[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/w1RhJX4.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=#66356a][b]#66356a[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/nzNpMpa][color=9b9b9b][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=9b9b9b][b] Hall [/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [color=808080] [color=#667c0c] “I think you mean [i]romantic[/i],”[/color] he replied after her commentary of how over saturated sweet her previous words were. Anyone else and she would have dived across the table for saying something so absurd. But since it was Wes, she didn’t know whether to wear it as a badge of honour and relief that she could be romantic too for the son of Aphrodite, or uncomfortable and disgruntled that she was getting soft. Still, Wes proved infinitely more important than how she appeared and her compassion was evidently exclusive and limited. He knew it. She knew it. That’s all that mattered. [color=#667c0c] “I… didn’t sleep,”[/color] he responded in succession to hers. [color=#667c0c] “The bed felt empty and cold… and eerily [i]quiet[/i] without you snoring in my ear.”[/color] His foot bumped hers and she looked up at him and smiled tightly. She didn’t mind his joke or grin or…maybe the real fact she did snore but most of it was an exact reflection of how she felt. Her bed was cold, empty and eerie without competing for space on the bed or the noise of someone else. Something she didn’t know had grown to be such a luxurious comfort until he was missing. Her grumbling in herself and frustration had Wes push aside their dishes and take her wrist, pulling it towards him gently. Trinity conceded in letting him comfort her and pull her along where he liked even when she wasn’t sure she deserved his tenderness. He kissed her palm and Trinity twitched up a smile. [color=#667c0c] “We’re not perfect… neither one of us.”[/color] Their fingers slipped through each other and she sighed softly. Not because she was tired or exasperated, but because Wes was gentle and caring and easy to surrender the fight to. He wouldn’t even let her be mad at herself. [color=#667c0c] “And there’s this crazy thing about dancing, you can do it [i]anywhere[/i], anytime.”[/color] Trinity’s gaze slipped to their joined hands and while he squeezed hers, generating a whole series of warmth and assurance, the pad of her thumb stroked his skin. [color=#667c0c] “At midnight on New Year’s Eve, in [i]our[/i] cabin in our pajamas while listening to shitty oldies, or—if I knew you wouldn’t kill me from the embarrassment—right here, right now in the middle of the cafeteria with no music at all, for all of camp to see.”[/color] Her eyes widened for a moment in horror at the mere idea, then she leant forward. She loved Wes. She would do a lot for him. [color=#66356a]“Lucky you know my limits then.”[/color] Like him, she revealed a grin she couldn’t help and brought their entwined hands to her lips this time, kissing his knuckles and masking her growing grin behind his hand. [color=#667c0c] “We had a… I don’t even know if I’d call it a disagreement. But so what?”[/color] Wes shrugged while Trinity listened to his sweet assurance continue. [color=#667c0c] “I’ll upset you and you’ll upset me. And we [i]still[/i] fight far less than Andy and Mason.”[/color] Trinity scoffed quietly, unsure how to feel about that comparison. Were they a good margin or a toxic margin? [color=#667c0c] “I’m not going anywhere because we had a fight. I love you and it’ll take a whole hell of a lot more to scare me away.”[/color] [color=#66356a]“I know,”[/color] she replied, her voice softer than she knew it could ever be. [color=#66356a]“You’re far too stubborn to head in the opposite direction,”[/color] she teased with a brief smirk. [color=#66356a]“But I love you too. It’s still nice to hear though,”[/color] she admitted. Hearing from the source itself that they were sturdy and he wasn’t going to walk away at any minor disputes was honey to her. And he didn’t even try. Imagine what he could do when he unleashed his powers. Trinity tilted her head curiously when Wes got up. She prepared to brush herself off, forfeit food and walk with him somewhere, but he only walked around the table and took a seat beside her instead. She smiled, eyes expectant and wondering on him until he spun her chair around and pulled her in closer. Her eyes lit up a moment in shock before settling in her new position with a quiet laugh and fond expression. [color=#667c0c] “So… [i]Xena[/i].”[/color] His voice dipped to sharing something privy. Trinity’s eyes scanned his. [color=#667c0c] “Will you move into my cabin with me?”[/color] he asked. [color=#667c0c] “I can make it [i]way[/i] worse and get on one knee if you want.”[/color] He was joking and she knew it, but she still couldn’t stop the rapid response, hands clapping down on his knees, holding him in place. [color=#66356a]“No, no, no. I’ll move in with you. No scene required.”[/color] She leant in and gave him a fleeting kiss and warm smile. She drew back slightly and turned for the plates Wes had pushed aside. His was as good as scraps but hers was still half full and she dragged it between them. [color=#66356a] “After you help me eat. I know you can pack more away somehow, someway.”[/color] Honestly the way his food did a disappearing act showed he could have more, and frankly, he probably hadn’t had a workout quite like the obstacle course for a while. So she was in full support of more energy, and muscle and joint repair. She picked at the plate herself. Her eyes travelled briefly between food, the main hall gradually becoming more occupied and Wes. Trinity pressed her tongue to her cheek, refraining from behind a broken record, bringing up matters like how outnumbered they were in camp and allies now, most people strangers with supernatural powers that wouldn’t hesitate to use them. More trial and challenges ahead that would benefit from two arms. But it was always in her eyes. The way her eyes gravitated to the stump where his whole arm should be when it bothered her. Trinity cleared her throat leaning towards him. [color=#66356a] “How about I get some stuff, bring it to yours. You shower. And [i]then[/i], we go bother Rae for a project.”[/color] Trinity rose her brows, expecting only one answer. Subtlety wasn’t for her and they both knew it. But the blonde daughter of Ares was done asking and tip-toeing around it. When Wes was done, she rose to her feet. [color=#66356a] “If not for me, do it for the healer.”[/color] She nodded towards Tapeesa’s table. The minute Wesley got up, Trinity clasped his arm, her gaze cast elsewhere. Hephaestus children had to feed some time. The hall was a prime spot. And what if they forfeited their perfect position? [color=#66356a] “[i][b]Or[/b][/i] do we wait her out here?”[/color] Trinity brainstormed aloud, eyes narrowing slightly in plot. [color=#66356a]“You know her cabin?”[/color] Her eyes flickered on Wes, eyes clouded over with something — a thrill and desperate flare. It took a second but she suddenly became grounded in reality again, eyes softening. Wes knew where her cabin was. He led her there. She didn’t need to be [i]‘hunted’[/i] or [i]‘waited out.’[/i] They’d meet up with her at some stage, in their own time. Wes was still shirtless. She released Wesley’s arm and put on her jacket, furrowing her brows. [color=#66356a] “Think dad’s instincts are taking over a bit,”[/color] she muttered, more as an apology and explanation than concern. 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