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@artemisofwar
“Okay, okay. So I know it’s been a few days, but some of you fools must have gotten all worked up over Valentine’s Day and forgotten that it was a certain someone’s birthday. I’m talkin’ about me, by the way. Obviously. Late gifts are just as good though, so now would be the perfect time to repent for your sins….”
“Repent? Now what could I possible have to repent over, I’m a saint. It’s not my fault I forgot something I never cared to learn about in the first place.”
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)
Hera laughed rather disgracefully at the younger girl; really, she found her circumstances quite amusing. Even if it did look too much like her when she was younger, knowing she’d let those ships sink in the harbor a long time ago made it much more enjoyable. “Of course you have sex hair; anyone with eyes can tell you’re doing the walk of shame right now.” She folded her arms over her chest, an eyebrow quirking. “That bad, huh? On a scale from one to ten?”
Kat huffed at the older woman’s taunting and stuck her tongue out at her. The situation was embarrassing enough, the last thing she wanted was Hera thinking of her a certain way. After all, the older woman was probably the only person with an opinion she cared for. “Is it possible for me to go in the negatives?” She said rhetorically. “That’s how bad it was. At one point I even had to ask if he even put it in, fucking ridiculous. I’m surprised I even have sex hair, I should have stiff hair, I didn’t even sweat. But yeah, quick question, how long has that guy across the street been staring at us because he’s either some questionable, pervy creeper who’s really into the fact that I’m half naked right now or he’s something else, and I don’t know which option I prefer at the moment.”
His name, regardless of how many times she’d uttered it, still didn’t seem like his. It wasn’t unique to her - it never did. He was Adonis– now Anubis– and before that, he’d been many other names. But never Shakir. He listened to her questions and appeared to be thinking for a moment or two.
“Truthfully?, I don’t know.” He said simply. But nothing was ever simple for him. Black and white didn’t exist– everything was murky grey, cryptic enough to keep him up at night. “What I do know is that you’re loyal. Perhaps that was a part of it. But you’re also afraid of me.” He frowned, tightening his grip around her fingers. “You shouldn’t be, Artemis. I’m not your mystery to solve.” His eyes averted back down at their muddled fingers and a quiet sigh left his lips. “Please don’t be afraid of me.” His voice, almost inaudible, dropped with a crack in his voice.
Her features stayed immobile at his statement. As his pale eyes bore into her own, the inner battle as to whether or not that was true or not was swarming within her. Art didn’t scare easily, only few things rattled her nowadays. And even when they did, she didn’t run from them, she ran towards them. For so many months Shakir had intrigued her beyond belief and every times he spoke to her, her stomach dropped. Maybe that was fear. He was the embodiment of fear to her yet she never felt more alive.
“You can call me Kat, again.” She whispered. It wasn’t much, but just a sign she’d hope he’d understand. Within the initiative, real names meant something. A sign of camaraderie and trust. Getting heated and telling him he couldn’t call her by it was wrong at heart, but maybe by telling him he could now he’d know. She’s not scared. And even if she was, she’s not going anywhere.
“By the way, I love solving you,” she said with a smirk on her face. “You’re not as hard to put together as people think. But...anyway, ask me something. Anything.”
Since his escape, Anubis had been exposed to a whole new way of living. He was used to switching between homes - or ‘shelter’ as he referred to it - but it had been at least 3 years since he’d had to make his own on the streets again. If Olympus had any perks, the assurance of living was one of them. Alas, he’d saved money in preparation for the betrayal, as well as making as many connections as he possibly could to fall back on. He’d spent so long relying on himself, he felt he deserved the kindness of others, even if he didn’t. But there was one who he was certain he did not deserve the kindness of. One whose kindness had got him where he needed to be.
He cradled her hand into his own, allowing their fingers to become a mess within each other. “We didn’t get to finish that kiss either.” He whispered, intent on her reaction to his words. She was far too good at poker face. He stepped closer, about a foot or so, keeping his intent gaze on her. “But we didn’t,” He eyed where the fabric was absent on her chest, smiling purposefully, “you’re right.” His lips pursed together. “Then again, you played that game with Adonis … and he’s no longer present.” He again focussed his thinking on his lips, that time as he grazed his teeth against his lower.
“Truth.” He smiled.
Artemis watched as their fingers molded together instinctively. The way she moved with him was magnetic in a way-- and that scared her more than anything. “There’s always later,” she mused as her eyes slowly but surely made their travel up to meet his while a soft smile on her face. His expressions were always that hardest for her to understand. Sure, to the regular eye he came off fine, nothing to think twice about. But Artemis did think twice when it came to him. She wanted to know what he was thinking. Badly. It was the one thing that drove her at this point. “Fine then Shakir, truth it is. That day, when I visited you...how did you know..? You knew I’d come, that I’d help you. How?” Art asked curiously. “Because you said I managed to nearly fool you. That I’m the best. But I swear, sometimes it’s like you know me better than I know myself.”
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She wasn’t shocked to see Kat strolling around, it was almost as if she wanted Hera to say something. Taking one sweeping glance at the other girl, she knew that she was up to something. Call it motherly instincts, call it common sense, there was no way that Kat was going to get away with thinking she could pull one over on her like she was some kind of idiot, or worse, amateur. One of her eyebrows quirked, a small scoff rising from the back of her throat. “Really?” she asked. “I didn’t know that the pilates uniform was now grade-A lingerie and resulted in sex hair.” She paused for a second, before piping back up with, “You couldn’t have gotten dressed in the poor kid’s bathroom or something? Or…are you like into exhibitionism or some shit like that?”
“It was hot pilates, momma. Okay, like in a thousand degree weather and I wanted to look cute in my lace bra, so...” She trailed off, her defense sounding more and more pathetic as she continued on. To be honest, Kat should’ve known nothing could pass by Hera. Even if it weren’t for the obvious factors, for some reason the older woman just seemed to always know. “Help me,” she wined while huffing. “Honestly I just wanted out. The dick game was not strong, I repeat, the D was not the bomb-diggity. But seriously, do I really have sex hair?”
he sucked on the inside of his cheek out of frustration, because on top of everything else he had to deal with, he was absolutely not a technical man. so when artemis offered to take over, he gave her a quick glance, and then slide his office chair to the side so she could get in to the keyboard. “i need the visitor logs for the holding cells pulled up…figured that’s as good a place as any to start.” a muscle in his jaw ticked as he thought. “if you try, then you’ve proven your worth. you could be the best fucking agent in the world but if you don’t give a shit then you’re worthless. effort is important…” he paused and ran his hand over his stubble, cupping his chin briefly before nodding. “i’ll always listen. can’t guarantee much else, but i will listen.” he looked at her again, thinking about how fucking young she was. he knew age didn’t determine skill- he’d been her age when he was indicted into an elite military group…but age did determine experience, and fortitude of self-worth. no one knew who they were at 20. no one. artemis was, and would be, no different. “so go ahead.”
Listening to his orders, she went to work right away. There was no hesitation in her step as she knew she had already went back to erase any contradicting evidence against her. Art paused for a moment, and for once instead of overthinking, she just spoke what her heart has been yearning to say. “I guess it’s just hard for me to differentiate lately. Between ICHOR and Olympus.” She stated. “I kinda always had this theory, that when Gaia initiated us she had this conceptual vision. She saw what we couldn’t see within ourselves and that’s why were work so well. To this day I still don’t know what she saw in me because...before Olympus I was apart of an organization just like ICHOR. Not by choice, they took me and my sister in when we were little. Trained us to be the best at being the worst. And we were. So, when I lost everything, and I was on the run it was hard for me to ever think I could be worthy of redemption. But then I got recruited and Gaia in all her glory made me think I was. I believed her.” She admitted, turning to look at him. “And then she died because of me. It was my job to keep us ahead of the game, to keep us safe and have defenses up that not even the best of the best could get through and I failed. It’s hard for me...to even look at myself in the mirror knowing that I’m the reason behind all of those deaths. It reminds me too much of who I used to be. I could’ve stopped it, or at least prepared us for it. I just...I’m not looking for a pity party, I know that. It’s just been hard to call myself Olympus, when I feel no better than them, on the inside...” Her voice trailed off, for once sounding how she felt. The doe-eyed girl often came across as this child like figure people constantly wanted to protect. And although she could swear she’d never need it, she was starting to wonder if she actually did. Because after years of pretending and being on the run, the exhaustion that came with it was starting to wear on her and she didn’t know how much longer she could take. Sighing, she turned back to what she was working on. Upon pulling up the visitor’s log, she overlooked it with disdain and made a ‘tsk’ sound when she was done. “Yup, just what I thought. It’s been altered. The last visitor recorded was me. I saw him for...personal reasons, and trust me, I left too distraught while contemplating my life morals to ever let that bastard out.”
he frowned at her, taking a long moment of silence to process everything she said. when he opened his mouth, it was not anything he said with disregard. it was something he T R U L Y believed, and the weight of his words proved it. “we will never be like them. killing them doesn’t bring us down to their level, context is fucking important. we are protectors, and watchdogs, and we have jobs to do. do you know what they do? as an organization, as a whole, they are bad. it’s not a gray zone, artemis. not to me, and it shouldn’t be to you, if you know where your head lies. to even compare us is fucking ridiculous. we’re not the US dropping a bomb on hiroshima, this isn’t a situation where we have to become a bigger, badder evil. i’m not suggesting we destroy london to get to them. this is a situation where we have to disband and stop them before innocent people get hurt. and if you’re not here to do that, if you’re not here to PROTECT those people out there, who have no clue what’s going on, then you shouldn’t be here. if you don’t believe in what we’re doing, then you can’t possibly be up to the task of acting on it. chronos ran because he was scared. people get scared, especially when they’re faced with something like this.” he shook his head at her. “and what does olympus stand for? O R D E R, mostly. because no matter how much people bullshit about it, we n e e d it. or would you prefer to live in a world of anarchy? i’ve been in that world, artemis, and it is NOT somewhere you want to be. and i am doing my best to make sure you never have to. you feel lucky to have me around, then prove it. prove to me that you’re trying. you need to get your shit sorted out, right now, because i don’t have time to explain to you that we’re doing the right thing. i just don’t.” he turned away from her, going back to his work, yet still talking, now with a bit of a softer tone. whether it was out of defeat, or compassion, no one could tell. “we deserve protection. because despite the things we’ve done, or the things that have been done T O us, we are still here. FIGHTING for what is right. and that takes courage…i’m here because people are fucking a w f u l, and disgusting, and the WORST…but i also believe that people are capable of unimaginable good. that’s what i believe. i believe in you, too.” he paused for a moment and then went back to typing.
Listening to Soter was like being scolded by a father. Artemis could think back to all the times she had wished for more siblings or parents or just a family in general. And while Art didn’t believe in God, she had to admit he was an ironic fellow if he did exist and gave her exactly what she wanted only for her to betray them in the end. “If I prove myself...if I try, will you listen?” She whispered hesitantly as she sat next to him. The need to talk to someone was eating her alive since she didn’t exactly agree with him. The person she was and is now seemed to blur more and more nowadays. The right to deserve protection didn’t feel like it applied to her very much recently. “Move over, I’m better at computers than you. I can help...just tell me what to do.”
Hera wasn’t in any kind of a good mood, even though sparring usually helped her attitude. However, this wasn’t a typical kind of day and everything that surrounded her seemed to be a complication, and frankly, a burden. She was walking briskly through the streets with no aim and her hands stuffed in the pockets of her coat, wandering for the mere sake of clearing her head as best as she could. Of course, that never went as planned, especially on the nights when she needed it most. “The road isn’t two inches wide, you know; mind watching where you’re going?”
Kat was in a hurry. After one of her many nights spent out with one of her “lovers”, she knew she was pushing it when she stayed out later than she usually would. Leaving the tower as much as she did was already suspicious enough as it was, the last thing she needed to do was get caught sneaking back in like guilty teenager. She huffed as the bitter and brisk wind stung at her bare skin. The petite girl was pretty sure she looked insanely bizarre getting dressed in the middle of the street but she could care less. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been caught doing worse. As she rounded a corner quickly, Kat bumped into a passerby. Immediately, her instinct was to apologize but the familiar voice stopped her. A harsh blush framed her face as she straightened her top to cover her satin bra and shrugged on her jacket. “Don’t even start.” She warned. “It’s not what it looks like, trust me. I was just at...pilates.”
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