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Anteros » Thomas H. Blaine ([info]_anteros) wrote in [info]greek_swim,
@ 2009-12-05 21:39:00


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Entry tags:anteros, artemis, complete

Artemis/Nox and Anteros/Thomas
Who: Artemis/Nox and Anteros/Thomas
What: A get-together, involving DVD-watching, pizza-eating, and conversing
Where: Anteros' place
When: Late evening hours
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

The pizza had just arrived. Alright, so he had mentioned popcorn, but the pizza had just been completely necessary -- meat lover's always did hit the spot at a particular hour of the evening. He lay the two boxes on his table, taking them out of the bag in which they'd been delivered, and put the hot buffalo wings box out next to them. He grabbed some paper plates, and plenty of napkins, placing them down not too far away. On the coffee table, in the family room, his collection of Star Wars DVDs had been lain out, the Xbox 360 that doubled as his DVD player on, TV tuned to it and ready to go. The journal had been put nearby. Anteros glanced at the clock.

Damn, the food smelled good...

He sincerely hoped she'd be arriving soon -- and no, it wasn't just so he could gorge himself on the food, much as he tried to convince himself of that. She was pleasant company, a great conversationalist, one of the few he considered down-to-earth and not caught up in the grandeur of it all -- when there had been grandeur, that is. He suspected some had been humbled by their experiences, though he doubted the same was true of others. There were just some who could never be humbled; everything he had seen throughout the centuries had taught him that. It was most unfortunate, really, the thought that there were people out there who might not learn from their mistakes. What was the point of mistakes, then? But his mind digressed; he'd gotten caught up in another chain of thoughts.

He'd missed her, which, as things went for Anteros, was quite a departure from what he was used to. Missed his twin, yes, missed his mother, that, too, but someone not too closely related to him? It was difficult for him to wrap his head around. And then, that conversation with Hermes. It had left him thinking, had left him pondering, applying things, looking at himself. That never happened. Never, ever. Perhaps this was related humbling? Yes, that had to be it.

He pulled out a frosty mug from his fridge, and poured himself a glass of Vanilla Coke.


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[info]_artemis
2009-12-06 04:43 am UTC (link)
Artemis grabbed a cab from Kolonaki to Anteros place in Plaka, noting that she could have walked their quicker from her old place then it took to take a cab over. Her legs bounced as she was driven towards her destination, most of her thoughts had settled but a few came to the surface because of her destination.

The huntress had always liked Anteros, she found him easy to talk to and he had a cool logic about him that so few had it seemed. He was also the only one who seemed as disenchanted with court life as herself, and she had always found that refreshing. And that was something she was looking for now, Anteros smooth and cool logic to ease her troubled thoughts.

The cab stopped and she paid the cabbie stepping out into the cool night air crossing the short distance to the door where she knocked a few times and waited patiently.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-06 05:09 am UTC (link)
Oh, great! She was there! Anteros headed toward the door, sipping on his Coke -- mmm, Vanilla was good. He wasn't typically much one for company, was not a people person, by any stretch of the imagination, but this was Artemis. The huntress was different. He liked to think they both viewed certain things similarly, didn't have a particularly capricious disposition toward the world itself and life in general, and he found that quiet agreeable about her.

He glanced through the peep-whole, a habit, before yanking the door open, grinning.

"Hey! Come on in -- how've you been?" he asked, as he gestured for her to come inside. His voice was deep, clearly cheerful to see her, but with its typical serious undertone, which was to be expected. "I got pizza -- hope meat lover's is ok," he said. Because veggie pizza had been completely out of the question. He did not climb to the top of the food chain to eat carrots, thank you very much. Besides, she'd been eager to have steak last time.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-06 05:29 am UTC (link)
Artemis smiled stepping into the warm interior of the apartment, relieving herself of her light coat. “Hello.” She repeated back cheerily “I’ve been,” she paused, thinking of the right word “contemplative.” She finally decided on with a small smile and the smell of the food filled her nose. Suddenly she never felt more hungry in her entire life. She made her way towards the pizza. “How have you been?”

There was an ease with being with Anteros, not the same way their was with her brother, but it was there and the feeling hugged her softly and she liked the feeling. At the comment of the meat pizza she smirked “Come on, meat is always welcome. After all Veggies don’t give a huntress much sport.” She joked lifting a piece of pizza and into her mouth, the cheese only burning her mouth slightly “Oh Goddess,” she mumbled through a full mouth “that is divine” she boasted.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-06 05:41 am UTC (link)
"I've been pretty good. Can't complain," he said. Contemplative. That was an interesting choice. But what had she been contemplating? Anteros made a mental note to probe later.

He locked the door, taking her coat and hanging it on the seldom-used coat rack. Her hug was a little surprising, not from her, but just because Anteros was not normally a touchy-feely sort of person. That is, he rather avoided contact, outside of handshakes, whenever possible, and usually stiffened if someone was too -- touchy. But there was no awkwardness in this instant. No, he eased into it, found it rather pleasant, in fact, and had to stop those thoughts right there. That wouldn't do at all.

"I figured as much. Glad you like. Can I get you something to drink? Vanilla Coke? Mountain Dew? Sunkist? Ginger Ale?" Alright, he was pretty well stocked. And that wasn't even counting his stores of energy drinks. His cereal stock was even more frightening, like something out of Seinfeld. He grabbed a frosty mug from the freezer, and pulled the fridge open, for her to get a glance at what he had.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-06 09:49 pm UTC (link)
Artemis was not someone who ran around hugging everyone, she rarely even touched boys besides her brother. After the who thing with Orion… well Artemis never really let herself get close to men after that. She could not deal with that again. The hugging was something Nox had taught her, and she was glad about that because there was no better feeling then welcoming an old friend home in her arms.

She eyes the contents of his fridge, her eyebrows arching slightly as she took in the contents. But she finished chewing before speaking this time. “Wow, I feel right at home.” Because truth was Artemis loved the caffeine and she was pretty well addicted to it. After all if she was working a case there was never a lot of sleep “I’ll take a Monster Java.” She said taking another bit of the pizza.

Noticing the DVD’s sitting out she smiled “have you picked which one we are watching?” she inquired in a most lady like fashion she could muster while still chewing “My vote goes for Episode 2. Best bad acting ever.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-06 10:29 pm UTC (link)
Anteros would rather not think of Orion, thank you very much, especially with how much he had enjoyed that little bit of human contact. He grabbed a Monster Java and brought it, along with a mug (just in case), over to Artemis.

"Caffeine addict, too? Nice," he said, grinning at her. He looked at the DVDs spread across the table, as he grabbed his own slice of pizza, chewing thoughtfully for a moment.

"I was going to go for a marathon, starting at either I or IV, but Episode II sounds like a good place to start," he said. "Besides, Episode I featured way too much of Jar Jar Binks," he said, cringing. He grabbed the Episode II DVD and put it in the Xbox. He gestured around the room.

"Please, make yourself at home," he said. "Chez Anteros is a small, but overall pleasant place, I like to think," he mused, as he grabbed another two slices, and plopped down on the couch, sipping his Vanilla Coke. He navigated through the screens with the controller. "So what've you been contemplating, Miss Contemplative?" he inquired, taking another sip as he got the movie to start, though first, of course, it had to go through all those Lucas Arts and THX nonsense and whatnot.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-08 10:44 pm UTC (link)
“Thanks.” Artemis smiled and settled into the couch chewing on her pizza thoughtfully for a moment and washing it down with the delicious java mixture before answering. “After new years my leave is up.” She said almost flatly not giving away that it was something that had been bothering her a great deal. In truth she loved Nox’s work, and even now her finger itched for the hunt and her companions. Although they where mostly men. “And I have to decide to stay here or return home.” She said with half a sigh realizing that she still thought of New York as home even though she never was there even when she was ‘home’.

The blond fingered the tab on her can for a moment “I mean, I guess I know I can’t return to the BAU, that my place is here.” She looked at Anteors with a small smirk “but I’ve never been good at just sitting around and accepting fate.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-09 01:42 am UTC (link)
"Ah, but what is home, hm?" he asked. He smirked, putting on his best possible Han Solo imitation. "Kid, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me believe there's one all-powerful Force controlling everything. There's no mystical energy field controls my destiny!" he said. "Seriously, though, look at those who have tried to think like that," and he needn't have counted them off on his fingers -- their stories had been told and retold through the years, still lived in the works of Sophocles and Euripides, Aeschylus and Aristophanes. "It's natural, yes, to want to be in control, but even we are subject to the whims of the Apportioners three," he said, almost stoically.

He continued to sip, thoughtful and silent for a moment as the cyan letters appeared on the black screen. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....

"Is a transfer possible? Maybe you could get another government job?" In truth, Anteros didn't deal too extensively with the government, or, rather, preferred to give it a wide berth and be paid the same respect, especially when it came to his work. Some local authorities did not take too kindly to people in his line, thinking them something akin to vigilantes -- he liked to think it had something to do with his enviable skills, but that was just him being funny.

But back to the matter at hand. Everything happened for a reason; they were there for a reason, and she had to come to grips with the decision she had to make for a reason. That, of course, didn't mean that he wasn't there to listen if she wanted to talk about it. In fact, he rather liked to listen to her speak, found her voice... well, pleasant to listen to. He read the yellow text that crawled across the screen, trying not to think too far into that.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-09 03:22 am UTC (link)
Artemis set her silver blue eyes on the god on the couch next to her. Artemis was not one to give freely to the fates, the way the huntress say it was that the hags could pull her choices from her cold dead fingers. Perhaps it was because she respected the goddess of the dark moon greatly, but really Artemis just did not see the point of being presented with a crossroad if no matter what path you took you would end up in the same location. But the huntress also knew that discounting the fates power was the quickest way to get them to smack you in the face.

The huntress sighed “I have to give it up; there is no way I can keep at if even if I could transfer, that kind of work kept me traveling constantly. I can’t do that now.” She turned her eyes to the TV for a second to regain her composer. “It just sucks.” She allowed after a moment. Pulling her legs up under her on the couch. “So, what am I supposed to do? Just sit around on my hands? Look after my brothers house? I don’t think so.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-09 07:54 am UTC (link)
And it was precisely that brevity with which the Fates responded to being discounted that led Anteros to speak as he did. After all, he had a difficult enough time as it was watching the mess around him, and working to clean it up as best as he could -- he neither wanted nor needed troubles added to that.

He frowned, the scenes he'd seen a thousand times playing before his eyes. Assassination attempt, scene with Palpatine...

"It's a decision you have to make," he said, "and sometimes decisions suck." He got up and opened the pizza box, grabbing another slice, thinking. "'Nother slice?" he offered.

"You have to do you, what you think is right for you," he said, chewing. "Thought of Interpol?" he suggested, trying to be helpful. "I'd suggest local law enforcement, but I'm not sure what sort of language requirements there might be. Could always do bounty hunting," he added, taking another boy-sized bite. Omnomnom. Pizza was good.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-09 08:59 am UTC (link)
Artemis accepted the piece of pizza, smirking to herself at the thought that Anakin looked just like Anteros, and just as sulky she might add. Come to think of it Padme looked an afoul lot like Seph….

“I know,” she almost mumbled looking up at him just slightly “I have thought of them, I don’t know. I still have a lot of thinking to do.” She added with another sigh before an ironic smile spread over her pale lips. “It’s funny. This whole ‘mortality’ thing it was almost just like my life before. Like some huge cosmic joke. My parents named me Nox Roscoe Chase. Do you know what that translates to? Night, From the Deer Forest, Hunter. Its kind of ridicules, if you think about it. Winning an Olympic medal for archery? Joining a sorority in collage? Even joining the BAU, who are just monster hunters.” She laughed despite herself. “Even my only boyfriend, his name was August Hunter, Great Hunter, he died.” She paused before adding “No, I didn’t kill him. Aortic aneurysm.”

She paused looking at him “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m going on about any of this. It doesn’t really matter.” She looked at him, his soft and beautiful features, just the over all feeling she got when she was around him. She liked being around him. A lot. “I just know I can trust you. And sometimes it just helps to talk even when it doesn’t matter. and trust me I know it doesn't matter, its just been all swimming in my head and i had to let it out.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-09 09:35 am UTC (link)
Anteros liked to think he at least didn't look like he was going to cry half as often as Anakin did in the movie -- the brooding, sour, borderline-angry expressions, however, were, admittedly, right up his alley. Come to think of it, Artemis reminded him of someone... that internist from House! Only as a blonde, of course, but still. It was kind of uncanny.

He watched her speak, nodded, trying not to think on how that smile so perfectly graced her features, how her blond hair glistened in the lighting of the television -- what scene was that? Oh, catching that bounty hunter. Perfect lighting for Artemis' hair. Come to think of it, though, he couldn't think of lighting under which it wouldn't be lovely to look at her hair, or her smile, or those silvery blue eyes.

And, somehow, he managed to absorb every word she said. If he thought on it, he'd have to wager that it had something to do with her voice, that pleasant voice, that could have mesmerized anyone under the moonlight.Not that he would ever have said such a thing out loud. She did get him thinking, though...

"What are friends for?" he asked, just bringing the pizza box over to the couch, propping it open on the coffee table. And that wasn't a word that Anteros used lightly -- anyone who knew him would be able to deduce that much. It was a word that was sparingly, if ever, voiced, almost misplaced in his vocabulary. He took another bite of pizza.

He tried, very, very hard not to think of how, it seemed, everyone she came near met an unfortunate end. He decided not to inquire further into the matter. For now, a mental 'stay away order' would suffice.

"Our lives, it seems, are full of little coincidences. Thomas is ultimately derived from the Aramaic word for, twin, interestingly enough. I'm still trying to figure out the last name," he said, with a frown. "Got a military dad, a knack for advising others on relationships, and a generally sour and brooding disposition. Oh, and by the way, I'm not an Olympic medalist or anything, but yeah, archery, good stuff. Dad wanted me to play football, or baseball, but I was always off shooting things in the backyard -- we lived on a few acres. I'm also pretty sure mom was banging the gardener and the mailman, among others," he added, with a wicked little chuckle. Not that he necessarily approved of his real mother's shenanigans, but hey, some things would just never change. "So we've all got coincidences," he said.

"You know you can trust me. Go on and on as long as you need to; I'm here to listen, and I always will be, if you need," he said, sincerity evident in his words.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-09 10:02 am UTC (link)
Artemis smiled, in truth not as rare a sight now a days as it once had been, But perhaps to someone who had known her as long as Anteros had it might still seem odd; Pleasant, yes, but still odd. In truth Artemis would have admitted she liked being around Anteros and his cool logic, his so unlike her brother in every way, yet found herself at ease with him. She liked his nose, the curve of it sitting just right… she stopped that thought right there! After all nothing good ever came out of those kinds of thoughts!

“It’s Irish.” She said with a smirk “For yellow. Unless you prefer to go with it as an English name then it’s more along the lines of ‘source of a river’.” Artemis felt the heat rising in her face before adding “I work for the BAU, you can’t blame me for checking you out. I checked everyone out I could, it’s almost a compulsion at this point.” She shook her head “I guess something will never change. So we might as well hold onto the changes we can make.”

Her last words bringing another thought that had been swimming around her head, one that would have made her blush just a bit more if she did not have the TV to distract her. It was also a though she could not very well discuss with him! He muddled up her thought on the whole matter way to much for to even think about talking about it with him again.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-10 07:39 pm UTC (link)
That smile... He took another bite of pizza, trying not to think too much on it, focusing instead on the taste, that pleasant mix of cheese and tomato sauce, ham and pepperoni, sausage and bacon, the perfect texture of the pizza crust. Pleasant. Like her smile. He drank his soda, glad alcohol was not present -- it might have gotten him talking.

"Mmm, river. Erm, Aphrodite came from the foam? I don't know. That was technically an ocean, though," he said. Or was it the Mediterranean? "Or a sea. Definitely not a river. I suppose it's a plausible water tie-in," he said, shrugging. His memory was still a bit fuzzy, in all honesty. He raised a brow at her. In truth, her contemplation, consideration, exploration of all the facts was unsurprising, but the gesture was nearly habitual for him.

He took another bite, chewing, thoughtfully, considering her words for a moment before speaking.

"It certainly brings up possibilities," he said. "And you know things are going to have to change. There's no going back. Even if we return to immortality. Everything has changed," he said. And it wasn't that everything had changed, but everything had been affected by the series of events that had brought them there. The ripples had yet to settle, in fact, he would wager.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-11 12:39 am UTC (link)
Artemis relived the pizza box of another slice and she could not help but feel thankful that the box sat between them. Like a pizza wall it kept them separated, because without it there would be nothing there and that might lead to casual touching. And the huntress was not sure how she felt about that. It wasn’t that Artemis didn’t want to touch Anteros, it was quite the opposite that had her thankful for the forced separation.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she chided playfully “I just wanted to know , needed to know really.” She smiled into her pizza turning her eyes back to the movie.

“Well, I for one welcome the change; things need to be shaken up a bit. Have needed it for a while.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-11 01:48 am UTC (link)
"Of course you wanted to know -- it's only natural," he said, "curiosity, that is."

He focused on Star Wars, quiet for a moment as he digested her last statement, trying not to read into it too much, or, rather, trying not to read it where his mind was taking him.

Damn it. He was never like this. Stupid mortals with their stupid issues with self control and their one-track minds. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Oh?" he inquired, his brows going up just slightly, chewing on his slice. He leaned back on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Yes, thank the Fates for that pizza box. He couldn't imagine what he'd have done with himself if, Styx forbid, he'd been able to smell her perfume, or there had been any actual physical contact.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-11 10:13 pm UTC (link)
As if she wore perfume! Most days the general public was lucky that the huntress remembered the values of deodorant, and she never wore any with a sent to it thank you very much. The huntress didn’t believe in covering up ones natural musk with frills and flowers, you smelt the way you did for a reason and you should not cover that up. Nature knows what is best. And Anteros smelled so very good.

She slanted her silver eyes towards him “Well I did not chose my side in the war because of some misplace unwavering faith in Zeus. Perhaps had it been anyone else to rise up besides your father I would have followed suit; my choice was for what I saw as the lesser of two evils. But that doesn’t change the fact that things needed to be different under his rule, and had we won I think I might have been able to do something about it. But we didn’t and Rhea made the biggest change for us all.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-13 05:48 am UTC (link)
Anteros thought she smelled good. Alright, to be fair, that was quite the understatement. They should totally bottle that up and make it perfume, if it wasn't perfume that she had on. He tried to focus on the pizza-scent.

"There you go," he said. "Zeus just exasperates me. I mean, look at the messes he causes," he added, darkly. The fact was, Anteros looked on Zeus' capriciousness and the frivolity of his attitude toward love with contempt. It was, quite frankly, not a good example to set. Not that his father was the shining example of everything that was right in the world, or anything against Apollo, but Anteros had had enough of Zeusy's madness, thank you very much. Perhaps that was why he hadn't done anything, hadn't bothered to tell anyone when he'd started to see hints of what was happening with Rhea, hadn't said a word when he'd seen the pieces of her plan coming together, hadn't told a soul when he realized she was letting people out of Tartarus. But Anteros was very observant, sat back and watched what was going on, gathering information, making his deductions, reaching his conclusions -- and he was very damned good at it, too.

"I think we should all take it as a lesson," he remarked, "stop, reflect on what should change, and go from there." He paused. "What would you change?" he asked

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-13 11:51 pm UTC (link)
[totally stealing your icon! OMG!]

And that would be why Artemis never wore the stuff, nature sent out its own messages of weather a person was attractive or not, with pheromones and the like, and she had no cause to cover that up. Nature knew what was going on really. And she knew that the fact that the boys sitting next to her smelling so good was not a good thing. When she started to like people it never ended well, ever. The huntress history with love was only tragic: Orion, Kalliso, Atalanta and now August. No she should not allow herself to feel such things, if only for her sanity.

“See that’s not fair,” she chided “invite me over for a movie an a good time and then make me think about serious things when I’m not 100% sure that we will ever become immortal again, and that we lost our chance to set things right and this is our punishment. To live out the rest of our existence as mortals.” The huntress sighed wiping off her hands on a napkin

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-14 05:34 am UTC (link)
And Anteros was quite well aware of said history. No, he didn't want to come to a messy end, thank you very much. Not that that, of course, stopped him from pondering the possibilities, much as he would have liked for it to be that simple -- but then, things were never simple, so could he have expected otherwise? Not rationally...

He looked at her, brows knitting together, chewing on another bite of pizza. He tried not to look at her hands, tried not to imagine what they might feel like in his own, what her skin might feel like under his hands

"Well, I'm not sure, either. I mean, in truth, it's all just idle speculation. Maybe we are just being punished. So, what happens when we die? I mean, if we're supposed to be mortals, do we just come back? Are we born again? Do we have to start all over, finding everything out again? And would we remember having gone through it all before? What if this isn't the first time this has happened?" he stopped. "Alright, I'm throwing in the towel; I'm making my own head hurt," he said, taking another bite of pizza, and washing it down with soda.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-14 08:26 am UTC (link)
Artemis smiled “Yes, better no to think about it, we will only drive ourselves crazy, best to just watch the movie.” She said with a small laugh turning her attention back to the TV wishing she hadn’t just at that moment. The fireplace scene had always made her laugh before but now, now the words struck a little to close to her heart. ‘If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, it will take us to a place we cannot go, regardless of the way we feel about each other.’ she lost her hunger, she place her half eaten slice back in the box slowly.

“It’s… it’s late” she forced herself to say not meeting his gaze “I shouldn’t impose my night owl habits on you…”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-16 12:58 am UTC (link)
"True, that," Anteros said, making a face at the television. Epically bad dialogue, Mr. Lucas -- epically bad. The tension in Empire Strikes Back had been much more riveting. And yet, he couldn't help but wonder...

Her words made his brows knit together.

"Oh--ok. I mean, if you're sure. I was going to be up anyway. I mean, I was kind of planning to watch at least another movie, maybe go through the entire original trilogy on top of that," he added. "So don't feel like you have to go. I mean, if you're tired, I understand, but please don't feel like you're imposing -- you're never imposing -- you could never be imposing," he rambled. He stopped speaking, realizing that he was on a rambling rant. Smooth move, Anteros. He kicked himself, mentally.

"Sorry. Er, too much pizza -- caffeine -- Star Wars -- got a little carried away," he added.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-16 06:03 am UTC (link)
Proof positive that geeks with all the money should use that money to pay someone to write. All the special effects in the world could not have save the prequel trilogy, and they had tried, there was just no substations for bad writing.

“Oh,” she almost stammered “ok, well, if your sure, I never really sleep at night so I tend to forget that other people do.” She cut a small sidewise glace at him before looking back down again ’What are you doing?’ she screamed in her mind ’You can not, no, you WILL not do this again!’ she looked back up at him fully “As long as you are sure.” She insisted.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-20 07:00 am UTC (link)
A true sentiment -- though the movies were not without their merits. The original trilogy just happened to far exceed those, Anteros thought, in his own geeky opinion. If he had to pick a favorite of the prequels, it would have been Revenge of the Sith, for more reasons than he cared to list -- James Earl Jones providing vocals was at least in the top ten.

"Ball's in your court," he said, simply. But really, sleep? It seemed an almost foreign notion. In truth, part of the reason Anteros took part in recreational activities of at times questionable legality was because of their sometimes calming effects -- he was not really much of a sleeper, really. He chuckled, perhaps a bit darkly, pointing to the faint circles beneath his eyes.

"Not necessarily," he added.

He, too, glanced at her, though his blue eyes moved to the screen quickly, instead of down. It took every ounce of self control he possessed not to make a pass at her, and Anteros was typically a rather restrained sort of person. He'd always been more of a brooder, more of a thinker, an observer, at times so disgusted with the way people corrupted the pure and majestic thing that love was supposed to be, that he himself bordered on an almost asexual apathy.

But she was clouding his judgment -- this proximity was, perhaps, unwise. He tried to push aside thoughts of her 'track record' on matters relating to her relations with others. It was a pity, too.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-20 10:03 am UTC (link)
“All right then.” Artemis spoke slowly and methodically settling herself back into the couch. Her eyes trained on the tv’s screen, though the huntress thoughts where far, far away from the sci-fi film. Things she should not have thought about, things best left buried and hidden. But the huntress was never good at leaving such things be, her other senses reaching out for him, biting at her consciousness. His smell deep and musky, something woody and dark calling her back to her woods, the sound of his soft breath entering and leaving his body, the fabric of his clothing with each little moment. All of it calling to her like a sires song, calling her to make a fatal mistake. To give up something she was not sure he even had left to give.

But to leave well enough alone, well she could not do that. She could not play games. She would not play games. The words left her mouth before she had a chance to think fully on her words meaning “What is this Anteros?” she asked softly, her silver eyes moving slowly from the TV to the man sitting next to her. she knew her words could mean a lot of things, but she knew he would know her true question. And hopefully, he would have an anwser.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 02:00 am UTC (link)
Damn it. IT'S A TRAP! Anteros had been taking a bite from a piece of pizza as she asked that question, and he was glad of it, too. He took the opportunity to shove the entire piece into his mouth as he considered the question, and, perhaps most importantly, how to answer it. He mumbled something indistinct, looking at her, placing his hand over his mouth as he did so, and it was several seconds before he washed the whole thing down with the remainder of the vanilla coke, just opening the bottle and drinking from it.

"A very broad question," he said, raising a brow. One of the corners of his lips twitched sideways as his blue eyes stared at her with no small degree of intensity, narrowed just slightly, clearly thinking, though his thoughts were anything but clear. "The easy answer is something along the lines of human pheromones -- androstadienone, estratetraenol, stuff like that," he said, managing a slight chuckle that was almost -- just almost -- nervous, an uncharacteristic tone from him. "But you and I know there's more to it than that." He sighed, his eyes returning to the television, before he looked at her again. He could smell her from there, could smell that distinctly wild scent about her. She smelled like trees in the rain. Something almost feral came over him then, as he watched her.

"It is unfortunate, this mortal state," he said, sighing. A small smirk made its way to his lips and he scooted closer. "Because, Had we but world enough, and time," he began, his arm resting against the back of the sofa, something he couldn't quite explain coming over him; logic be damned. "This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way, To walk, and pass our long love's day;" he moved to reach up and touch her, but stopped himself, his hand staying in the air, as he pulled it back, reluctantly thinking the better of it. "Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would--" he paused, before continuing, a half-hesitation, purposeful and pondering. "Love you ten years before the Flood;" he studied her features intently, a smile almost making its way to his lips before it faded, an almost melancholic, wistful look about him as his tone turned to near disappointment. "And you should, if you please, refuse, Till the conversion of the Jews." Another purposeful pause -- his fingers strummed across the back of the sofa. "My vegetable love should grow, Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;" he reached up and tucked back some of her blond hair, unable to keep from contact any longer, wanting to feel her skin, her hair, something of her. Her locks glimmered in the lighting from the television, and he gazed on her, almost mesmerized. "Two hundred to adore each breast," then he retracted his fingers from her hair, slowly at first, and then more quickly, almost hastily. "But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part." He scooted closer to her, his voice becoming softer. "And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate."

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 02:56 am UTC (link)
Artemis couldn’t move, she couldn’t breath, she felt as if she was trapped, the walls closing in on her. She had not suspected this no, well she had suspected the first part ’ human pheromones -- androstadienone, estratetraenol, stuff like that’ she had been looking for a logical answer. Something she could quantify, and place in a box in the back of her mind. No, not this, she didn’t think she could deal with this.

And yet, even though she was not able to intake breath she was also not able to look away to not be drawn in by his words. The soft touch on her hair jolted breath back into her chest causing her to gasp, but she did not pull away. She couldn’t. His face glowed in the reflection of the TV casting his features into an eerie blue motif. She wanted so badly to touch his skin, to let his flesh breath warmth into her cold hands. But she did not move, her hands stay firmly placed where they where, but as his soft words came to an end silver eyes found his. She was not sure what she was hunting for, or even if she wanted to find it. “Anteors,” her voice was husky and deep, but somehow also akin to the rustle of leaves above the canopy of the forest on a windy night. “Those are just words,” She chided “A poets words at that, meant to entrap and ensnare young girls to a mans desire.” Artemis had seen it happen many times, to so many of her girls. If that was not enough, if only because of her brother and his many conquests because of the use of a clever verse Artemis was no great lover of poetry. “If you mean to speak to me about love, truly, then do so with your own tongue and heart.” She paused before adding steadily “But I do not think that such things are woven into my yarn of Fate.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 07:46 am UTC (link)
"Ah, how you doth wound me, milady!" he said. And it was in jest, yes, half, but like every statement said in jest, there was some truth to it. He got up, and grabbed an arrow from next to the television. He'd pulled it out from one of the moving boxes that had littered his apartment until only just recently, a remnant of his grade school days, something he'd found comforting in light of the revelations of their pas. He played with it, twirling it around in his fingers, just as he'd done all those centuries ago, before pointing it at himself, and poking himself with it, in a dramatic gesture. Not that he made himself bleed, or anything; it was clearly a mock-prick.

"Love-slain, lo! Here I die!" he said. His blue eyes looked at her, with more intensity than ever, as he made his way back toward the couch. "Entrap and ensnare? Love must be returned if it is to prosper," he said, simply, as if it was the balancing of an equation. "It has made its way across the three great realms split among the sons of Cronus three." And then, his voice went from logical, from academic, to something different, deeper, heartfelt. "And you and I, here, are no exception. Even love gods are not immune to the powers of the heart," he said, sitting next to her again. He twirled the arrow between his fingers, looking at it, then at her, again, eyes trying to gaze through the windows of her soul, the silvery orbs that seemed an endless abyss, one he could have stared into forever.

"I could speak to you about love from here until the end of time, tell you the words that are burning in my heart." He leaned in close, his face just inches from hers, but at no point did he touch her again. "I could tell you how I long to hold your hand, to run my fingers through your hair, to hold you close after a long night of hunting and shooting arrows, or a long day of talking of the ridiculous social practices and habits of court. I could tell you how I long to claim your lips with mine, to tuck your hair back behind your ear, and lean in close and press my lips to yours, my hands wrapping around you, how I want to kiss you until our lips are red and swollen and sore and we are out of breath, how I want to touch you, to taste you, to share every bit of intimacy that there can be between two people." He paused, his voice acquiring a more brooding tint to it. "I could tell you how it would be easier for me to just prick myself with one of my own arrows, if only I had them with me. It's a thought that crossed my mind more than once since I was looking at you. Funny that I don't have any here with me -- maybe that, in and of itself, is a sign from the Apportioners three." There was another pause, and his voice again changed. "But those would just be words, too," he said, last words barely above a whisper, deep and husky. "Take them as you will."

He rose from the couch, still with his arrow in his hand. It was light, much too light for lead -- his own arrows were much heavier, more solid, dull-tipped with the power he wished he could wield at the moment. He walked toward the television, changing out the DVD, since the credits were scrolling, putting in Revenge of the Sith, his movements automatic, swift, an almost strange juxtaposition with what he'd done on the couch. It was easy to be methodical, to sink into routine and try to compartmentalize everything. But even he, even dark, brooding Anteros who smiled seldom and warmed to others with even less frequency was not immune to love's grip. He sat at his old spot, a gap between them.

"Just my two drachmas," he remarked. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll really just grab one of my arrows, assuming we do get out of this mortality fiasco. I swear it by Styx," he said, with sincerity. And Anteros never, ever invoked the goddess of the River of Hate. Her waters had never been touched by an oath of his, not in all of his existence. But logical, methodical Anteros thought it made sense, perfect sense, in fact. He would have done it regardless. He could not help what he felt for her, at the moment, but it could readily be remedied if it made her uncomfortable -- there was no need for strangeness if she was not receptive, did not reciprocate.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 08:44 am UTC (link)
Artemis did not smile at his antics, infact she frowned ever so slightly as he pierced himself with the tip of his arrow. She longed to snatch the arrow from his grasp, but she feared that may result in a stray touch, and now she was not sure she could handle it. Even as it was, as he spoke of the things he would do to her she could not hide the blush the crept into her pale moon stained cheeks. Perhaps only because she could see it so easily, how she could want it so readily. To have her hands in his, talking, laughing, the feel of his warm breath on her skin, hunting and shooting together, how the moon goddess longed for it so.

Little attention was paid as he changed the movie over, her thoughts where far beyond such trivial things. And after he spoke for a long moment the huntress was silent, gathering her words, hoping on everything that they where the right ones and would weave the meaning the was trying to make.

“Powers of the heart,” She almost mocked, with the courage to speak she found the courage to pry the arrow from his grasp. She held the shaft lightly between her nimble fingers “all of the love, all of the returned affection could not save my heart. Powers of the heart be damned when you are cursed in love.” Her silver eyes turning hard at the thought “So it matters not the longing and wishes I hold within my heart because to act on them would only result in pain.”

She looked down in the arrow in her hand, light and well balanced, so much like the one she had given him so many thousands of years ago. She had known, even then, she had been giving him a part of herself that she could never get back. “And if you wish to pierce yourself with your own arrow do so only if you plan to shoot me as well.” She added looking deeply into his clear blue eyes.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 09:32 am UTC (link)
"Cursed in love? No one is cursed in love if not by mine own hand, or that of my less-than-discreet brother," he said. "We have never conspired to bring you an ounce of misery." That was not to say anything of her twin, but that was another matter entirely. "Your quarrel is not with us, but with other attendant circumstances." Like her own less-than-discreet brother. He shook his head. And while there was a pattern, yes -- it did not take a fortune-teller or mystic to draw a correlation -- he had now convinced himself it meant nothing, not with absolute certainty, at least. It could be reasoned away, rationalized and assaulted with logic until it made some degree of sense.

"You know not whether there would be pain. No one can tell that for certain, not anyone in this room, anyway," he said. And finally, he touched her again, reaching up, his fingers gently stroking over her cheek, cupping her face. "I will do whatever you wish. Arrows or not, it is up to you," he said, before withdrawing his hand.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 09:54 am UTC (link)
Artemis tried to take his words to heart, but she could not deny the trepidation that still filled her. “I don’t know… It would not be a lie to confess, what I think you already know, that this, what ever this is, scares me more so then any beast or serial murderer will ever.” She paused, her hand tentatively reaching for his own. Pale fingers slowly curling around his own long digits. “But I think, no, I know that I should not give into my fears as much as every cell in my body tells me to run the other direction, that the whole idea is wrong for me.” She paused again trying to gather her mess of thoughts to little avail. “I don’t want to ever feel indifferent towards you.” It almost took all of her strength to admit that. She looked at him silver orbs searching blue. “I have always liked it best when I was lost in the woods, it was truly the only time I could every breath.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 04:37 pm UTC (link)
"Touché" he said. His hand squeezed hers, gently. Hers was just slightly cool to the touch, soft but not too soft, and it felt wonderful in his. A smile nearly tugged at his lips as she said that, as she said she did not want to feel the indifference toward him. "I know what you mean," he admitted, squeezing her hand again.

"We should go to the woods sometime, if you'd like, of course," he said. "I mean," he half-chuckled, "I managed to dig up my bow and arrows from grade school. As you see." He gestured toward the arrow they'd been playing with. He paused, looking at her, silent for a moment.

"Just let me know what you'd like to do, and we'll take it from there," he said. "Take time, think about it, whatever you'd like. No pressure." He smiled at her, an almost nervous gesture, and he kissed her forehead gently.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 08:52 pm UTC (link)
“I think, I think I would like that a lot.” She said slowly, a smile pulling at the corner of her pale lips “But we will need to get you a new bow, that one will be to small for you now, it won’t fit right.” She almost rambled nervously as he pressed hips lips to her forehead however her words where all but cut off, she bit her lips ever so lightly.

“Like hunting a rabbit, slow, quiet movements as not to startle her and send her fleeing into her burrow.” She suggested trying to keep the tremor from her voice, what was she doing? What was she saying she might do? On Goddess she needed Athena! “She is a very skittish pray.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-22 01:51 am UTC (link)
"I'm glad." And, in truth, he was. He'd been half afraid she would have bolted out the door, or punched him, or something either equally emotionally or physically painful. Yes, if she'd punched him, he was certain he would have woken up several hours later, with quite the splitting headache -- not something he wanted to experience, thank you very much.

"Well, maybe I will have to get another," he said, a small laugh escaping him at that. "But then, I don't think I've grown very much since tenth grade, when I got this particular set," he added, thoughtfully. "Might be worth a try, though," he added. He subconsciously licked his lips, tongue running over them absently, a reactionary gesture; the sight of her biting her lips was just incredibly alluring.

He was quiet for a moment. Rabbit metaphor? Seemed more the sort of thing her Poetry-God twin might say, but Anteros did not remark on that. No, he just nodded.

"Exactly," he said, his voice soft. "Patience is the key. Nice and slow." He took a step back, almost reluctantly. He could have kissed her then, could have claimed her lips with his, as he'd told her he wanted to, but he did not. No. Now was not the time. They had time, deserts of vast eternity.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-22 05:59 am UTC (link)
And if he had tried to kiss her she might just have decked him, just like Billy Salt back in the 3rd grade who had ran up to her and kissed her while they where playing soccer. He had had a black eye for three weeks; none of the other boys had tried to kiss her after that, at least until collage. Then it was more or less rinse and repeat. Even Orion never kissed her on the mouth, only on her hand, Artemis was not sure she could handle that sort of a show of affection so quickly.

And perhaps spending so much time with her brother had rubbed off on her, not that she would ever admit it under pain of death mind you.

Thinking of her brother caused her to frown just slightly before she looked back up at Anteros “And this, this will be just between us right? You won’t tell anyone will you?” she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for that either. Nor, was she sure, that Apollo would be pleased with the news. At least she thought darkly it would seem that he can not plot Anteros death.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-22 07:19 am UTC (link)
"Of course," he said, raising a brow, making a face that clearly showed that he was thinking of the dramatics her brother was capable of. It was one of the first places his dark mind had wondered to.

Anteros knew well the story behind the Orion fiasco. It had been a great meeting of epic hunters, so perfectly balanced, the two complimenting each other so well, and the Sun God had ruined it so exquisitely. Looking back at it now, however, perhaps a little selfishly, Anteros could not help the thought that it had at least allowed him this opportunity at proximity with her.

How he wished he had his arrows. That would have solved so many problems, would have let him at least have some semblance of peace of mind, some degree of leverage. It was just terribly inconvenient.

"I won't tell a soul. You have my word," he said. And Anteros was a man of his word.

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-22 07:31 am UTC (link)
“Good,” she almost whispered as an easy smile spread across her features. After all Artemis was never a very open person, never one to where her heart on her sleeve. And the idea of anyone knowing about this, when she was not even sure what this was, was not a pleasant thought for the huntress.

She looked at Anteros. Oh, Olympus above! This is not a good idea but some hidden and forgotten voice chided her softly in the back of her mind Its not supposed to be.

She settled into the couch, her own shoulder almost touching his “Lets finish the movie.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-22 07:57 am UTC (link)
He looked at her as she sat back, similar thoughts going through his mind. No, it would certainly not do to go telling everyone of this -- that much was plain. But Anteros was good at keeping things to himself, so it should have come as no surprise that his thoughts reflected this.

She was as beautiful as ever, and he longed again to touch her, just once more, but quickly shook that thought. Instead, he nodded, a corner of his lips going up in a half-smile as he pressed play again.

"Sounds like a plan."

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[info]_artemis
2009-12-22 08:40 am UTC (link)
Eventually, sometime during ‘A New Hope’, the huntress eyes closed and she slipped into the easy content of slumber, she leaned into him her head resting on the God of love returned shoulder as she slept.

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[info]_anteros
2009-12-22 09:08 am UTC (link)
And he would carefully reach for a blanket, draping it over her gingerly, placing his arm around her, a contented sigh daring to escape him, as he, too, would succumb to sleep a few moments later.

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ooc!
[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 02:02 am UTC (link)
Let me know if this is ok! If not, and you want something angsty (angstier??) I can rework something like Marvell's Definition of Love, or a Wyatt work, or something :)

Have to run, but will rep to Herm with Seph when I get back! *loves on*

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Re: ooc!
[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 02:12 am UTC (link)
no no this is good! you are amazing, and caused Artys head to explode a little ^.^

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Re: ooc!
[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 06:13 am UTC (link)
lol! ty! glad you liked ;)

Now, I just have to try to figure out his reaction... Logical, methodical Anteros is threatening to become impulsive, and I'm about to bop him over the head.

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Re: ooc!
[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 07:42 am UTC (link)
yeah Arty is makeing dangerous plans in my head....

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Re: ooc!
[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 07:49 am UTC (link)
it took ALL of my self control NOT to let him kiss her... and I'm still second-guessing that *facepalm*

Also, sorry about the length!

And, I know he's being long-winded (a little?!), just let me know if she wants to poke in at some point, or wants something tweaked a little bit, and I can rework what I've written. I really like the dynamic and want to make sure we've got it solid :D

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Re: ooc!
[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 07:59 am UTC (link)
oh i love them so much! and i totally agree with you on wanting to make them solid^.^

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Re: ooc!
[info]_anteros
2009-12-21 08:06 am UTC (link)
:D

btw: Anteros' head is also exploding at the moment ;)

And also, Sephy wants to tell Hades the "news" we pre-planned over Christmas eve dinner, if you think it suits -- and if you do, do you want me to post that up at some point, soonish? I know I'm going to lag like crazy, given the holiday obviousness *facepalm*

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Re: ooc!
[info]_artemis
2009-12-21 08:09 am UTC (link)
<3 them

yes we can totally put that up soon, ^.^ I think Hermes and seph will be done soon yeah laggyness all around i'm sure

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