The girl was fast and the worst part was that she knew it. Elijah could see the little black pigtails and chased after her as she weaved through the small mingling crowd of people who were clearly amused by the small child running around. It was embarrassing for him though. It didn’t matter how cute people thought she was there would always be one person who would criticise him for not being able to control his own child. Unfortunately, though, on the many occasions that this has happened – it ended badly for the idiot that opened his or her mouth. Usually it was a punch for the men and a bit of verbal if they were women because there was no way in hell he’d hit a woman.
Catching up with Fauve, Eli grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her up into his arms. She scowled at him and crossed her little arms in frustration. Elijah chuckled and kissed her cheek before looking around the room in search for Julia or any other familiar faces. The two he found first belonged to Miseria and Jamie. He wanted to relax for now and maybe later get up and play something. So, Elijah decided to make his way over with a no longer squirming Fauve who seemed happy with the new height who could see everything in Elijah’s arms. For once she was actually glad her daddy was so tall.
But before he had a chance to make it over to the girls he was bombarded by a familiar face and he dropped Fauve down quickly so she wasn’t squished by an over-excited Julia. The little girl wound her arms, as far as they could go, around Elijah’s leg and hid behind him, peeping out to look at the strange lady embracing her father. When the ‘nice lady’ spoke to Fauve, the little girl mumbled “Hi” and continued to hide herself behind Eli.
“I showed up.” Eli drawled, smirking. “Is that such a shock, Jules? I wouldn’t have not turned up. I’m sure you’ll need some entertainment later anyway,” he said, gesturing to his guitar on his back. “Well, I better move on. People to see and all that...” Scooping his daughter up again, Eli crossed the room and over to the girls who were patiently waiting for his arrival.
Pulling two chairs around the other side of the table, (OOC: I’m assuming there is a table) Elijah conjured a cushion and plopped Fauve down onto one of the chairs so she could see over the top of the table and he sat down in the one next to it. Jamie looked weary which was a shame, really. Although, being as pregnant as she was it was probably hard to enjoy the party. It would take a lot out of Fauve as long as she didn’t get her hands on any of that sodding cake. Flashing a smile at Miseria, Eli’s eyes grew slightly and he openly stared at her stomach which was considerably smaller since the last time he’d seen her. “What happened?” he spluttered, not really thinking of the obvious reason as to why there was no bump. “Did you explode?”
He felt someone glaring at him and looked down to see the little girl frowning in his general direction. “Don’t be rude.” She scolded, causing Eli to blush slightly. He put his hand on her head and ruffled her hair, messing the pigtails up. Fauve made a noise of protest and gripped the ends of the tails, desperate to keep them as perfect as possible. Eli chuckled and she huffed, pulling the little bumble-bee hair scrunchies out. She put them in her lap and clapped her hands, turning the colourful bands into a hair brush. Her little hands picked it up and she handed it to her father, giving him a silent message. Eli rolled his eyes and sat her on his lap before lazily pulling the brush through her hair.
“Sorry about my daddy,” Fauve said, shaking her head. “He’s very silly.” Eli snickered from behind her and began to thread his hands through her silky hair. It fell to her waist and when it rained the hair would curl into big ringlets. He loved it where as she hated it, preferring her straight hair. “I’m Fauve!” she said happily. Eli noticed she had a slight Bulgarian twang to the heavy French accent she had and he wondered idly how that was even possible. Turning the be brush back into a scrunchie and pulling her hair up in a pony-tail. Fauve leaned forward and the hair fell out of Eli’s grip as she eagerly whispered. “Papa isn’t very good at doing Daddy things. He burned my blouse with the iron!” She put a horrified look on her face and Eli tugged her back by the hair before throwing said hair up into a pony-tail.
“There!” he declared, putting her back in her own chair. “Now, stop telling these lovely ladies silly rumours about me. I did not burn your shirt. If you would care to remember rightly, you distracted me and the iron went through the blouse so it was your fault.” Eli poked his tongue out at her and she scowled at him.
“Nu-uh.” She countered, getting a quizzical look from her father in response. “I WIN!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement and turning Eli’s hair different colours as she did so.
Eli frowned, looking up at his hair as he did so. “Yes, my dear, you win.” Elijah turned his attention to Jamie and smiled widely at her. "How are you?" He asked, genuinely interested.