odette’s attention. He’d shoved a cupcake into the woman’s hands so that there was no longer a spare hand to take the lemonade, so Elliot merely smiled a little brighter and put the cup down next to him. He started pouring out his and Oliver’s drinks, eyes constantly looking back over to Oliver and Odette in order to keep that smile on his face.

Oliver liked his cupcakes. That was a known fact. Oliver liked anything that was sugary and sweet, but Elliot did a good job of brushing Oliver’s teeth to keep them clean and pearly white. It came as no surprise to Elliot that Oliver would bite into his cupcake like the world depended on it.

"You have icing all around your mouth, you silly monkey," Odette said, and Oliver lifted his head away from his cupcake obediently in order to let her wipe his mouth. It was a rehearsed response. But the moment Odette was finished, Oliver sank the lower half of his face back into his cupcake and the icing, complete with little crumbs, returned.

“I normally just wait till he’s finished eating,” Elliot piped up softly. “Ollie can be a messy eater. The more you wipe the icing off, the more he’ll get on his face when you’ve finished.”
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Odette just sat and waited patiently for the go to have lemonade or cake or something along those lines. She wasn't really sure what to be doing but she would be sure that there would be something that would be telling her about what she had to do eventually. Odette didn't so much mind wiping Oliver's face several times - it was just something that she figured she should do because of the fact he just had icing all over his face and it was no good if he was all dirty.

She supposed it was a fruitless gesture anyway, because he had icing and crumbs all over his face again.

It was funny, though, because Elliot picked up on that soon enough. Odette couldn't help but burst into a lighthearted fit of giggles over it, because this was one of the strangest situations that she had ever been in, especially here. It just made no sense to her that she was in this situation. She bit into her cupcake and chewed, but she was still giggling a little bit, at least, until she went bright red.

"I - sorry, I'm not used to this," she apologised. "I - thank you for the lemonade..."
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