@hopecut - cont.
"where i get my handcuffs isn’t your concern.” slapping her hands together to get any grime off of them, eris observed ares while he scavenged through the desk. arms folding across her chest and she leans against the dilapidated door frame, eris lets out a throaty chuckle as he holds up the picture, hand to coming to her chest in an attempt of feigned appreciation. “i’ll ask him to paint me as goddess, being hand fed grapes and sucklin’ on a goon bag.” she was about ready to kick it to the next house and ransack that, her body in a half turn before he was right there. her breath catching momentarily in her throat before she’s rolling her eyes at him.
how many times had they been here before? one invading the other’s space just for a reaction. a reaction that had a one hundred percent success rate of happening. anyone would think they’d have grown tired of those kinds of games, now. days to weeks, weeks to months... yet she still wasn’t bored with him. she was excited by every event, by every touch and every suggestion of an adventure. an adventure that led to the complete upturning of some poor bastard’s house or a complete ransacking of a shitty shop. she loved it. for so long, eris had waited for someone who loved the thrill of the fight as much as she did, had waited for someone who wouldn’t judge whenever she wanted to put her fist through someone’s jaw... someone she’d happily jeer on when they did the exact same.
she’d never believed in a soul mate, or love or any of that petty bullshit. but if she had to pick a person she’d never connected to more? it’d be ares. in this fucked up world and even more fucked up situation of living, she’d finally found someone... familiar. even if he was a fuckin’ idiot. “oh cry me a bloody river.” she husked out, her hand finding his waist to slowly drag her fingers up over his body, making sure to feel every bump and ridge of his muscle until her fingers were sprawled out against his chest. a wicked grin to match ares’ own had spread across her face. “not like you had anything better to do.” her eyes travelled momentarily then... to his lips, then his eyes. how someone could be so handsome yet so pretty at the same time baffled her. she moved closer to him now, just like he had before. head tilting slightly as though she was about to close the gap before a hefty shove was delivered straight to his chest where her hand had been residing. a dark chuckle leaving her throat as she did so. “c’mon then! we got other places we gotta suss out. heard on the grapevine that a shack a few blocks from here has some decent weapons we can knock off. unless you’re tired?”