<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/livhawk%20copy_zps9ozqqm53.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 | 10:40 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Out in the Desert<br/><hr/><br/>Now that the engine had turned off and the car was standing idly to the side of the tracks, which barely passed as a road at all, the silence that reigned in the vastness of the desert was overwhelming. Somewhere far behind the luminous glow of the city they had abandoned still littered the horizon, but in any other direction there was nothing but the starlit sky to keep them company. Mother nature had graced them with a cloudless sky and the moon set the world in a pale blue light that coloured both of the two trespassers to this tranquil scene in an almost alien hue that was both outlandish and strangely enchanting. Olivia took her time abandoning the car, gripping the shoulder bag from the space in front of the passenger seat before carefully - and a little clumsily, perhaps - closing the door behind her. It wasn't surprising that her eyes, like Jason's, immediately wandered to the splendour of constellations overhead. Her steps were silent on the dust strewn ground, where little grew aside from worn looking shrubs, short and stubby. Rocks of surprising sharpness littlered the desert and Liv had made the mistake of preemptively taking off her shoes before, so it was in heels that she paraded the plains even if they had been  a poor choice in hindsight; late night desert walks really didn't facilitate walking around on this particular sort of footwear.<br/><br/>"You know what I think is funny?" Walking up to him, Liv only stopped when her shoulder was level with his. Or mostly, anyway; Jason had quite a few inches on her in terms of height. Her eyes didn't tear away from the mesmerizing display overhead, no matter how tempting, but an incredulous little smile did creep up on her features. "You experienced firsthand that I can't use my abilities without instantly discarding every single item of clothing I have on me, and yet here you are for apologizing about taking off your shirt. I do feel bad now, you clearly have a way higher opinion of me than I can really live up to, I'm afraid. I've seen men naked before, you know."<br/><br/>She considered Jason's question for a moment, although the answer didn't beg much thought. "I do come here regularly, although it's all about perspective whether you could say it's often or not. I don't travel here for any other reason than to practice shapeshifting-"  And that was true, with one minor, or major, exception - "and I usually take my roommate with me as a precaution. He isn't Evolved," Olivia explained, "But he knows everything about my abilities. I can trust him, I have no doubt about that. The thing is, once I change form it starts sapping my energy at an accelerated rate. Not so much with the tattoos, admittedly. I mean, I can be a cat just fine, a bird, no problem... a mermaid is a little trickier, but only because I don't get the opportunity to drive to the west coast for practice very often. Not much water out here, I'm afraid. With drawings it's different." Olivia spun on her heels and ventured back to the car, picking up her bag, which she'd left lying against the front wheel (putting it on the hood seemed too disrespectful considering how gorgeous the car was). Crouching down, she removed her sketchbook and returned to Jason whilst holding onto it. "Usually when I head out here, it's to try out something new and see how well it suits me. You see, if I focus long enough on drawing a sketch, get it down just right, I can use it just like I can my tats. It just takes a lot more energy, and it's not quite as steady. In fact, sometimes it's not steady at all."<br/><br/>Although it might have been expected, Olivia did not actually elaborate on the subject by flicking over the sketch book, and her hand lowered to her side as she looked to the sky once more. "Could you unzip my dress, please?" she requested politely, and she made a subconscious effort to not make it sound like a proposition of sorts. Indeed, she'd packed away another of her more casual dresses - barely more than a long shirt, really - just so she wouldn't have to go through the arduous effort of struggling into this one the moment she shifted back into her traditional form.<br/><br/>It felt like the time for chitchat had drawn to a close, though, or at least it would temporarily have to give away to something far more active. It wasn't often that Olivia preferred to sit down and talk over doing something that had her blood pumping, but in this instance there was a clear temptation to do exactly that. And perhaps she would have easily been lured into lingering on the how and what of her  and his powers, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was so incredibly eager to see him truly make use of those wings, granted to him by some higher power, in action<br/><br/>"So how fast can you fly?" she inquired, then immediately raised her hands. "Actually, don't tell me. I'll find out the fun way." Olivia considered whether she had anything else to say, but even though she could probably ask him a myriad questions still, instead she flashed him a winning smile that preceded that all too familiar sensation of her body shifting into a new form, far smaller, far more agile and blessed with a set of strong, brown-and-white feathered wings that instantly brought her to a considerable height. Her hawklike eyes were keen and took in the sight of the man below with curiosity; almost hovering in the air she waited a moment for Jason to follow suit, quietly challenging him. Although quiet wasn't right; the moment Olivia sped off at a steep angle to greater heights she screeched in an almost arrogant display of happiness before taking to the stars, fully anticipating Jason to surpass her at any given moment. She loved her power, but somehow the expectation that he would be able to keep up with her, outdo her even, was one that she needed him to live up to. She wanted, above all, to be impressed, to be outdone and to know that this man was more than looks. Olivia found herself hoping that she'd be left in awe... and she had an inkling that she would not be disappointed.<br/>