Who: Elijah and Hayley What: Arriving When: Now Where: The island Status: In progress Rating: TBD
Elijah rarely slept anymore. There was no need for one, and for the other, he much preferred remaining vigilant for his family. Though with Hayley now residing firmly in the wolf camp, that was less than necessary. Still, now and then he did doze off, and wakening as he did, disoriented, he was reminded of his dislike of sleep.
It took him a moment to put things together. To realize that he was not in New Orleans, and to bemoan the havoc salt water would wreak upon his suit. In a flash he was up, tie loose around his neck, eyes squinting as they scanned the beach, settling on a crumpled heap not too far away.
"Hayley." The word was breathed out, his stomach churning at the thought of a world without her...and without his niece-to-be. He was at her side in a moment, gently rolling her onto her back, brushing damp hair from her face, his hand cupping her cheek, listening for a heartbeat.