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located in Olympia, a part of Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Lux Slade
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For one long, torturous moment, Wes was afraid she’d say no. The hesitation was clear to see, every line of Lux’s body rigid as she looked at his hand, outstretched and waiting. Wes wasn’t used to this feeling, like balancing on creaking branches that could give way at any moment. It was unpredictable, and exhilarating in a way that left him feeling more flushed than the glass of whiskey he’d left behind. Wes had yet to decide if he hated it, or needed another hit. Then she took his hand, and rational thought wasn’t calling the shots anymore. Gently, he pulled her onto the dance floor, and as the opening notes of what would clearly be a slow song rang out, he moved a hand to her hip, grip possessive but painfully polite, despite his clear desire to run it lower. He didn’t have permission yet though, that clear and unambiguous yes that this dance they’d been doing around each other for a while now had left Wes aching for. However much it perturbed him to admit it.

I've gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over


The song playing in the background felt glaringly ironic, but Wes felt too hyper aware to truly enjoy it as he normally might. The floor had flooded with other couples pushing into the throng, and the lack of space seemed to draw them closer. The heat from where they touched, the scent of her shampoo, his senses were absorbed by her, muddled, taking in a thousand details at once and properly processing none. Wes’s face dipped closer to Lux, lips nearly grazing her ear. He aimed for smoothness, intent on saying something cheeky about her hat that would surely have them settle into their more comfortable playful bickering. Put them both back on even footing.

In my life, there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again


“Promise me...you’ll be careful tomorrow.” Wes didn’t mean to say it, a halting plea that confessed too much, an anxiety he’d been fighting back for days. The key to a good strategy was detachment, a willingness to sacrifice a piece on the board if it served a greater purpose toward victory. You never win the game with all your pawns still standing, and it was dangerous to try. He couldn’t detach from Lux though, and she’d stopped being a pawn in his eyes a long time ago. It was a distraction, an exploitable weakness that part of Wes hated himself for. Another part didn’t care though, embraced it with a frighteningly possessive abandon, and Wes was too much of a tactician to see any value in deluding himself about it. Lux had become a piece on his board that was both a weapon, and to be protected at all costs. Fundamentally incompatible roles that left him feeling off center.

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me