xxxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
xxxxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b
Wes seemed to evaluate her hypothetical spar question and answer truthfully. And it was true that now he had an arm possessing the strength of a terminator he might have had the increased odds of one-upping his opponents. For Trinity, and Wes she imagined, it was a blessing and a curse, or at least Wes liked to be more bright side about it whereas even Trinity saw it as half a reminder of what he lost. But she was grateful Duke cooked up an enhanced arm for the son of Aphrodite overall.
"If we were boxing I might of won," he said with a chuckle. "Why? Are you wanting to train me?"
Trinity grinned and waved down a hand. “Easy, Rocky. You gotta earn the privilege to be trained by a star athlete,” she joked. Besides, more realistically he had seen what the Ares siblings were like when training others. Eg. Sloane.
Of course her man had found them a vacant table with ease, navigating through the other bodies to find a decent spot for the pair. And similarly, of course, she worried briefly her early dinner discussion had dampened his spirit when he sighed and slouched back in his chair. "I don't know how I feel about it," he answered.
She matched his sad smile briefly, before averting her gave, pursing her lips and forking around her own food.
"I never was ok with what she did to Jennova. It was still murder, but I feel like everyone deserves a second chance. If I was judged solely based on how I was when I came to camp... I don't think we'd be where we are now." The statement made her lift her gaze back on him, meeting his eyes.
“Suppose not,” she muttered under her breath. More to herself than him. She was glad for his turn around and to have him. It'd be a whole alternate universe if Wes stayed the way he first was, to the point they wouldn't even be sitting together and he would have bedded most the camp already. But even so, he wasn't on par with Alex's stunt. And it took...a lot not to argue that. They were completely different people.
"She seemed sorry for it, or at least I thought she was. But then she nearly killed Andy. I don't know all of what happened to cause Alex to go after her, but... That's just not ok," he followed on with. It was good at least he wasn't blinded by the godly ladder and status quo, acknowledging her royal screw-ups. "I'm mad she left without taking accountability. And I think it's unfair that a daughter of Zeus can murder and nearly do it again, and get what? A slap on the wrist and a trip to Olympus? While Liam went to Tartarus for a day."
Trinity raised her brows at his own admittance. Now that it had been verbally highlighted it sounded incredibly ridiculous and unfair. Everyone knew it but now just....wow. She stabbed some food on her fork and popped it in her mouth to stop any nasty comments, gestures or looks. They wouldn't be meant or directed at Wesley, but the circumstances her brother had to face compared to little miss sun shines out of her arse. She might've thrown in a joke how Tartarus was like the strict school that reformed gods in other circumstances, but she couldn't because that was her blood that copped the punishment without trial, no chance, no warning and he got sent to the worst place in existence.
Wes laughed lightly out of the blue. "Apparently I just need more friends." Was his epic conclusion. A little burn-y personally but... At the same time, he reached for her slowly and began softly stroking her forearm. "You're all I need... But I'm pretty sure you'd murder me if I just followed you around all the time."
He drew a smile out of her. Wes seemed to read her mind by seeing the other side of discussions and potential misinterpretations and insults. He even placed a sweet assuring kiss on her knuckles making her eyes light up with further admiration for him. She mockingly cheekily shrugged in response with a smirk. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
She returned to what remained of her food. A table nearby had Iliana awkwardly lingering over Nick for some counsel probably. Guess she'd see just what the son of Poseidon's duty was here. "What about Theo? How do you feel about that?" Even through all the talking, Wes managed to beat her to an empty plate. Trinity nodded finishing the last mouthful and wiping her mouth with a napkin. "He seems to come and go a lot without a word... And is gone more than he's around."
“Great question. Um....the guy's a ghost,” Trinity put simply. “Don't get me wrong I have nothing but respect for him, and he has a lot of other consuming duties and... it's a shame but it's reality. There are times where I think we could use his expertise more and camp should be the priority but...you know we don't really owe each other anything?” Trinity squinted hoping that made sense. Theo had no obligation to tell her his schedule and though it sucked, it was just the way the cookie crumbled. Trinity didn't take it personally. And had roles been reversed she was sure he wouldn't take it personally either.
“Speaking of ghosts,” Trinity reached forward this time for Wes's hands. “If I do go missing without a word it's probably not by choice. It's probably...” she paused to contemplate the scenarios “really bad. Or like a mega important emergency. I just want you to know I wouldn’t leave you without…anything.” She never felt the need to justify herself before but Wes was important to her and she didn’t want him thinking she’d just up and vanish on him if she could help it. If it was some sort of abduction even for instance, she’d leave one hell of a struggle.
With all laid out on the table, at least the buzzing topics, Trinity sat back. In their silence, though probably peaceful to Wes, Trinity’s mind was quick to draw to his mechanical arm. Even though it was one of those things now and Wes had adapted well, it was an elephant at the same time, no one else had an arm or limb like that and…. She had to wonder how much he missed being full flesh. Trinity pursed her lips. They had talked plenty about it and if she kept bringing it up, Wes would probably think she had a problem with it but one big query did enter. “Does any of your family know about the accident?” she pointed with her fork to the prosthetic briefly and almost felt guilty for daring to ask, afraid for the answer. She knew his family and him didn't have the tightest relationship but....if your kid loses an arm in war...- well she just thought that was a bit note-worthy at the least. Maybe Aphrodite would have popped down, checked his well-being, seen what she could do about the arm herself rather than a son of Hephaestus. The current circumstances pretty much painted a picture, either way, it being quite ugly.
Trinity sighed. “Sorry. Blondie question.” She tried a weak smile at him before scooping up the dishes. “All done? Wanna head back to the cabins?”
She put away their dishes for cleaning and regrouped to head for her cabin. Wesley's was nicer but she always felt a little out of place, like her rough nature was enough alone to ruin his whole home or break stuff.