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xxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b
He seemed to be getting closer and Trinity smiled faintly when he brushed back some locks of her hair. But when he leaned in, Trinity tensed suddenly aware of their proximity, although she found herself unwilling to move especially when his eyes were so captivating. And she trusted Wes. Then he kissed her. She was taken back, a little zap jolting through her body. By the time she could make some coherent response, her lips only had time to pucker softly in return before it was over.
”Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
A grin slowly stretched across her mouth. “You kissed me,” she stated. She shook her head as if it was surreal, although the grin insisted on staying. “It’s okay,” she mumbled. “It was…nice.” As she lowered her eyes, she realized then her hands were clutching his shirt. “Oh, sorry.” She immediately released her grip and stepped away from him.
After a brief storm of embarrassment and hormones, they resumed their conversations. To her more recent offer, he politely and logically answered. ”I don’t know if I’d be able to find her. Who knows how the camp gets their creatures for our sport, or what they do with them afterwards. I can only hope that she was able to go back to the underworld. That’s the only real place for a hell hound. I appreciate it though, Blondie.”
She nodded once. “No worries, Ken.” She wanted to leave it at that. She really did but she couldn't because Wes's compassion - though sweet and great at times, didn't sit right with her. “But,” she stuck up a finger, “just to be a classic party pooper, if you weren't who you were, tell me you understand those things would rip us to shreds.” Trinity tried to keep a light tone and smile about it, but in truth his Mr. Brightside, mercy and love for all was concerning.
This time she stepped up to him. “Did you know you have one arm now? And uh, that makes you more vulnerable to attacks. Especially towards predatory animals and creatures, they pick up on it like-” she snapped her fingers in demonstration and smirked. Trinity placed a hand over his right rib and the other on his left shoulder.“What if I just dug my claws in now?” She smirked teasing again. “Or had a knife?” She conjured one with a small wrist movement and allowed Wes to feel the smooth surface of the blade between his neck and shoulder. Trinity rose some mock challenging brows while amusement glinted in her eyes.
She gave him a moment or two, but before everyone dived on her to save the beloved Son of Aphrodite or Wes thought this was the day she had cracked, Trinity shot up on her tip toes and kissed his jaw once. “See, completely open to attack. A mob of women could have pounced on you.” She backed away grinning broadly then shrugged innocently.
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xxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #aa237b
Just as it felt she was making progress, Ajax plucked the necklace from Keith and gave curt thanks. Seemingly now that he got his way he wasn't much for gratitude or maybe he didn't have time to express it.
"At least he said thank you.” The comment drew Evelyn's attention back to the male with glasses, trying to make up for the son of Zeus's behaviour. "You know someone once told me the Valises will always look out for each other first. They get tunnel vision when it comes to each other to the extent you could be in immediate danger and a Valis in fraction of that, and they'd still choose each other."
A little understanding hum came from her throat. People would do just about anything for family. Evelyn cast her gaze into the endless woods. She noticed Keith shifting and getting uncomfortable in her peripheral but left him to stew.
"So you strike me as powerful and - I wanna try. I wanna try use my powers."
Despite herself she smiled. She glanced to the son of Hecate on the verge of grinning with pride. His willingness to try opened doors for Evelyn and himself no doubt. It took a few attempts where Evelyn smiled kindly when he looked to her, but in time and with some perseverance his visions were conjured. Even if they were a bit dead in appearance, they existed. And without having a relation with Hecate, she could guess conjurations and illusions were hard work. “That's amazing.”
The hunters pointed their weapons at the closest targets causing Keith to change tunes. "Woah." He began to back up.
Evelyn placed a hand gently on his back to prevent collision again. She slanted her head slightly pass his shoulder to peek at his startled expression. “You gave them life, you can take it away,” she told him calmly. After studying Keith for some time, Evelyn cast her gaze onto the hunters. She had utter faith in the son of Hecate and remained cool. Evelyn entirely grasped the potential danger, but she had to place confidence in him too.
Her hands slid to his shoulders and Evelyn took a deep breath in, then out pointedly, hoping Keith would follow suit to center himself.