[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/BkIWOdW.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][color=667c0c][b]#667c0c[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/LHEDwTO][color=808080][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [b][i]their[/i] cabin[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Wes’s pace was steady, almost lazy as he walked alongside Trinity with his arm draped across her shoulders. The cold was… [i]uncomfortable.[/i] Especially without a proper shirt beneath his jacket. But he was content sacrificing a few minutes of discomfort to enjoy walking side by side with her, with their previous disagreement in the past and the knowledge that she was happily moving in with him on the horizon. He was a simple man. His girl wrapped in his arm, no longer mad, with nothing but love between them and the enticing prospect of make up shower sex… That sounded perfect to him. [color=66356a]"Fff…Three? But I reckon we could do it in two."[/color] The gentle bump from her hip pulled him from his thoughts. Wes’s smile grew bright and warm as he head tilted to look down at her. His hand lightly slipped along her forearm, shifting her hold until he was able to lace their fingers together loosely. [color=667c0c]"You gonna load me up like a pack mule?"[/color] he mused while tugging her a little closer into his side like a small hug, but also to shield them both from the cold by using each other for warmth. The remaining walk was peaceful with most of the people spread throughout camp eating or hidden away to avoid the cold or further training—not that he blamed him. When they reached Trinity’s cabin she moved to detangle herself from him, but being greedy and ornery, Wes tugged her closer, turning her slightly so that they stood chest to chest. He held her there for a long moment, gaze locked with hers while his wide and unwavering smile cut sharp arcs into his cheek. It was only when she wiggled and huffed to be free that he relented, but not after stealing a quick kiss and slapping her retreating butt once more… just for good measure, [i]or good luck[/i], maybe both. [color=66356a]"Speaker annnd some jackets,"[/color] Trinity started issuing her commands with an adorably contorted face. Wes scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes as he stepped inside. Jackets and a bluetooth speaker were hardly much when it came to helping someone move. That was a trivial amount of… well, whatever the hell she had in that cabin. He gathered the items she mentioned, but he also scooped up anything else as he came across while sweeping the common areas: another pair of shoes, discarded clothing, and a throw blanket he had caught her curled beneath on several occasions. He started making an orderly stack on one of the armchairs, quickly turning it into a catch-all for anything he knew to be [i]hers[/i] and not a Godly magic feature of the cabin. Meanwhile, from the bedroom he heard Trinity shifting around and considering what to bring or leave behind. [color=66356a]"Sleeping bag?"[/color] His brows furrowed, dramatically judgemental and incredulous as he poked his head through the doorway. [color=667c0c]"... There’s a [i]bed?[/i]"[/color] Wes half stated and half asked rhetorically, like the thought of bringing a sleeping bag sounded so ridiculous that he couldn’t fathom why she’d need it. [color=66356a]"Spare sheets?"[/color] was all she asked in response. Wes snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. [color=667c0c]"I don’t think a second person in my cabin means I’m going to run through sheets faster."[/color] Then he paused, eyes squinting as he tilted his head slightly. [color=667c0c]"Ok well… If yours have survived me living here for the past three months then I’m sure mine will be fine. We haven’t destroyed any… [i]yet,[/i]"[/color] he mused with an all too satisfied smirk as stepped up beside her. He did his best to try and help her fold her clothing so more could fit into her bag, but when half of it was already just sort of… shoved in there, he wasn’t able to do too much. Once the bag was packed far beyond what it should have feasibly held and Trinity had forced the zipper closed, Wes [i]attempted[/i] to reach around her and grab it. His hand didn’t even touch the handle before she was smacking him away with that frustrating fiery determination. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, scowling down at her. [color=667c0c]"I could just throw you over my shoulder and carry you… [i]and[/i] that damn bag if I wanted,"[/color] he challenged her, but inevitably relented… only because it would take more trips to get all of her things if he did that. Otherwise… Wes wandered back out to the living room, tucking the speaker into the pocket of his coat before carefully slipping his arm beneath the prepared stack of clothing and throwblanket. After a couple tosses and adjustments, he was able to hook two fingers into the shoes he had set aside. He wanted to carry more, could have if she loaded him up with a bag or tossed shit over his shoulders, but he also knew she wouldn’t if he asked. It was good enough for a first run, if nothing else. [color=66356a]"Let’s go."[/color] Trinity smiled then made her way out the door. He clicked his heels together in a mock salute. [color=667c0c]"Yes Ma’am."[/color] Then trailed behind her back out into the biting cold of winter. The walk to his cabin was slower and more measured, making sure their steps were solid and stable, and that Trinity’s belongings didn’t get splayed across the snow. While his load was awkward and a bit cumbersome, Wes managed it fine, only adjusting a couple times despite her concerned gaze finding its way back to him every so often. Their journey wasn’t particularly long and fairly quiet, aside from the soft crunch of snow underfoot and the whistle of the wind as it slipped through the trees. When they were somewhere close-ish to the field with a general concept of where the camp’s entrance was, Trinity motioned towards it. [color=66356a]"So I’m thinking of Rocco and stuff and it got me thinking, did you leave anything behind at home? Home home, I mean."[/color] Wes adjusted the stack of clothing draped over his arm before answering. [color=667c0c]"Not really. Shitty dad that was barely home and never let me have pets… Shittier exes."[/color] He laughed sardonically with a weak, lopsided smile. [color=667c0c]"What is it the therapists said? [i]‘I act out and get in trouble for attention…’ ‘A cry for help,’[/i]"[/color] he mused, mocking the various therapists and shrinks his father bought to try and get to the root of his [i]problems[/i] without ever taking the time to talk to him or get to know him. [color=667c0c]"Beverly Hills sucked,"[/color] he added, looking over at her with a small shrug. [color=667c0c]"Rich people with egos bigger than their mansions, cocaine as party favors, and the only thing faker than the people was their faces beneath all that plastic surgery."[/color] He held her gaze, studying her expression curiously before continuing. [color=667c0c]"There’s a reason I was a piece of shit when I got to camp… I was surrounded by a lot of bad influences."[/color] It wasn’t much longer before they reached his cabin. Wes was on autopilot, already gravitating toward the stairs that led up to the treehouse when he was stopped dead in his tracks, nearly bumping into Trinity where she hesitated before ascending. [color=66356a]"If I eat shit right now, I’m suing,"[/color] she chuckled. His own laugh slipped out in sync with hers as he gave her a playful nudge from behind. [color=667c0c]"Go on. I’ll catch you if you slip."[/color] [i]Sure,[/i] that means her belongings would be scattered about in favor of catching her, but priorities. Their climb was slow with a couple slippery, questionable moments, but after some patience they eventually reached his cabin and stepped inside. Trinity had barely dropped her belongings onto the couch before rattling off her renovations plans. [color=66356a]"Okay, so I’m thinking renovate the kitchen, make it larger, add a bathroom downstairs..."[/color] It didn’t last long before her little act was punctuated with a laugh. [color=667c0c]"That’s between you, the Gods—but most importantly—[i]Andy,[/i]"[/color] he rebutted with a warm chuckle as he set down the clothing he held onto the couch with her other things. Renovations around camp basically came down to one of the two resident Hecate kids. And considering his cabin was quite literally torn in half and swallowed by a chasm during Pandora’s Box, Wes was [i]not[/i] going to be the one asking Andy to adjust his cabin that she rebuilt for him in the first place. He knew Trinity was joking, even in her own playfully bossy way, but if she truly wanted to change anything… [i]everything,[/i] he wouldn’t argue. She could paint the whole place pink and he’d just be happy to share it with her. But he still wasn’t going to be the one asking Andy to go Bob the Builder on it. By the time Wes stood back upright and turned toward her, Trinity was already halfway across the room, heading straight for him. His smile grew as her arms wrapped around his neck and drew him down to her level. He had expected a kiss like any other, but as their lips met he felt a wave of love, devotion, and a million other emotions that had been pent up and warring within themselves since their rocky conversation the night before. His arm curved around her waist, pulling her close until their chests pressed together, nearly lifting her off of the ground. He’d kept her there for as long as she’d stay, until their lungs burned and demanded they part if only to breathe. The tip of his nose remained softly pressed against her cheek, lips ghosting across hers with every heavy breath he drew in. [color=667c0c]"You’re playing a dangerous game, Blondie,"[/color] Wes mused, his smile returning effortlessly as his eyes slowly opened to hold her gaze. [color=667c0c]"If you keep kissing me like that…"[/color] He paused, chest rising and falling around another labored breath. [color=667c0c]"The only place we’re going… is to [i]bed.[/i]"[/color] His words were deep, husky, and lustful in the way that only Trinity could stir from him, even when he was trying to be on his best behavior. Before either one of them could pull away or sever their closeness, he stole one more fleeting kiss. [color=667c0c]"I’m trying to be good,"[/color] he whispered against her lips with a guilty smile. [/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] trinity [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] andy [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]collabs[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center]