<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sd_zpsvc3491zu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 11:12 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting overconfident<br/><hr/><br/>There was no missing the look of shock that flitted across Liv's face as they briefly evaded the clutches of gravity, only to be forced into a downwards trajectory straight after by its inevitable pull back to Earth. Had she really expected him to have taken her up on the unveiled dare that she had posed? Maybe, but whether or not she had anticipated him to be so daring, Jason had stepped up to the challenge and surpassed it by far, fuelling that delicious adrenaline rush that coursed through the girl's veins as they fell towards the ground at a speed that rivalled that of the hawk dives she had executed not minutes before. Her senses were heightened, tingling from sheer excitement and what astonishment had briefly filled her was rapidly replaced by feelings of pure ecstasy. She experienced<em>everything</em>all at once; the rush of the chilled air that tormented her cheeks, made her eyes water and her hair whip back fiercely; the deafening roar of the wind that assaulted her ears and drowned out any further sound; and more than that she was so very aware of Jason's strong arms wrapped around her legs and upper body, with his fingers digging hard into her soft flesh, inciting feelings within that she had promised herself to steer clear of. It had been like tempting the devil when she returned to her original form and felt that enticing sensation of skin against skin as she had fallen into his arms. Not a small part of her had for a moment forgotten entirely about why they had ventured out into the desert together, wanting to do things that suited a luxury hotel room far better. There was no pretending that Jason left her unaffected anymore and good resolutions be damned, if it wasn't for the nosedive towards the desert surface she would have kissed him there and then - in fact, she was tempted to despite the additional risk it would pose to break his concentration. And it really<em>was</em>much like skydiving; Olivia trusted the winged angel who had crossed paths with her so accidentally with inexplicable wholeheartedness but evenso, there was no telling if he would live up to such faith, nor if his ability to keep the pair from becoming a crimson stain in the dirt would live up to its promise. It was like diving with a parachute you didn't pack yourself; you were confident that no one would willingly send you to your death, but there was always the possibility in the back of your mind that this time it<em>wouldn't</em>open and you'd be sent from an experience of ultimate freedom, straight into the cold embrace of the Afterlife.<br/><br/>Liv didn't consider herself a judgmental person, but where Jason was concerned she had to confess that she'd made certain assumptions that simply weren't true. The settled, confident, well-off (not to mention<em>married</em>) glass blower from the other side of the States had a wild side to him that she hadn't consciously been aware of, but that<em>some</em>part of her must have picked up on nevertheless. Using his status of Evolved was just a partial excuse to justify it; surely if she'd been so desperate, Liv would have sought out one of the performers who had<em>supernatural</em>written on their foreheads to anyone who knew where to look a long time ago. He was something special all right, and it showed even in the way he, just when she was getting anxious that perhaps he did have a suicidal tendency she wasn't aware of, suddenly brought himself and consequently her to an immediate standstill, mere feet above the floor. Liv only had a split second to marvel over how quickly his wings unfolded, could almost<em>see</em>the air become a visible force as he used it to keep them from crashing to the ground. Dirt billowed up into an all-encompassing cloud that whirled up and about them, leaving the couple in the eye of the storm as he touched ground. From one moment into the next Liv was thrown into a state of absolute tranquility, the world around them one of silence and isolation. Their surroundings took on an orangey hue as dirt settled at a very slow pace, and the distant road, the beautiful car and the entire world around them had become but a distant memory as she lingered in his arms, all too aware of how the moment begged for a conclusion, a transition into something else,<em>anything</em>that wasn't the inaction they both lingered in right now.<br/><br/>A shivering exhale was the first betrayal to the silence, and Olivia only then stirred, her arm still hooked around Jason's shoulder as if her life depended on it. It was more an act of want rather than one of necessity, though, and somewhere she was all too aware of the fact that she should wrest free, find her bag, dress herself and thank this rare gem of a man for a wonderful evening. But that wasn't her, and surely even he had already picked up on that. Then again, it wasn't like her to be so indecisive, either; her mind had never before made such an effort to be this rational, this valiant in sticking to her own philosophy, and the rest of her had never before opposed her wish to be sensible so fiercely. So she remained there, right there, pressed up close against Jason's chest for as long as he would allow it, and her free hand traced shapes along his chest, picking up on the tremor that rushed through it as his heart seemed to make a bid for freedom.<br/><br/>"I never felt anyone's heart beat this fast before," she mused, her voice fragile, the rest of her never more<em>alive</em>. Ever so slowly Liv allowed her hand to flatten against the very spot where she could feel the hastened throbs most fiercely, only then finding the courage to look up. Instantly an audible inhale gave her away, her gaze darting from his eyes to his mouth and back again before she, in a brief moment of clarity, managed to spring into action. Surely it wasn't her best moment when she straightened her back, her legs, the plea to be let down accommodated by the man in a way that didn't really tell her if he had been willing to let her go or not. But she was free, staggering a little but free and God, did Liv need that physical distance to keep her wits about her.<br/><br/>"You..." she said, her voice a little stunted. Olivia frowned, turned away then arched her upper body back to look at Jason again. Her hand raised, and  she wagged a finger at him as she began pacing away, the settling dust in the air finally revealing the location of the car. "You are a dangerous man, Mister Vandel," she told him with more theatricality than she usually would use. "I hope you know what you're doing, because I..."<br/><br/>Olivia didn't quite finish that sentence, and instead crossed the distance to the side of the vehicle, retrieving something from within her satchel. Surprisingly it was not the dress that surely she should be putting on but the sketchbook, not to mention her pencil. And although it was not her motivation for doing so, when she opened the book and began sketching, it was exactly what she needed to put her mind back into focus. She didn't even bother sitting down or covering herself up, the paper offering only a semblance of modesty by covering up the immediate centre of her chest, leaving her a curvacious outline illuminated only by the pale light of the moon that graced the Nevada desert tonight. She'd glance up at Jason every so often, almost making it seem as if she was drawing<em>him</em>. And although in a way, the subject of her creativity was related to the man who had so creatively left his mark on the casino, it was not him who was brought to life in her colourless sketch. Minutes passed, and whilst Liv was very familiar with the image, she still strived for perfection, taking her time to complete the drawing.<br/><br/>"I told you how I can become anything I can draw, right?" she said, her voice a little flat, absorbed as she was by the creative process. "How the images on my body are like alternate shapes to the way I look now. Actual drawings are a bit less second-nature, but the same principle applies; I draw it, I use the drawing and become what is on the paper for as long as I can hold on to the shape."<br/><br/>The etching of the pencil onto paper ceased, and a contemplative expression took hold of the girl as she regarded the drawing for a while.<em>Perfect.</em>It was always perfect, this one. With a certain reverence she turned the sketchbook around, revealing to Jason the image of the very dragon she was bringing to life in the Casino that  had caused them to cross paths. Olivia peered down at it, locking eyes with Jason shortly thereafter. "Me and Alex have been out here to practice different forms. Dogs, deer, wolves, even snakes... I've tried so many different shapes and usually it would work out pretty well. There was a bit of a mishap when I turned alligator, though, and I guess... I guess that's what makes me worried." Olivia paused, her finger longingly trailing the outline of the dragon's back, which curved into a long, slender tail that curled towards the corner of the paper. "Stronger forms require a lot of focus, a lot of energy, too. I'm usually fine keeping myself in check, but sometimes... And if something went wrong Alex could hide in the car, hell, we have a tranq dart in the trunk just in case things turned really sour. But Alex isn't evolved, and I can't bear the thought of him getting hurt because of me."<br/><br/>Olivia hesitated, and she puffed up her cheeks, contemplating her words for a moment. "The thing is," she finally continued, "I really want to try this form.<em>Really.</em>It's like this temptation I find harder and harder to withstand and I just know that at some point I'm going to give in, rush into the desert and try it out, regardless of consequence. So I guess what I'm saying is - what I'm<em>hoping</em>is that you would let me try this out. Tonight. Right now. And that maybe you could keep me from getting too carried away if need be."<br/><br/>Liv couldn't help herself; a little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and the true extent of just how the mere prospect of finally being able to give into this delicious temptation affected her glinted in her eyes as she uninhibitedly gazed at Jason once more, her feet carrying her right back to the stranger until the two of them were barely two feet apart. "I need someone who can keep me in check," she said, and the suggestiveness that hid in those words was strengthened by the way Liv lowered the sketch in her hand, letting it rest against her hip instead. Bashfulness was now a forgotten sentiment, although she dared him with her eyes alone to keep his gaze level with hers. "Please tell me that you're capable of more than just flying and looking handsome."<br/>