ARTEMIS:
Inertia wasn’t something Artemis was a fan of; although she loved relaxing as much as the next guy, her life had been a growing snowball of an event after event after event —- a snowball that eventually rolled her over and got her ass thrown in jail. Despite the unfortunate ending, Artemis welcomed chaos with open arms so when they were told to get their affairs in order and do what they needed to do before leaving the house, the sharpshooter wasted no time. With a very short list of belongings that were meant to be packed, she was done as soon as she had begun —- the only thing left was to lay some sort of surprise for the next unwanted guests; pigs were pigs, no matter what country they were from, after all.
Artemis was sitting down on the couch, her mind racing with ideas after ideas, each one worse than the last ( at least in nature ). Footsteps shuffling brought her focus back to reality. “All packed?” Lara began, her eyebrow quirking up as a devious thought crossed her mind, “Don’t tell me you’ve been crying in the bathroom about leaving this place.” It was a tease, spoken before she took a sip of her beer. She would not be prepared if the answer was anything but what she expected.
“Aww cuz, don’t call me out like that. It’s been a pleasant experience, and who knows when I’m gonna find a finer mattress than this?” Hephaestus plopped down beside Artemis, on the couch that he had not spent as much time as he would have liked on.
In the weeks they got to spend together, it had been tough to get together and actually talk to her though; they had become two completely different people, as their downtimes would have shown. But despite all the distance they kept between them, there was a kinship. Family. He knew Artemis outside of the villa, which automatically made her more trustworthy than anyone else in this place.
“Have you been finishing the last of the beers in the fridge? Shame, I would like one too.”
