#artemis 001

[lxcius]

Lucius nodded one last time to his colleague as they split ways. It was rare that work and play, so to speak, could be combined in his line of work, so it was a nice treat when it did happen. On top of supporting the same side in the ongoing war, Lucius and the Bulgarian Representative had also bonded a year prior when were made co-chairs of committee tasked with addressing and handling house-elf activists. They arranged the lunch that afternoon citing official ICW business, but more than once the conversation drifted to their families and recent Quidditch outcomes.

Another rarity, as Lucius left the lunch he realized he didn’t have anything planned for that afternoon. There were no meetings, no piles of paperwork waiting for him at his office or at home; for once, his time was his own. Rather than head straight back to Wiltshire to spend time with Narcissa and Draco, Lucius took a moment to browse the nearby street vendors. He didn’t want to dawdle for too long before getting home, but he figured it would be an even sweeter surprise for Narcissa if he unexpectedly arrived home early with flowers in hand.

It was as he was debating between roses and orchids that he saw her. At first glance he couldn’t be quite sure it was her, but after concentrating on the woman for a moment, he was sure he wasn’t mistaken. “Purnima?”

@mmeartemis​

[zoeatwood]

when: early morning where: aegis training center open to: @ofartemisx​

Zoe can’t remember when they first grasped the concept of loneliness. They’re supposed to. Androids are designed that way (or at least they used to be), but all the resets have addled what was once meant to be a perfect mind. They know it was somewhere between the second reset and the third, but they can’t remember which one anymore. Regardless, the fickle little thing has followed them like a ghost ever since.

They suppose, however, that even the worst fluctuations aren’t all that bad, because with loneliness, Zoe was given friendship. It’s an odd concept to them, to foster relationships that don’t have a mission or a singular purpose behind them, but it’s not one they are keen to reject.  After all, Rosaline is the only one Zoe can let their guard down in front of, and they hadn’t realized just how heavy that weight was until they could finally lift it.

“What’s the wager tonight?” Zoe asks, in lieu of greeting, as they step into the training center. It’s become a bit of a routine for them to train together; they both need to stay sharp. The bets, however, are simply for fun. They’ll bet trinkets or pieces of information-- winner takes all. Loser walks themself to the medic to get patched up before the next mission.

“I hope you don’t have anything valuable,” Zoe smiles. “It would be a shame for you to lose it.”