never risk your heart

artemis hunter. 24. grocer at big apple grocery. not sure what i'm doing.

[huntsman-artemis]

themanagerisavampirex​:

Nani smiled, but it was pained. Artemis raised a fair few points, though her lungs were telling her otherwise. “Listen, if it wasn’t for the thought of going back to the gym, I’d have quit after a minute. How long do I have to keep at this before I stop actively dying?” Nani huffed, fanning herself with her hand. “I break sounds like great idea.”

~

“A couple weeks at least,” Artemis told with her an apologetic half-smile. “I definitely prefer it to the gym. No judgement, fresh air, you can listen to music as loud as you want . . .” He shrugged. “The only thing is not being able to watch anything as you run, but eh. That can be a treat for later.”

[huntsman-artemis]

stefankonig​:

Stefan pushed the ear coverings off so they sat around his neck. He nodded a little at the advice, before putting the protective coverings back over his ears. Bringing the rifle up once again he fired another shot, this time hitting more towards the center of the target.

~

Artemis smiled when he saw the improvement his advice helped bring about. When Stefan lowered his rifle, he stepped forward again, clapping him on the back.

“Good job. My turn,” he said, gesturing for Stefan to stand back. He took stock of where the targets were before hefting his rifle up to his shoulder. He paused to take aim before firing off several rounds. He lowered his rifle, then, squinting toward the target before nodding with a satisfied grunt. He’d made a bullseye on every one.

[themanagerisavampirex]

Nani had tried the gym thing again recently, but after using one machine and answering to way too many meatheads, she had given up. Now, in some sad attempt at pretending she had her shit together, Nani decided to take up jogging instead. She had made it halfway around the campus (it was quieter during the park during the summer) before losing momentum, and now leaned against a wall, chugging a bottle of water and regretting every decision she ever made.

“Who said running was a good idea? I’d like to sue them.”

[huntsman-artemis]

“You’ll get used to it,” Artemis offered. “You just have to work up to a routine. It’s better for you in the long run, trust me. Fresh air does you good, better than a stuffy gym full of sweaty people.” He grinned faintly, taking a swig of his own water bottle. “We can take a break, though.”

[ashley-quinlan]

No, Ashley wasn’t happy. She wasn’t happy about most things going on in her life right now but in true Ashley Quinlan behaviour, it was everyone else’s fault. She may be a bitch but she was a bitch that observed what was going on around her and that only fuelled her anger. Each other her nearest and dearest were drifting from her and she wasn’t going down without a fight. She’d made a mental note of who she was going to have to go through to get to her end point and all she had to do was set it in motion. 

Ashley was mulling over her thoughts, staring absent-mindedly into her coffee when her attention shifted to someone nearby.

“You” 

[huntsman-artemis]

Artemis glanced up from the coffee he was stirring when he heard someone speak. He hesitated, not sure if the girl glaring daggers was talking to him or not. After a moment, though, he pointed to himself. “Me? Yes? Sorry? Did you say something?” Had she asked him a question?

[huntsman-artemis]

stefankonig​:

“Pointed towards the ground and finger off the trigger. Makes sense.” Stefan brought his arms up, the way he’d seen them do in movies, before Artemis had come to move them so that they were actually in the right position. Don’t close one eye. Take a deep breath. He tried to remember what Artemis had said as he moved his finger back towards himself, pulling the trigger. A loud blast emitted as he fired, the bullet hitting the outer edge of the right side of the target. 

~

Artemis smiled faintly, as he watched Stefan fire. It wasn’t bad for his first time. Stepping forward once he’d lowered the rifle, Artemis gestured for Stefan to remove the protective ear coverings before speaking. “Not bad,” he said. “At least you hit the target. You’re too tense. Try to relax more, don’t think too much.” He stepped back, gesturing for Stefan to try again.