Their surroundings were quiet yet her head was in turmoil. Why? Was she not good enough? Was he just a pig like all others? Did she do something wrong? Was it her, him or someone else entirely? The fates? Was it never meant to be? Why? Artemis was not insecure, nor was she fickle in judgment, but, most importantly, she knew what she was and what she was not. She did not doubt herself. She did not doubt him. Those thoughts, she realized, were nothing but her anguish given voice, and it was a voice she would not listen to. She could have asked him what did he want to hear, but she didnât. It broke her heart to stare the blatantly fear in his eyes. She had the sudden urge to walk from her spot and kiss him, push him (be pushed?)against the wall and search his mouth with her tongue, to rekindle the arrogant spark on his eyes, to press her body against his â That was her. She half wished she could blame that on the doubtlessly lurking Aphrodite, but that kind of animalistic wild impulse was definitely hers. Instead she pressed her lips in a tight line, taking the bag off his shoulder and placing it on her own. âItâs alright. â  Her voice was no more than a tired murmur. Temptation, she mused  rolling the word on her mind over and over. If she was sincere with herself thatâs what heâd always be for her, but this time she didnât show him her fears, this time she would face it with the courage of a goddess, after all, she was named after one.
       It was ridiculous how much he wanted to stay around her, to be there for whatever the hell she needed (specially now), but at the same time how he couldn't exactly deal with it. Maybe, for the first time, he would admit that she was a little too much for him. She had an aura around her that no other woman in the whole world had, something capable of drop his guard to the ground and cause a feeling of, after the problems with Apollo, fear. Not fear for anything random, but the fear of letting her down again, of being the "himself" that he was with everyone else. She was strong, it was true, but emotions aren't something that could be fought with fists, and he knew it better than anyone. Looking down at her, Orion couldn't help but to wonder if he would ever get the chance of having her for himself, and only himself. He didn't deserved, but he wanted.
       "I hope to see you around." Words came out almost as a mindless description of his feels, but, it didn't mattered. He simply turned his back, painfully, at her and left the hall as fast as he could.
