No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me
The beach was sublime, her inner feline preened beneath the warm sun's caress, the scent of seawater and something sweet and delicious on the impish breeze. How she could have strewn herself across the warmed sands and just soak up a little golden sunshine where most vampires could tread. She was looking far more moon kissed than sun, her schedule somehow growing more nocturnal than she'd like. Fiducia seemed to adore it, swooping within the wind to chase off gulls that cried their distinct sound. Hell, even Sterling seemed far more at peace than he had before. Sacrosanct didn't have beaches like these. The pair seemed content to relax a little with a bit of cheap booze and some vitamin d that could do them both some good.
What she hadn't expected when she wandered too close to the sea, far enough from the lapping waves... or so she thought before the woman was drenched by a rogue wave. It might as well pummelled her. Asshole. If she didn't know any better she would have thought Sterling had a hand to play in that mischievous little trick. But the raven-haired woman had no one to blame herself which irritated her more, that damned case gutting harmlessly out of the sand that nearly buried it from the tumultuous wave that constantly jostled granules of sand and shells.. And honestly who knew whatever else. Needless to say, the sea won. Harley was drenched, her wet clothes stuck to her figure, her fingers comb through the wet strands to slick it in a semblance of order. Sterling received quite the show as his laughter erupted at the spitfire of a woman's misfortune! Ah, perhaps she deserved it as the petite woman seemed to tempt even the sea, that saying goes... fuck with fire your going to get burned? Yeah, well, tread too close to the sea you're going to get wet. Common sense. At least this didn't cost her a thing except maybe more of that dwindling pride.
As if in slight retaliation her slender fingers wrapped around that case... well at least she was not entirely empty-handed. Sterling seemed even more amused as Harley moved with as much grace as a swamp creature toward her completely dry and content companion. He looked like the perfect unsuspecting victim. Maybe a little less of the unsuspecting part. Sterling knew her, one look within her vivacious purple eyes and the warlock was upon his feet in an instant. He knew her far too well.. Perhaps he should join her in this state of wetness. He suddenly moved more like scrambled from where she was standing... just out of her grasp with each step she took toward him, waving his arms as if to deter her. Like anything could deter Harley when her mind was set. Part of her wondered if he would run. Was that her own thought or perhaps the feline that dwelled just beneath the surface? She hardly knew. Her movements became suddenly far more sinuous like that of a cat, each foot placed soundlessly in the sand as she stalked him in a way that was predatory even if her intentions were playful. She didn't want to eat her companion. Friends do not eat friends. Hell, she had no desire to hunt. Maybe for the reason, she still clung on to her humanity like it was the only thing she could. She was a strange example of what she thought a panther would be.. They all seemed a tad mauly, hungry and agitated most of the time. Always with the deadly claws and the biting. While she'd certainly changed, she was grateful that perhaps the human part of her would win in the end. Harley was an adaptable creature for the most part.. Simply learning to accept those newfound parts of her as if they had been there all along.... Just out of practice.
Harley switched tactics on the fly, using that case as a distraction before pouncing. The woman simply allowed him to believe she was distracted with the potential of what was inside the case within her hand. Of course, not without that signature eye roll and that sarcastic look upon her feminine face. Her vivacious purple eyes shifted to the case within her hand and back toward Sterling. It certainly got her closer, the man no longer trying to flee from her at least. She shrugged at the inquiry of the contents of the mystery case. She tossed the case lightly, it landed with a thud at his feet, seaweed still wrapped around that handle. If only they lived in a world where cases like this were filled with money or.. Something that could change their life for the better. Yeah, like water wasn't wet. Delusions get you killed faster than it takes for street meat to cook.
Sterling's pessimism was oddly comforting to her. "You are probably right." Hell even she didn't know what could be inside.. Body parts.... A murder weapon.. Water saturated drugs.. Nothing.. Random useless papers. Perhaps it was the curiosity that seemed to amuse her most. Curiousity killed the cat and all that.. But it was a case, not something that was likely to kill either of them. So... she encouraged her companion to open in while her motives were far less focused on the case and more on saturating her companion. He laughed at her after all.. It was that distraction was, his gaze downcast as he examined what was now in his hand. The woman circled him in that almost predatory fashion before leaping onto his back... somewhere between a cling and a tackle. If she was in her panther form she was certain it would have looked more terrifying than a pint-sized woman crashing into him from behind, excellent form by the way. It was far too easy for him to lose his balance... somehow Harley still remained on him.. A sound of that softened impact left her lips. Omph.. She was certain he would have remained upright. Thank goodness for a figurative mattress of sand to cushion the fall, oh and Sterling too! The poor case went flying somehow during the assault.
Her still sopping wet form pressed against the far warmer companion below her... successfully soaking her favourite warlock with a grin plastered on her lips. She barked out a laugh as his pitch elevated and she heard the words Harley and the groaned out 'God' within in the same breath. She still clung to him like she was attached to him. Her words uttered into his ear were full of sarcastic and yet playful splendor. The hilarious thought of her riding him around the beach was a weird one... that was for sure.. Yet with or without that cheap booze in her system she hardly cared, for the opinion of sheep never really bothered her. What she hardly anticipated for was the man she wrapped herself around pushed back, toppling backwards onto her. Her back thudded against the sand that seemed to cradle her. He effectively trapped her beneath the weight of his body and coating her in sand, as if she were nothing more than a bed for him to lie on. "Hey!" she grumbled while he added that he had fallen and couldn't get back up. Well.. played. She wasn't entirely sure he even knew how to play. He seemed to refuse to move at all... and he was... larger than her, like boulder on her chest. She wiggled to not much avail... forced to release him from her iron gripped clinging. At least they were both wet now. It would seem... a ride on the beach perched on his back was out of the question.
"I can't be all that comfortable.. I'm not a fucking recliner.." Her she hissed her words that lacked venom, the sound of laughter still somehow stained them all the same. With a little scrambling on her part and maybe a little help from turning were... she was somehow was able to change positions with effort. She managed to cling onto him as best she could until he was placed beneath her. If he were facing the other way... well.. This would feel like an entirely different game that their friendship didn't need. Straddling his butt didn't seem to offer the same effect.. But.. Sterling also liked men so... One might never know what tickles someone's goat. She shook her head from the thought, ridding herself of the thoughts that formed in her mind. There was a strange glance from a passing stranger that she ignored without any dignity lost and crippling glare that would maim.
"Weres are stronger than warlocks.." Harley looked down upon the back of Sterling's head. She allowed her hand to ruffle through his equally black locks before she rolled off of him, as if she was somehow done with the point she made. She lay upon her back, looking up into the sky overhead. She watched the clouds for a second or so skirting by, noticing it in a way she hadn't before. Her gaze hardened in thought, creases formed at the corner of her eyes.
"You ever think of starting over?" She suddenly asked... her tone oddly serious as she continued to look upward, as if it was much easier to have a conversation with the sky. Of course, on the beach with one of her closest companions far away from the hellish pits of Sacrosanct... they could be doing so much worse. So, so much worse. After a moment or two of chitchat and simply surrendering to time at least for a little bit she pulled her sand dusted body to sit upright. The case remained innocuous as she stretched her figure to the limit to grab it and pull it close while her fingers fiddled with the clasp.
"Fuck, I'm starving but... I don't think they will let me in anywhere looking like this.. Especially if I stripped down to my bra and underwear.. I am pretty sure I'll get a ticket for indecent exposure.. But I suppose they can add it on to.. Drinking in public too. What do I have to lose?" She laughed.. That sarcastic spitfire back, that momentary vulnerability chased back.. After a moment of idle fiddling, her fingers adeptly found a way to open the case, it satisfyingly clicked open.
"I feel the pressure like I am opening Pandora's box or shit and its probably nothing.. " She then moved to wedge open it, ignoring those instincts because fear was not her when it was abandoned someplace else. Slowly but surely she leaned to look inside with certain bafflement. "What the hell is that?"