ODDS OF BEING ALONE // DAMIAN

[eden noelle cambridge]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] a place that i've never been she was alone, for once - not surrounded by obnoxious friends or men or her publicist, but able to soak in the smell of kettle corn and candied applies and grease and the salty ocean in the comfortable solitude of herself. eden piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun, leaving a few strings here and there as she stood at the edge of the boardwalk, leaning up against the worn wood railing and staring out at the dark ocean. it had to be nine or ten o'clock, on a friday night, even more; eden was typically out at events, partying, enjoying herself on friday nights because she was smart enough not to be sucked into the insidious appeal of partying on weekdays. eden smiled just barely, her thoughts wandering to her best friend, brooke. she shook her head just barely. she'd never speak ill of brookie, but she had a nasty habit of not being the most accountable or smart with her lifestyle choices. that was one of the many reasons she adored the girl, though. brookie never failed to make eden laugh so hard she cried. she moved away from the railing, sauntering back into the veering crowds full of every different type of accompaniment - families with children, squealing with joy, newlyweds, couples, friends. but she was glad not to have a counterpart just for these few quiet moments. it got a little old after a while, and the rising star was always being recogniz - "hey, aren't you the girl in country strong?!" a couple had stopped, the male half looking rather confused as the girl walked up to eden and peered at her face curiously. eden nodded, glancing around quickly to make sure no one else was going to make a big deal. it wasn't like she couldn't go anywhere without being noticed - eden had only ever had one nightmare situation, in which she just so happened to be surrounded by more than a few 'country strong' fans and had gotten rather swamped. other than that, she was only occasionally recognized in public places, and signed a few autographs here and there. but eden enjoyed the attention. she didn't know why other celebrities made such a big deal out of it. maybe eden would have a different opinion if she had become more successful and was constantly plagued with nosy reporters and photographers trying to get into her life, live every second of her life for her. but for now, as the socialite that eden was, she typically craved the attention. not today; she was preferring a quieter night. eden suddenly wished she had a friend that she could see without being expected to party for once. "yeah, i am," she said, attempting to be friendly, but her tone came out more tired than anything. "oh, wow! well, you did a great job," the girl said awkwardly, and walked off with her boyfriend. eden rolled her eyes at the awkwardness and continued walking herself, passing a few different stores and things and looking inside with an air of disinterest. becoming bored with browsing, she walked back across the rows of traffic from people walking and down several steps, reaching down and pulling off her heels before stepping into the sand on the beach. eden had always thought the beach was the most beautiful at night. she left her heels slung over her fingers and strolled lazily along the sand, the breeze stirring strands of her hair as she gazed around at numerous encounters of the life around her. WORDS: 598 TAGGED: DAMIAN <3 OUTFIT: CLICK NOTES: THIS POST FUCKING SUCKS IM SO SORRY

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[damian c. wayne]

Puts on his best smile

But underneath he's a broken guy

Never had he been one to fret over business even beyond after working hours, but Damian hadn’t had the choice but to let his mind wander into the dreadful territory located deep inside his thoughts—which of course, held captive all the issues regarding the arrays of paperwork that he had left on his desk back at his apartment; and those waiting for his John Hancock back in his office (at a branch of the company). It had been a stressful month at work to say the least. He had been slowly falling behind and the workload continued to pile up along with the deadlines seemingly feeling as if they were getting reduced, and shortened by the higher ups. At times, Damian wondered if that was purposely executed by his father, as a ploy to test his son’s willingness, or his desire to achieve. After all, Benjamin Wayne, was the same father who had once compelled his son to read The Art of War by Sun Tzu at the age of twelve. In doing so, he also ultimately forced Damian to write an essay comparing and drawing the similarities between Sun Tzu’s military strategies to that of the United States. And if that wasn’t enough, Damian had to read about all the great Caesars, and how they would send their sons to the furthest most corners of the empire so they could get an appreciation of how the world works. His father would later on use that excuse as to why he had decided to send him (Damian) to Maryland as opposed to letting him stay with the family in New York.

Yeah, that was the life of the former King of Manchester Academy, or so he liked to call himself. It was a life that he had always lived vicariously through his father’s high demands and politics. Thus when it came to promenading at the beach, Damian simply used this boardwalk, the warm sands as his gateway, his break from reality, from his father’s piercing gaze, and from whatever drama had the tendency of following him and invade his usual tranquil mind. It took a bold wind that hovered past him like a sturdy whisper to finally knock him out of his deep and confined thoughts as he walked away from the beach bar; and stood still, awestruck by the beauty of the dark ocean. It was an unpleasantly cold night tonight, and one that he had so far managed to enjoy—endure—despite all of his bottled concerns. The beach always had that kind of effect on him. Its natural occurrence and existence knew how to turn that melancholy state of mind, into a blissfully content one. Although, physically not noticeable, internally, Damian felt genuinely happy to be surrounded by a seemingly everlasting ocean. It cooled him down; the act of merely gazing at it did so much wonders to the mind—wonders that have always been unfathomable, and difficult to explain.

Lured deep by the ocean and its inviting scent, Damian began to move toward the beach and its warm sand, where he usually found a sense of equanimity that no other places or person could ever endow him with. Nonchalantly, and almost impassively, he serenely moved passed the crowded boardwalk without a single concern of who he might have bumped into, or offended in his path to solitude. Not only that, but he cared not to concern himself with any recognizable faces that he usually might have given even the slightest time of his life to greet and catch up with. It would be a nuisance to just stop and chat, and one that would likely break this momentum of tranquility that had managed to sustain and hold back his worries of work and his father. It was when he emitted a nonchalant gasp, responding to the soft whispers of the wind, that he noticed that he'd been standing by the shore of the beach for the past five minutes or so, with his toes buried in sand and wetted by the dark ocean’s cold water. He looked around speculatively to investigate his surrounding and found his sight captivated by the ever so beauty of Eden Cambridge, the light to that often dark heart of his.

A soft smile appeared on his face as he thought of building up the courage to walk over and talk to her—her presence always had a unique and funny way to make him nervous—despite their long standing history and friendship. He sought to take a step but paused a little stubbornly when he saw her being overwhelmed by some of her fans—or so he assumed they were. Once they walked away from her, he decided to mirror their movements and instead walk towards her. He marched his steps with that same air of confidence that he always had on him. Elegantly detached, but smoothly suave in his baby blue dress shirt and his sort of khaki white pants—he appeared properly dressed for a man wandering in the beach. Leisurely, he approached her from behind as she continued to stride her feet through the warm sand seemingly without noticing or acknowledging his presence. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered softly into her ears as he extended a single arm around her waist, and audaciously tugged her close to his chest. “You know… Eden, I couldn’t help it when I noticed you from a distance. I was lured, and now I’m captivated.” his voice was soft and melodious, and he spoke with that same accent and unique deportment that he was sure she’d recognize instantly, in case he had somehow startled her. Gently, he ran his fingertips along her skin, down her arm—the one casually holding onto her heels—purposely sending shivers down her spine, or so he hoped his touch would arouse such a sentiment. Suddenly, and very casually, he pulled his arm away from her waistline and softly released her from his grasp. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much…. but hello” he smiled charmingly, and narrowed his eyes intently staring into hers, with his jaws flexed and that trademark grin of his waiting to greet her gaze.

TAG: EDEN <3 | CLOTHES: THIS | NOTES: OVERKILL? SORRY.

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