GODDESS & GODLESS

𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 But in fact, Aphrodite is just as wise as she needs to be. She knows how to get what she wants.

[elisecamon-blog]

lunetist-victorios:

Crina thought about responding, denying that she was being aggressive. She did not take bull shit, but that was different. She held her tongue, though, and chose to only heed the last part of Elise’s sentence. She didn’t think her words were gesture of friendship by any means, but there was no point in being on the woman’s bad side just for being vain and arrogant. 

She offered her cigarette to Elise. 

“When we can.”

Quietly surprised by the gesture, Elise reached out, accepting the cigarette. Bringing the stick to her lips, she took a drag, holding it in for a minute before releasing, the tension in her svelte body leaving with the exhaled smoke. Handing it back, Elise crossed crossed her arms over her body with easy grace. “In that case, have you heard anything about what’s going on?”

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agentdurant:

He felt his fists involuntarily clench at his sides, thumb pressing down hard on the knuckle of his middle finger. He was seeing red, a silent but violent storm raging behind an apathetic facade. “Vous êtes pas en mesure de me parler de négligence.” Tristan swallowed down the urge to react, some smaller part of himself reminding him that she wasn’t worth it — besides, he knew better than to strike a comrade. (Though, he doubted he would suffer very many consequences.) What about his sarcastic tone implied he wanted sympathy? Implied that he wanted anything from her? “Comment stupide êtes-vous?” Really, what he wanted more than anything was out of this conversation. “Je ne suis pas un soldat, je suis un espion, et espionnage exige plus que un bon oeil. Choosing to ignore your presence does not make me incapable, it makes you irrelevant.” He took a long drag on his cigarette, the burning feeling of smoke pooling in his lungs as he waited to exhale. “You must have missed the meeting, but France has already fallen. The goal is to save what remains of Europe and stop the Nazis, not save France.” Maybe once everything was said and done saving France would be an option, but that certainly wasn’t a priority of his. Not anymore. “It is the face of a woman who launched a thousand ships, incited a pointless war. Which is hardly a good thing. Unless you are referring to sirènes, which you certainly are not.”

Being as instinctively keen as she was, Elise picked up on the slight tensing of his body as he struggled to keep the raging anger within his control. It was a sight which sent a ripple of joy through her own. “Comme l'une des nombreuses personnes dont la vie dépendra en partie de la façon dont tu effectues ton travail, je dirais que je suis.” With a lazy toss of her hair, Elise’s rosy lips spread into grin at his quip. Unlike her comrade, it took much more than pitiful insults for a reaction to be brought forth. “Tu fais partie des Commandos, à droite? C'est une division de soldat. Peut-être qu'ils auraient me suis assuré que vous saviez que avant de ils te donner des responsabilités. De toute évidence, vous êtes encore un peu confus. De plus, l'espionnage est basé sur ce que vous voyez. Un bon oeil pourrait ne pas être la seule chose dont vous avez besoin, mais il est certainement une grande partie de celui-ci.” She paused, his add-on drawing a snicker. “You know, in the art of argument, you should avoid going for petty remarks. It only makes it harder to take you seriously.” Her amusement, however, lasted only briefly before Elise was reminded of the fall of her country, darkened green flashing through her irises before evaporating. “I’m well aware of the state of France,” she remarked. “But, a fallen country is not unsalvageable. You can fight for the rest of Europe all you’d like but without France, it’s nothing. Britain would be the only superpower standing in Europe and what good is that if its two greatest allies are either fallen or across the ocean?” For a moment, Elise felt a glint of fear over what would become of her beloved country should the Allies fail, a slender finger twitching ever so slightly at the thought. Thankfully, the emotion was quickly shaken as a laugh escaped her throat. “Actually, I was making a play on other words, crétin. Haven’t you seen the propoganda posters of ‘loose lips sink ships?’ And here I thought you were making a case for your own competency. Besides, the war was hardly Helen’s fault. Men have simply made a history of blaming women for their own mistakes.”

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.

(via a-stereotype)

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lunetist-victorios:

“I am finding it hard to care what it is you are believing,” Crina replied tartly, inhaling, and holding the smoke within her for moments before the exhale.  She didn’t give a shit, as the Americans and Brits would say, not really, what the other woman believed. She knew that Elise liked and expected attention, so of course she would expect it now too.  

She wasn’t looking at Elise though, she really hadn’t cared that she was there.  But the barracks here shielded her from sight of others in the camp. And Elise was not exactly friendly. Crina had expected to be undisturbed except for perhaps a nod of acknowledgement, or a hello as one or the other went on their way. Nothing more. 

“A bit aggressive, aren’t we?” Disregarding the hostility emanating from Crina’s tone, Elise leaned against a nearby post, her svelte body relaxing against the wood. “It was merely an observation, Gypsy, there’s no need for acrimony. I don’t swing your way, anyway. We’re comrades and women on top of that. After all, us ladies have to stick together, right?” Her words laced with light mock, Elise’s apathy towards Crina remained. Although, there was some truth to her sentence— as members of the Commandos, Elise was required to watch out for Crina as her fellow soldier— given her lack of interaction with her and the direction of their current conversation, her camaraderie towards the brunette beauty went only as far as that. Elise was selective with whom she found interest in and Crina had yet to find herself in that honor.

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agentdurant:

“Les gens meurent quand même,” he shrugged, “votre logique présentait des défauts.” Tristan took a quick drag, casting an apathetic glance in her direction. Who was she to chastise him in any capacity? “Je fais attention aux choses qui sont importantes, mais je vous remercie pour la leçon. Je ne savais pas que nous sommes en guerre, j’ai pensé ma famille été forcée quitter Avignon car nous avions besoin de vacances.” His tone was dripping with sarcasm, his expression remaining blank. “Mes préoccupations sont l'espionnage, not conceited women who crave attention. If you want to be some place where soldiers are so incompetent that they waste time by staring at you, you should have gone to Vichy. Not the Commandos.”

“Mais tu n'as dois pas ajouter à le nombre de décès à cause de négligence,” she returned, irritation concealed beneath a tone of cool indifference. Instead, a faint smile graced her features at the mention of his family’s flee. Elise had chosen to leave hers behind with nothing and it was an action she never once regretted. The verdant-eyed beauty had never liked her parents much thus leaving her adamantine heart with no room for neither longing nor guilt. Therefore, she found his statement to be an attempt at provoking pity and Elise, in all her glory, was not known for her sympathy. “Si t'es essaies de trouver la sympathie, je tu suggère de regarder ailleurs. Nous avons tous eu à faire des sacrifices pour la France et des milliers ont été forcés de fuir. La seule façon d'obtiens ta famille chez vous est de gagner la guerre et nous ne pouvons pas faire cela avec des soldats inattentifs qui se plaignent plus de ils regardent.” A soft chuckle rang out from her throat. “Espionnage concerne un bon oeil.” Elise brushed an aurulent tress behind her shoulder as she faced him. “At least the soldiers staring would have seen me. And I chose the Commandos because I refuse to let France fall— but, it’s not a crime to be beautiful. It’s women who sink ships not men.”

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sgtshanewells:

If this were some schoolyard perhaps he’d have just passed it off as Wess’ responsibility. But they were in a warzone and something like that could mean life or death for one or all of them. So no matter how many times he’d done it before, no matter whose turn they’d decided it was, no matter how many more times he’d have to, he took it upon himself to clean and inspect the weapon often. And just as he was about to begin the disassembly process, a familiar voice belonging to one Elise Camon or Siren as she’d been known - a young scout - caused a smirk to tilt up a single corner of the first sergeant’s lips. He was usually the one to pester her. “I’m just getting started, actually. Believe it or not, I do in fact know how to take care of my weapon.”

“I didn’t know you knew how to do anything, actually.” The quip fell from her tongue with fluidity. As with most times around Shane, she found herself irritated but this time, it wasn’t the result of his doing but rather hers. Perhaps she should’ve heeded Costin’s warning a bit more closely. Slender fingers trailed over the other weapons as she regarded his. Elise was far more than competent when it came to arms; however, being a scout, her job revolved less around artillery and more on her surroundings. Eyeing it for a moment, Elise lifted a hand, lamely indicating to the machine. “Are you sure it’s not any leftover residue? Dust and debris can cause more problems than we give them credit for.” 

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agentdurant:

Tristan flicked the ash off the edge of his cigarette, shoulder pressing hard into the bark of the tree. Truly, he hadn’t been staring at anyone, hadn’t even noticed the blonde to the left of him — in fact, when she first spoke he struggled to understand her. The words sound mangled, distorted by the tangible silence that there was before. “I would pay to see that,” he said with a dry chuckle, arms casually crossing against his chest. “Ne vous flattez pas.” He returned his attention to the trees in front of his, baby blues narrowing in contemplation. “I genuinely did not know you were there.”

“Non? Eh bien, soit tu es distrait ou inattentif. Je ne sais pas lequel il est.” Extinguishing the cigarette, she brought her verdant gaze up to meet his gaze. “Tu devrais accorder plus d'attention. Nous sommes en guerre. Toute erreur d'inattention et les gens vont mourir.” Though her eyes gleamed an indifferent green, irritation laced her svelte figure. Priding herself on keen observation, she had a tendency to look down upon those who did not share the same gift. She thought them to be careless and a weak link. Elise believed that in war, anything less than diamond-like sharpness. Thus, his admission that he had not seen her, provoked both alarm and annoyance.

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lunetist-victorios:

Crina had noticed the blonde around camp.  She envied the easy grace she seemed to have, and the way she seemed able to speak to just about anyone.  But Crina was observant by nature. She noticed the tendencies of many if they crossed her path more than once. And of course, you couldn’t help but notice the blonde woman. 

Even with her uniform baring her shoulders a bit, she looked put together.  Crina could never pull off the careless look.  But she didn’t need to. She was the sensible type–regulation tank top and cargo pants.  

A cigarette in hand, she had stopped a little behind the woman, but not really looking at her once her presence had been noted.  She was not good at idle conversation and she was often worse at starting it. But she wasn’t too shy to respond either. 

“The only thing it is I am staring at is the scenery,” Crina responded shortly, lighting her cigarette.  She was tempted to leave the camp and go into the forest, let the cool green air fill her lungs.  Crina was at home in the forest, and it comforted her to have it so close. 

A brief glimpse back solidified Elise’s suspicions. Crina, better known as Gypsy. She had never been familiar with the brunette, preferring to bide her time on her own or with those she actually liked. But, there was only so many times you could ignore someone’s existence before they eventually muscled their way through. Still, that wasn’t to say Elise cared for her as  anything other than a comrade. Putting out the cigarette, she pulled the fabric over her shoulder, the motion nimble in fluid grace. “If that’s what you say,” Elise responded finally, brushing an aurulent tress behind her shoulder. “I find it hard to believe you came all the way over here simply to stare at trees.”

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shademercuritte:

The hefty wooden crate dug splinters into his flesh. When he came to an abrupt halt at the turn of a corner, a knee shot up to balance its sudden jarring. Esca’s gaze immediately darkened, and amber irises bore into the back of the woman who remained stationary. When she spoke with her fabled tongue he recalled her rumored nature. “You are not my type,” the Russian relayed irritably, “but you are in my way.”

A thinly veiled laugh escaped Elise’s rosebud lips upon hearing his claim, the words causing her to finally give a glance back. Shade. Taking a drag of the cigarette, she made no effort to move from her position. Though Elise had differed from her class in more ways than one, her selfishness remained as intact as her vanity. “Denial doesn’t suit you.”  Discarding of the smoke, she flashed him a vampish look. “If you’d like, I could show you. I’ve heard I’m quite convincing.” She drew her gaze over him before returning it to the woodlands. “D'ailleurs, tu regardes comme tu pouvais utiliser le plaisir.”

[elisecamon-blog]

Her uniform slipping off her shoulders, Elise paid little mind to the breeze kissing her exposed skin. Rather, a cigarette remained held between slender fingers as the Parisian leaned against the side of the barrack, her gaze focused on the evergreen scenery before her. Though admitting she’d been wrong to think war would not affect her was a language she’d never speak, Elise found solace in the tranquility of the forest and what unwelcome feelings she held were eradicated upon observing her surroundings. Thus, when she picked up on a presence behind her, Elise was less than pleased. Biding her time for a moment or two, her own vanity soon prompted slinky words to fall from a silver tongue. “If you’re going to continue staring at me,” she stated suddenly, verdant eyes remaining focused on the woodlands, “I’ll take your eyes for a necklace.”

[elisecamon-blog]

sgtshanewells:

The final night’s festivities seemed to have left a few of the men suffering hangovers in its wake. Shane managed to avoid one himself, having remained within his limits for the most part, though he did push it some. All in all, he did enjoy the short break they’d been given. It was much-needed for many of them. But it was back to war for them all now. The first sergeant had been focused on inspecting the machine gun he primarily operated with his partner when he heard footsteps approaching. “The trigger began to stick during its last use,“ he felt compelled to explain before looking up from the weapon.

A typical vision in uniform, Elise felt anything but. Her otherwise vibrant verdant eyes were grayed, dimmed by the dark circles decorating her high cheekbones. Even her hair seemed to have lost its usual shimmer, remaining lifeless beneath the dusking sun. She had gone through the motion of the day, mustering up every ounce of energy and exerting it into performing exceptionally as wonted. But, when all was done, Elise had found herself restless. Wandering through the camp, she held no purpose in her step until she noted Shane, fiddling with his weapon. Though it was often he who pestered her, Elise’s boredom warranted a change. Stepping closer, he sensed her presence before she could speak. “Woe is you,” Elise replied dryly, gaze only briefly glancing up to meet his. “How long have you been at this?”

[elisecamon-blog]

kingxrick:

Rick was almost at a loss of what to do with his time now that Charlie had been posted elsewhere. As strong as the temptation was to write her letter after letter he knew that his mind had to remain on what he was needed for here. So in order to fill his time he’d taken to running through the camp. This particular time he was just finishing up, pace slowing as he spotted someone. There was a cocky grin that took over his face, as always, having been seen. “What? You think I get to look this good by sitting around all day?” 

From the moment the plane had touched on base, Elise had been in a foul mood. Hungover and lacking sleep, each accidental gaze was met with a vicious glare. The flirtatious gleam which usually danced within her verdant gaze had all but dissipated, replaced by disinterest and dark circles. Thus, irritated by the chatter on base, she had opted to leave. Strolling through the camp, Elise had done her best to ignore all and any thing. Yet, when Rick passed by, trademark smirk gracing his chiseled features and a quip on his tongue, Elise could no longer bite her own. “I don’t think about you at all,” she replied. “Least of all what you look like.” 

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sgtbobbi:

“Smart girl.” Bobbi nodded in agreement, she didn’t want to distract herself when the next morning she’d be thrown back into the field again. It was better to indulge in the drinks and food rather than the men. Brow rose at the words, she’d always assumed Elise had came from money, and a lot of it, but searching for more? How much money could one woman need? She’d never grown up the richest nor was she the poorest but she’d been content with life. “Is it truly all you wish for Elise? A man with deep pockets?”

“Well,” Elise began, a hand leaning forward as feigned pondering danced upon her features. “A handsome face never hurt and neither a sense of style but, I have yet to meet a man who has both and can hold my interest. At least with wealth, I can find other things to distract myself with.” In truth, Elise cared little, if at all, for something as frivolous as money. It was why she had gifted her family’s away. With her assets, the Parisian knew she could get along fine without it. After all, she had made it this far, hadn’t she? “Besides,” she added, flipping a flaxen tress behind a slim shoulder. “It’s not like any of these men, regardless of wealth, will get far. The world is full of men, Bobbi, and all of them are the same. For every handsome man in this room, there’s ten more just like him.”

[elisecamon-blog]

deadshotvasile:

She was the newest addition, and the one he watched the closest. Her callsign spoke volumes of what was to be expected of her. Overseas was an expected controversy, but here? Elise was a lioness stalking foolish prey. She was far brighter than where young men were able to reach with a flash of her smile. “Elise,” Costin greeted, “my past is not known for its party opportunities.” An element of higher class radiated off her being whether she realized it or not. For someone like him– drenched in poorer circumstance– it simply bled rich. “And your future won’t know them for a while. You joined a war, a decision I support, but it is a war. Don’t get into trouble here, da? Keep the prowl to a minimum. You’re too intelligent for these options, anyway.”

“That’s all the more reason.” Elise returned, tone oozing intent. “Come tomorrow, I’ll be gone and off to war. I may as well enjoy myself while I can. Besides, none of these men will get further than a drink and the desire for more.” She offered a glance in the crowd’s direction, inspecting the young men as they craned their necks to catch even a glimpse of her blonde, self-confidence etched on their features. It was tragic. And yet, what better caught her interest were the women speckled among the men, eyes in her direction but focused on Costin. “Maybe you ought to do the same,” the suggestion fell from her silver tongue, curling amongst her accent. “Your past might not be filled with parties but the present is never a bad place to start.”

[elisecamon-blog]

sgtbobbi:

A small wince fell from red slathered lips as she realised her intrusion, taking a small step back she offered out a glass to the blonde as a peace offering after noting the tone she was carrying. “Woah Camon, watch the snark. Y’girl was getting bored of the male company and decided to come lookin’ for you. But by all means go back to your flirtations with cheekbones over there.” Gesturing to the male with her glass, she offered him a smile before turning back to her counterpart. “Celebrate the fourth with a bang I suppose.” 

A scoff escaped Parisian lips as a sardonic smile gleamed her features. “Not a chance. He isn’t worth nearly that much of my time. Or, rather, that little of it.” Her svelte figure shifted to take the glass from Bobbi. Though she had yet to appreciate her presence, Elise had never been one to turn down a drink. “Besides, this room is full of cheekbones. It’s just a matter of finding who has the deepest pockets.” As the words fell from her tongue, Elise’s eyes swept the room. There were certainly more than enough men to keep drinks coming in her direction all night.

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solocooper:

He plopped down across from one of his comrade’s with two shots of whiskey in his hand. He slid one across the wooden tabletop, and kept the other one for himself. “My theory is if I buy everyone a shot, I’ve got a better chance of havin’ my ass covered on the field.”

“Or you could just do your job,” Elise remarked, a slim wrist picking up one of the shots as she regarded him with ophidian eyes. The alcohol licked flames in her throat as it traveled from roseate lips before setting the glass down. “Do that and you shouldn’t need a reason to be buying safety.”

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sgtbobbi:

“Hey!” Barbara called out spotting one of her fellow soldiers, snatching a glass of champagne from the man adjacent to her. Sashaying over she held out the glass. “Don’t worry the boys here love a lady in uniform, hence the free alcohol.” She winked cheekily before taking a swig of the liquid. Barbara looked much different than usual, often when they were out on the front lines she was caked in dirt and barking orders with a scowl on her face. Yet now she donned a figure hugging red dress and heels, a shocking change from her usual attire. Yet her mother had insisted in a letter that she dress up, maybe find a man to settle with after the war.

A cloud of irritation stormed Elise’s eyes as she found herself interrupted. Engaged in conversation with a particularly handsome young man, she’d heard the brunette beauty before she’d seen her. Her chin briefly meeting her shoulder as the blonde watched Barbara approach, Elise flashed the patron a coquettish smile, fingers momentarily touching his arm before excusing herself. Turning her attention towards Barbara, the dislike remained, ribboning through her tone. “Well, I don’t know any woman in this room who would pay for her own drinks.” With a lustless gaze, she wove her eyes slowly over Bobbi’s outfit before dragging them back up. “I take it you’ve had quite a few drinks offered to you?” Drunk or not, kindness had never been in her nature.