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wow
knows enough to tell me not to cuddle loki but not enough to impress me
nice start there, shooter

Do you want me to come over and bore you even more or not?

was i not clear?

I wouldn't want to be anything but impressive.

If you want Norse, you're going to have to wait. I need to get a book.

it's okay
i have questions about hades anyway

[ should it really surprise him she'd remember anything he said that first night? cerberus has his name because of her. ]

Sure. I like Hades. I'll try and answer them.

But we don't have to hold hands.

okay
so we just hang out without the impeding doom of war

[ how are you meant to hang out without the impending war? ]

Swap war for fresh clothes. You might need to put a name badge on. I could barely recognize you at the fair without you being covered in dirt.

i didn't recognize you without the dirt and sweat and blood either
and clean hair
amazing

I know. I think I like the literal dirty look better on me. It brings out my eyes

and your smell

I think I smell really damn good when I haven't bathed in days. Au naturel should be in all the time.

it's the highest fashion for us

You look pretty good cleaned up. Probably could do with a smudge of dirt on your face to accompany the grease. It suits you.

i don't tell you how to wash your face, do i?

Do you even know how to wash your own face?

if i stopped to wash my face everytime i got grease on it, i never would've gotten down to earth

Raven Reyes can't multitask?

raven reyes prioritizes
i'm going to stop replying since you can't multitask texting and walking apparently

bring coffee

Edited 2015-07-31 02:00 (UTC)

How do you even know I'm walking?

[ don't even bother answering that. ]

Fine. My hands are going to be full. Don't clean your face while waiting for me.

[ maybe bellamy hadn't been so far off when he'd been telling raven he wouldn't be able to recognise her without blood and dirt smeared on her face and her red jacket. he wears a dark blue shirt, the same colour as the one he'd worn on their ground, but without the blood and dirt to accessorise his look. with a tray with two cups of coffee from one of the coffee shops, tucked beneath his arm is a very brand new book on mythology he'd thought to duck into a shop and buy on his walk to raven's. ]

[ he doesn't think about texting her to tell her he's arrived. he doesn't even think to try her door and see if its open for him. even though he can spare a hand and ring the doorbell, he holds the tray with the two drinks in one hand and chooses to knock an odd rhythm against her door. ]

[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,]

So Hades is the god of the dead, right?

[ bellamy figures that at the end of the day here, they're always going to go their separate ways. as much as he wants to keep octavia close, he recognises she's not necessarily a kid anymore, even if she still technically is. she's had a year without him, the very same one he'd spent without her, and although he very much sees his little sister in her, she's grown older and harder. a part of him had tried to smother that when they'd first dropped on the earth. now, he just wants to see it blossom. ]

[ what bellamy knows he can't stand is his own apartment. it's so quiet and eery, unlike his tent where he'd been able to hear the kids outside, yelling and laughing and even whispering while on duty. camp life had always been loud with the cracks of twigs and the fire crackling somewhere nearby. but eudio is quiet. it's like mount weather, sometimes haunting, sometimes on the verge of being deceptively cosy. maybe he'll come to like his solitude, but, for now, bellamy's kind of grateful for an invitation to escape. it doesn't hurt at all that it's at raven's, either. spending time with her outside of the warzone is ... nice. ]

[ but he chooses not to ring the doorbell to only irritate her, if she even cares at all about him opting to knock instead. he notices her hair, wet and down. he's only ever really seen her hair down when she'd come to his tent, as if removing it from its ponytail would make him see less of the mechanic and more of the girl who hid behind her tinkering of radios and bombs. but she's never needed to do that; it's just different, how she looks, without her hair pulled up and away from her face. ]

[ as soon as she takes the coffees from him, he steps inside, grabbing the book from where it's tucked beneath his arm and holding it by his side. even though she'd given him a hint as to why she'd wanted him to come over, he still finds himself a little surprised (and a little grateful) at the abruptness. he may feel a little awkward, but it dissipates as quickly as it arises. his smile is small before he even answers her, ] Yeah. He's a big deal. He and his brothers overthrew his dad, and they claimed the bigger areas to rule over. He got the basement.

[See? Easy. Slip into the story and he forgets to ask why she asked, and she doesn't have to tell him she thought of him when she felt a little bit lonely. Easy. Arguably cowardly.

Whatever. She picks one cup of coffee that she deems will be hers, and even though it's near dusk, she drinks it anyway.]

Sounds like a great family that one. So what, is he all alone in the basement with his three-headed dog?

[ bellamy smiles, shaking his head. unbeknownst to him, he falls almost too eagerly into her trap. he had thought to ask her of why she'd even wanted to know, but had thought maybe it had been curiosity getting the better of her about the stories he'd told her on his very first night here. ]

[ the story of hades and persephone is one that he likes, given that hades seems to be the only god who understands what commitment truly entails. he doesn't think to tell raven that as it may just tangle everything up for her if he goes on and on and on about zeus and poseidon. ] He had a wife. Persephone.

[ unlike her, he doesn't drink his coffee. instead, he moves toward a table to place it on the surface along with the book. he leans against the edge of it, folding his arms against his chest, as he faces her. ] She lived with him for half the year. [ his brows crinkle as he tries to remember. ] That was usually during winter, when the land was dead. [ and after speaking to elsa of hades and persehone and demeter accompanied by the season of winter, he thinks to tack on: ] Her mother was the harvest goddess, and she mourned for her daughter whenever she was in the Underworld with Hades.

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