<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 1st, just after sunrise<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His house → Streets of the city<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Victoria, Open<br/><strong>Contents:</strong>Morning run, chance encounter(?)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite Tempest's acceptance and vote that he not be put out in the night Elias saw how angry Victoria was. So after again apologizing for his not correcting her assumption he had bid them all a good night and shimmered out. The other end of his shimmer had him appearing in his own small house less than a mile away. After finishing the sandwich he had gone to his own bed, but sleep was elusive and fitful. For some reason he was not quite sure of, he was worried about Victoria forgiving him. He really wanted her forgiveness. Most people he could live with them holding a grudge, but it really bothered him that she might do that. He liked her, one might even say he had a crush on her. So he hoped that they could get past this deception and be friends, at least.<br/><br/>Just as the first rays of the morning sun started shining through his windows he got up deciding to go for a run. He hoped that getting some exercise would tire him enough to allow him to get some sleep. After all he was still part mortal and needed to sleep to function at his best. Also being part witch he needed to work at keeping himself in shape, so did run and work out on a fairly regular basis. This morning he especially felt the need to run. While just the need to exhaust himself was high on the list there was one thing higher, the need to burn off the frustration he felt over deceiving and angering Victoria. He knew she had every right to be angry. It was entirely his fault for not being forth coming with the truth about himself when he learned the truth about her being a Halliwell.<br/><br/>So Elias dressed for the workout and after stepping out of his small two bedroom home he stretched and did a quick warm and started running. He had no destination in mind or even a planned course. His mind was a jumble, his emotions a turmoil. He wanted Victoria to forgive him, to accept him. Although he did not quite understand why it mattered so much to him. Yeah she was attractive, extremely so, and she was a witch and one of the few people that knew his secret. She was still fully a mortal though and like all the other Halliwells before her she would age just as rapidly as a normal human, while he aged much slower. He was right at 150 years old but had barely past his prime. Barring a violent end he could foresee living for centuries. His slowed aging meant that if he were to love somebody he would have to watch that person grow old and die while he remained relatively unchanged by the passage of time. Maybe it would be best if he forgot about Victoria, but he could not get her out of his mind.<br/><br/>As he ran, Elias just let his feet guide him through the morning fog, or so he thought. His mind was on Victoria, though he was trying to banish her from his thoughts. The harder he tried to think of something else the more she kept creeping to the front of his mind. Due to his ability to sense others and his thoughts always coming back to her that morning she had become a subconscious beacon in his mind. So without realizing it, or intending to do it, he ran towards that beacon. By just running without a planned route he was giving his subconscious mind free reign to choose his course. It was still early and the fog was thick so he did not expect there to be others out running. This lead him to be a bit careless and his frustrations had him paying as close attention to his surroundings as he should. As a result he did not realize he was heading straight for Victoria, and she straight for him until it was too late. Through the fog of both the world and his mind there she was suddenly about to collide with him and all he could do was mentally brace for impact and hope his reflexes would allow him to catch her in his arms to keep them both from falling.