[She doesn't wash her face for him. She had just gotten off work before texting him about Loki's existence, the thought hitting her out of the blue in the shower; platonically, definitely a platonic shower thought given that all it was was oh I never bragged to Bellamy about that. So her face is clean and her hair is clean and still damp because Raven doesn't believe in hairdriers in this weather, and it's not because he's coming over.
Him coming over, that's not a weird either, she tells herself. It wouldn't be the first time he's taken up space on her couch. And she hasn't questioned it before, not once, because she likes the company -- his company, even. Mostly. Mostly his company. He's among the very few who have seen the inside of her apartment, the others being Hiccup and Annie Cresta that one night they couldn't sleep and ended up watching movies with the dog. And he's definitely the only one she's invited over with the line hold hands or whatever.
Not that she's in a rush, but if he were -- hugging Bellamy wouldn't be terrible.
If he could ring the fucking bell. She sighs and pushes away from her worktable, going to open the door. Clean face, clean clothes, clean hair - and hair definitely down, so it air dries even.]
Oh, good. [She grabs the coffee out of his hand and steps aside to let him pass inside. And before the awkwardness, launches,]
action;
Him coming over, that's not a weird either, she tells herself. It wouldn't be the first time he's taken up space on her couch. And she hasn't questioned it before, not once, because she likes the company -- his company, even. Mostly. Mostly his company. He's among the very few who have seen the inside of her apartment, the others being Hiccup and Annie Cresta that one night they couldn't sleep and ended up watching movies with the dog. And he's definitely the only one she's invited over with the line hold hands or whatever.
Not that she's in a rush, but if he were -- hugging Bellamy wouldn't be terrible.
If he could ring the fucking bell. She sighs and pushes away from her worktable, going to open the door. Clean face, clean clothes, clean hair - and hair definitely down, so it air dries even.]
Oh, good. [She grabs the coffee out of his hand and steps aside to let him pass inside. And before the awkwardness, launches,]
So Hades is the god of the dead, right?