harley westward

No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me

Sterling's words were nothing but a prodding murmur carried off by the crashing waves of the seashore, foaming white heads that dissipated as the ocean receded back from where it had come in what seemed like a constant push and pull. That was the only sound along with the gleeful shouts of people around them as she was hopelessly (sorta) along with equal parts comically pinned to the sandy floor. This was not where the woman wished to be stuck. At all. Wet upon sand sandwiched by a warlock and the sticky sand beneath her.... while not incredibly bulky of a man... he still had her in an awkward place squished like a pancake like yesterday's roadkill.. She questioned her choices for but a moment while her center was all but pinned to the floor. When you had someone's centre of gravity.. You had them. You just end up a graceless mass of flailing arms and legs. Well unless you planned to fight a little nasty or had a moment to hoist your body with legs and a hell of a lot of shimmying and all kinds of awkward maneuvers she'd rather not do right now. She wasn't above... any of them, but to what avail. She was already sopping wet at the beach.. Surely he would have to find his way off on his own accord... and yet Harley was not a creature who simply waited when she wanted something done. Especially as Sterling goaded that he quite like his newfound lounge. Her ass he did. This was all her boobs fault. They made things way too comfortable for him. Or perhaps he felt comfort simply in her suffering. Human Harley wouldn't have much of a chance in this position and yet she was hardly human anymore. They looked like animals tumbling into the sand as she flipped him back over... His front against the dusty sand... a perfect imprint of Harley's body and ass left behind her in her wake. Once perched upon him she ruffled his dark locks as though he never possessed the upperhand for even a breath.. She was simply.... Humouring him and she was met with little protest.. Little of anything... He seemed... lifeless... like he didn't care if this was suddenly his new home. Fucking Henry.. He really did a number on him. That fire she attempted to alright within him was only met with the weakest of grumbles.. With little use in reviving her companion back from the dead, she rolled off of him with a controlled movement, softly falling back into the sand at her back. Her clothes were ruined... saturated by saltwater and sand. Her hair... she didn't want to think of the state of the long raven tangle they were left in. A sigh escaped her lips as a soft lull descended them. She stretched her body out, her eyes to the vast sea, the pair sipping what was left of that awful sweet, cheap champagne that lingered upon the tongue long after you'd tasted it.

She watched the moving lightly grey tinged puffy clouds and their shapes for several moments slowly roll by. How long had it been where she simply allowed herself to soak in a moment like this? To just slow way down. her own thoughts and nature. It felt strange to simply exist, without complete vigilance. Life was prone to get stuffed in a gift basket straight from hell and spared no expense. The petite woman snorted at the sight of what looked like something almost scenic but it quickly seemed to morph into something other.. A gigantic phallic shape took to the sky. Harley almost pointed it out but it seemed to disappear and transform into other less amusing shapes right before her eyes. Strange how fluid clouds form and fell apart, taking on many shapes until they disappeared or became something far more tumultuous. People were very much like clouds.. She was certain.

Sterling's heavy lids had already fluttered closed to simply rest his heavy. She allowed him that opportunity before the pair seemed to speak of the kinds of things that weighed down an already burdened soul. Conversations she typically avoided. But there was something about being here... sitting in the sand, watching the ocean... far away from her troubles that could make someone like her almost vulnerable. The pair began to speak, her vibrant purple eyes glinted within something obscure.

He'd shifted then to better eye her, that topic relatable to him and his current situation. Harley now sat, resting her elbows upon her knees, leaning slightly forward, her palm cradling her chin in consideration. "Running did little for me either. Besides... if you keep looking away you miss what the hell is supposed to happen next.. I'll be damned if I miss the good parts." She added, free of that sarcasm for a moment as she appeared to think of something far more cumbersome than anything she alluded to. If one didn't face their problems, nose to nose, toe to toe, eye to eye.. You became a creature with shackles that didn't belong to you. You gave your monsters power and she refused to give any more than she'd already had stripped away from her. It was thoughts like this.. That made her restless. She'd allowed herself to dwell longer than she had before.

Enough time.. Pondering life and its many many ways it could fuck you and not even in an enjoyable way either. A determined push off the ground and use of those core muscles saw to change her position... shifting to rest her knees, her butt resting on her calves. A new perspective. Exactly what she needed.. She'd brushed or rather attempted to brush the rogue strands of sand off her body, brushing those granules like those very thoughts. An exaggerated stretch and yawn escaped her mouth. Her clothes had dried at least dry.. There was still one matter to attend to that stupid case. It mocked them even though it just remained there unmoving... and she gave it a glare back like it wasn't an inanimate object. Harley spread out and grasped the handle of the case, drawing it toward her, allowing it to drag and leave behind a trail in the sand, her stomach reminding her that it demanded to be satisfied.

Even after that rest Sterling's morose attitude hardly changed, his words as dismal as the clouds overhead were beginning to look. Fair food he called it. She had enough of this little pity party even though he could choose to wallow in it, Harley refused to allow it to dictate what they could and could not do. "You give up too easily. Tell me what you want.. I'll figure it out. Remember.. You're a badass warlock who can sprout fire from his fingertips.. There isn't a damn thing you can't do.. Well.. if you could wave your magic wand and clean me a bit.. That would be very much appreciated...." She idly poked his unmoving form as if.. To prod him... if he had any tricks up his sleeves... now was the time to use them. An unlikely request. Well.. maybe.... She'd have better luck with the case. Until it felt like some cosmic joke was played upon her when she finally revealed what was inside. Right, you guessed it.. Another box. A box in a box. How original. Sterling stated the obvious that prompted the raven haired woman to thoroughly roll her eyes. Funny how this whole thing started with a need for a box and now they had one useless smallish indescript black box. She leaned forward, pushing that case aside, flipping that smaller box over and over in her hand.. There was something inside of it. It thudded as she jostled it. It was about the size of a jewelry box.

She idly moved to open it up with no badass soundtrack that should have been.... Only to reveal a useless fucking USB and a bunch of paper that looked... like some kind of foreign currency, some rocks, and a pair of sunglasses. She hardly knew.. She took a piece of that paper and peered at it with nothing short of suspicion, it was probably nothing... It was nothing they could do anything with now, besides the shades. Like most mysteries in the real world, this one turned up anticlimactic... unless that currency made her a millionaire and that USB had some spicy footage that led her down some rabbit hole. So much for a little slice of immediate gratification. She showed Sterling their unimpressive spoils. "I shouldn't buy that lottery ticket huh.. I bet ten bucks its a weird sex tape.. Used for blackmailing some politician or ceo or some shit." Ah there was that iconic sarcasm that could never die rushing to the surface.

Regardless, she tossed everything in that oversized bag she'd brought.... Besides... Food seemed to be a more pressing matter. She tossed the case she'd found into the garbage. Her clothes had dried but they felt awkwardly stiff from the saltwater drying. What a bitch. Her hair at least dried in waves like she was a glorified beach babe.. But the sand.... There was no way she could get rid of every last morsel that attached itself to her. The restaurant must have loved the trail she had made in their clean establishment, Harley gave no heed to the looks she had received either. It took little time to obtain the food of her companion's choice, take-out, of course. They found a picnic bench so they could devour that hearty meal. Not a bad choice she'd said so much as she devoured her meal. She was unsure how much time had passed but the sun began to recede casting a gorgeous sunset glow, as the beach became less populated. Whoever left and missed that view was... really missing out. It was one of those mental pictures she threw into the vault of her mind...

"I can't look food in the eye again.." She groaned, patting her full stomach. She ate like she had never seen food before like she was starved of sustenance for half her life. She soon ran her fingers through her untamed raven locks, as wild as the sea itself. The pair decided to go for a final stroll down that well-lit boardwalk. They were no more than a few minutes into that walk before Mr. Tall dark and handsome came into view, standing with a tiny dog on a leash. He looked muscular, his exposed arms confirming that he.... Hit the gym..... A lot. He was sipping on a milkshake... all beach boy charm. If this boy was a day of the week.. He'd be all Saturday.. Flirty and fun and exactly what Sterling ordered. He was exactly what the dismal Sterling seemed to need.

Harley hadn't noticed if Sterling noticed the hunk who was obviously staring. Harley suddenly stopped in her tracks to look deep into Sterling's striking blue gaze. "Sterling.. There are times in life... you have to just listen to me. This is one of them. 2 o'clock. He's giving you hardcore picturing you naked eyes right now. Go on, say hi. Don't make me do it for you...because you probably will find it as enjoyable as... your mom cleaning your face in public." How her lips seemed to curl into that mischievous grin. "You don't have to bang him... you know.. Just two, maybe three people having a conversation... and the third.... If you covertly wink at me.. Can maybe... find something else to do for a little while.. Just saying..."