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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2018 22:22:25 GMT
"Ow!" he exclaimed as she hit his arm, his own hand moving up to rub the spot. Normally he'd complain but he knew full well what he was getting into by making that comment. Instead, he laughed at her seemingly fake outrage. He turned even redder when she called him out what he'd been doing. She was right and he'd basically admitted as such, but it was still embarrassing.
Her suggestion though had him shaking his hands in front of himself and responding emphatically.
"No! No, no no no, no." his head shook along with the words. "One time as a dog was more than enough thanks!"
He laughed nervously. There was a part of him deep down that truly believed that Artemis was the kind of woman who could find a way to get her hands on the species-changing ray if she really wanted. There was no reality in which he wanted to risk going through that again. His ears itched for weeks...
"Besides..." A pause, a scratching of his nose and a turned away face. He had to swallow to be about to get the rest of the words out. Considering what had been said this really shouldn't have felt as risky as it did, but it had to be said if they were going to figure out what the future would look like.
"Do you wanna be known as the girl dating a dog?"
He couldn't help but be silent now. He could barely look at her, eyes flicking to the corner of his vision and back. The way he'd phrased it was a little presumptuous, but at this point they'd both said things that they couldn't take back and the mood had lead him here.
He was hopeful, but there was still a part of him that expected her to have somehow reconsidered how she felt in the last two minutes. At the very least he expected some form of teasing before he got any kind of real answer. They were both the kind not to be forward about things like this. Albeit they had different ways or trying to defend themselves.
She was stern, cool and beautiful. He was a blathering, cowardly idiot.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 10:19:17 GMT
She watched, the smirk turning slightly more evil, as he nervously laughed trying to make sure that the dog situation would never happen again. Well at least she knew how to wind him up now. Bring up what had happened then. Shouldn’t be too hard now considering that they had just been casually talking about it.
Artemis’ smirk faded only slightly as she let out a sigh shaking her head and rolling her eyes listening as he then continued to speak. He had turned away now, a pause making her curious as to what he would say next.
“I thought people would be talking about me dating a walking lightning rod.”
Her response was quick, sarcastic and had left her lips before she could even think about the words. She smirked anyway, one of her eyebrows raising. The only indication of her being embarrassed saying it was the fact that her cheeks were red, but she was pretty sure that the entire time they had been talking about this stuff they had remained that colour.
She was silent as she tried to relax a bit. Everything that they had said, everything that she had said, well it was all out in the open between them now. She watched him, trying to gauge where this was going to go next. Was she going to have to kiss him again to confirm that yes, she wanted to date him? The thought had the heat flow into her cheeks again. Maybe she should just say it?
This is going to be a long night she thought to herself as her arms folded. It wasn’t a defensive or aggressive stance this time. She had a smile on her face as she thought. Her eyes were still focused on Virgil only occasionally glancing away before she returned to looking at him. She was just going to have to say it.
The silence probably felt like an age between the two, but it was only about a minute or so before finally Artemis spoke having got some hold over her own thoughts.
“I mean, if you want to?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 4:50:09 GMT
The breath caught in his throat as she responded with a quip. His eyes flicked to her just long enough to see her expression and the red tinge to her cheeks, but he couldn't manage to look at her for longer than that. What she said confirmed that she had in fact been thinking about this for a while now. Enough to worry about what the others would think.
He just, didn't know how to respond to that. What barely passed as a laugh escaped his lips and he nervously scratched the tip of his nose. The grin on his face and red hue of his cheeks refused to die down and a pulling at the collar of his shirt showed how much difficulty he was having with the heat.
With the slowly darkening sky and the cool breeze, it wasn't naturally warm on the rooftop.
He tried to speak a few times in order to get any one of the rapidly spawning thoughts out of his head, but every time his train of thought was derailed by the next in the torrent of possibilities. He kept glancing back at her as he could feel her gaze on him as if waiting for him to speak, but every time he looked at her she glanced away. He only hoped that meant she was at least half as nervous as him.
Then the question landed. Suddenly, Virgil was aware that he was sweating.
Play it cool Virgil... he had to tell himself as he tried to gather what composure remained in his nerve-wracked body. Stopping himself from immediately blurting out a response was successful. He would never have heard the end of it if he had sounded too eager. Next port of call was to keep his voice from cracking, so he cleared his throat with a cough. Next, eye contact. He looked directly at her.
Jesus Christ she was beautiful.
The roulette wheel of possible responses span round and round in his mind all in the space of a few seconds, then ultimately came up with an answer. The only experience he had with this sort of thing was how people dealt with this situation in movies. Snappy one-liners that make the hero seem cool and collected. Confidence made any girl swoon... Right?
"I think we'd be fools to deny this..." he paused, voice noticeably deeper as he faked a 'cool' tone. He then raised his right hand and caused a thin line of electricity to audibly pop between his fingers, creating a tiny burst of light.
"Spark." A pause. "Between us."
It had to be the most corny line, delivered in the most agonisingly dramatic way possible. Even the grin he threw her was this cheesy half-smile with one eyebrow raised suggestively like something straight out of a James Bond movie.
He held the pose for about three seconds, before alarm bells went off in his head.
OH MY GOD. THAT WAS SO LAME.
His face went scarlet, eyes wide with panic and he immediately descended into a torrent of completely unintelligible nonsense. Deciphering through the mess of apologies and half-baked explanations would've taken a master's degree in linguistics, but it was all too clear that he definitely thought he'd blown his chance.
Almost visible steam floated from his ears as he fell into complete meltdown; and it didn't look like he was going to stop any time soon.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 18:29:25 GMT
She cringed.
Her face scrunched up looking as though she was disgusted with the terrible pun that he had just come out with. She let out a groan and was shaking her head until she seen him panic. He started to apologise? She wasn’t sure if he was at the speed he was talking.
What he said was cheesy and the grin didn’t help at all, but as she watched him she began to worry. Did she overload him that much?
Judging by the reaction he was currently having due to saying a pun to her, clearly worried that he had blown his chance, Artemis moved forward and reached out with her right hand to take Virgil’s left, entwining her fingers with his saying, “Virgil,” calmly and trying to stop or even get him to pause in his ramblings to get him to look at her.
She gave a small squeeze to his hand before she continued, “You’re overloading and I’m pretty sure you’ll blow a fuse in a second,” she had a small smirk on her face as she watched him, “I’m not going anywhere, even if the pun was incredibly terrible,” she added softly her smirk and her facial expressions settling into a smile.
“We really should’ve talked about this a long time ago,” she added in a mutter glancing away for a second, her smile never fading.
But Virgil wouldn't get a chance to reply right away.
The first kiss she had given him, what felt like an age ago now, hadn’t exactly gone as planned. Not fully. Her intention at that time was to stop him apologising and that had gone spectacularly well.
This one however had a few more minutes of thought behind it. She leaned in, moving to kiss him. She was slightly slower so that he knew what was coming this time, hoping he wasn’t going to shy away. Hoping that even the idea of it wasn’t overloading him too much more than he was already.
Whatever happened after this she didn’t think about as she planted the kiss on his lips.
She pulled away after a few seconds, lingering briefly a few inches away from his face and looking back into his eyes for his reaction. Please don’t disappear again…..please she thought to herself, pretty sure her eyes betrayed her thoughts. If it didn’t the squeeze on his hand that she was holding definitely did.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 19:54:26 GMT
Hearing his name and feeling her fingers entwining with his made him stop immediately. Gulping loudly, his eyes searched hers for a reason behind her sudden proximity, still far too nervous to make sense of the situation at hand.
Her accurate, somewhat brutal, assessment of his recent actions didn't help the way he was feeling in the slightest. He visibly winced, his grip on her hand tightening with the rest of the muscles in his body at being scolded. The brief closing of his eyes made him miss her smile to begin with, until her muttering drew his attention.
Her glancing away made him want to search for her eyes, a sudden shyness he found incredibly cute on her by contrast. His longing for eye contact had already brought his face closer to hers, so when she turned and moved slowly toward him he still didn't have very long to think about what was happening. What if it didn't go well? What if he turned out to be the worst kisser of all time? What if this was the straw that broke the camel's back and she decided to break it off here?
Despite all the worries clouding his judgement, he didn't move away from her. Though at this point it was difficult to tell whether it was due to a willingness to be kissed or total paralysis from nerves. Overloaded by her actions he may have been, but this time they didn't impede forward progress.
Last time she kissed him it was momentary, sudden, unexpected. This time he had the conscious thought to feel the softness of her lips, the sweet taste lingering on his own. The tightly wound ball of nerves he was from moments before dissolved in the moment that their lips met. Suddenly all his worries really didn't matter.
She pulled away from him and they were left staring at each other mere inches apart. The squeeze of his hand, that faint uncertainty in her stunningly grey eyes. He realised then how hard she was trying. How much pain he must have been causing her with his half-hearted approach to the situation. He felt so incredibly stupid. Whatever part of him that thought he was covering his bases if it didn't go well was just getting in the way.
A deep sigh signalled the removal of tension from his body. The gentle squeeze of her hand clearly now a sign of reciprocation rather than nerves. He kept her eye contact, his free hand raising to tuck strands of blonde hair behind her ear and rest on her cheek. His smile was meek, cheeks red and he felt a burning need to apologise for how badly he'd been acting. But now wasn't the time for words.
The gloved hand on her cheek slowly sliding to the back of her neck, he gently pulled her back in so their lips met in what he hoped to be the first truly reciprocated and deepest kiss of their new relationship.
Tag: @artemis
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 21:11:31 GMT
He didn’t move. He didn’t leave and if the squeezing of her hand was anything to go by, he wasn’t going anywhere.
She kept eye contact with him, resisting the urge to speak as he pushed her hair back and rested a hand on her cheek. She was going to speak, she was really going to speak. She swore she was until she felt his hand slide around to her neck and then she was gently pulled back to him.
Her eyes closed as their lips met again.
Now it was her turn to melt. Her free hand rested on his chest as she tried to stabilise herself in the kiss. This. This was….To her it felt like the world around them had frozen and it was just them.
She didn’t want this moment to end, but she knew for now it would have to. She pulled away gently, the redness gone and a smile on her face. Her hand was still entwined with his and she hadn’t taken her other hand off his chest yet. It was a few seconds before she released and she let out a sigh dropping her hand to her side. Taking a breath in, she closed her eyes turning her head away briefly trying to stop the blush forming in her cheeks again.
“So...” she paused and gave a small laugh, “we should probably start figuring out how we got here and how to get back,” releasing his hand and heading back over to the bench where her quiver was.
It was only when she sat back down that the dull pain in her head where she had gotten hit came back. She’d deal with that later. She looked back up to Virgil raising her eyebrow, “so any thoughts, or am I going to have to take the initiative again?” her smile curling into a smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2018 9:26:39 GMT
The problem with Virgil being entirely inexperienced, was that he felt the moment was over far too quickly. Now that he had tasted it, he wanted more. But she was right, their little diversion from their problems couldn't last forever.
Though it didn't stop him searching her face and holding her hand until the grip was physically broken by the distance between them, reluctant to let go of their time together.
"Heh. Yeah." he said a little sadly, his laugh weak as he turned and looked out over the city.
Whatever distant planet he was on in that moment he was immediately snapped back from when she spoke again from the bench, his head flicking toward her and a deep red hue returning to his cheeks. A gloved hand, still warm from their touch, rose to his face and covered it as he groaned.
"You're going to hold that against me forever aren't you..." he lamented. It had been an offhand comment, but somehow the insinuation that they would be together forever mad his eyes widen, hidden under the hand, and made him turn his back on her to hide his embarrassment.
"It's getting a little late" he said, choking slightly, making an observation on the slowly disappearing sun. Now that they weren't focused on each other, it had really become apparent how much daylight they had lost.
"We should probably find a hotel or something."
He stopped.
It was an honest suggestion. A practical one that took into account how useless they'd be once the night came at finding any information. There were a million reasons why he would have said that. These were the excuses that filtered through his mind but none of them could stop the steam escaping from his ears.
"Tosleepin!Becauseit'slateandotherwisewe'llbetiredandwemightnotfindourwayback" he'd spun on his heel, face redder than ever with both hands shaking in front of him defensively as if he was expecting her to lunge at him. Speaking a mile a minute, half of what he was saying began to not make sense.
Clearly, as the barrage of nonsensical words continued, he hadn't gotten over his habit of overheating.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2018 20:53:54 GMT
She watched him in silence as he responded to her, the smirk not leaving until he mentioned about it getting late. She then looked up to the darkening sky and back over to him as he suggested a hotel or something similar. Her eyebrow raised and she had to choke back some laughter as he began to explain at speed as to why, “it’s fine Virgil, I get it,” she said calmly, having already figured that the hotel would’ve been for them to at least rest for a bit before they started to look into their situation more. She still needed to get some ice on her head as well.
“We better get some civvies,” Artemis began, as she turned to her left, stuffing her mask into her quiver. Standing she began to shed her bow, belts, gauntlets and eventually take out the elastic that held up her hair. Her hair cascaded down in a wave lying across her back reaching down just past her waist.
“I’ll go check the local shelters and charity shops to see if they have anything if you want to wait here? They should hopefully have something at least for the next few days,” she continued as she picked up the various items, most finding their way into the quiver except for her bow and the elastic for her hair which took up a place on her wrist.
Setting her gear on the bench, she turned back around and fixed her hair, looking at the ground for a moment as she pushed it out of her face and behind her ears, “I’ll work on the room situation, get some food as well, once I get out of these,” she finally added as she crossed the distance between them again, unable to resist teasing him as she walked past on her way to the fire escape, “hopefully by the time I come back you’ll have cooled down,” she said in a soft voice and flashing a smirk.
If Virgil had looked away and then back to where Artemis had been standing, she would be gone, disappearing off down the fire escape without even saying that she would see him in a bit. The light clattering of boots on metal as she made her way down was barely noticeable. However, he’d still know where she was.
For all of the gear she had just removed, the Shock Voxx was still with her.
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As she made her way through the busy streets of New York, Artemis was silent. A deadpan expression on her face of someone on a mission to get something done. Well she did have a …mission of sorts...
After a few tries she found some clothes for both of them, taking her chance to get changed in the shop before she left. Pulling on a small brown jacket over a plain cream top, matched with a pair of blue distressed looking pair of jeans, she was lucky to find something that resembled her usual attire. Her costume was stuffed into a small duffle bag before she shrugged on a backpack which had some clothes she managed to find for Virgil and then grabbed the handles of the duffle bag thanking those at the charity shop and then heading out into the streets again.
She found a cheap, slightly run down looking hotel which was cleaner on the inside than expected. The room was tiny but somehow fitted a double bed along with having a tiny bathroom that may as well have been a closet that had been converted.
Dropping off a bag filled with an assortment of newspapers, junkfood, sandwiches and drinks on the bed she took her leave.
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By the time she had returned, two hours would’ve past.
She hopped back up onto the roof from the fire escape no longer in her costume and smiled slightly looking over to the electrically charged hero, “sorry, took longer than expected,” she apologised as she took off the backpack.
She walked over and handed it to Virgil, “managed to get a few things, most are oversized though,” she said as she then moved to place her bow and quiver in the duffle bag she was carrying on her right shoulder.
“Found a place as well, it’s better than it looks,” Artemis would continue as she turned adjusting the duffle bag on her shoulder. She glanced over in Virgil’s direction and began to walk back over towards the fire escape, “258 West 97th Street, it’s about 3 or 4 blocks away, although I’m pretty sure you’ll find me a lot easier than going by the address,”she said looked over her shoulder, smiling as she began to take her leave again, “I’ll see you in a few.”
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Artemis stretched once she had made it back to the hotel room again. The window had been opened, the duffle bag and brown jacket she had been wearing having unceremoniously been dumped in the corner of the room on a chair. A glass of ice was sitting on the small dresser in front of her. She winced as her injury shot a wave of pain through her temple and she plopped herself on the bed cursing to herself. She had ignored it for long enough and gently pealed off the gauze and tape that had been kindly put on it earlier.
Kicking off her boots, she reached over grabbing the glass and poured the ice out into a towel that was sitting beside her before she bundled it up and placed it right on the bruise. She hissed out before she shuffled back, sitting cross legged letting the ice do it’s work.
She pulled out one of the newspapers from the bag to her left and some chocolate, and that’s how Virgil would find her when he arrived. Legs folded, her gaze focused on the newspaper, a mouth full of chocolate with her other hand holding onto the towel filled with ice.
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