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potniaxtheron:

“I’ve often found - in my own experience - that the kindness of strangers far outweighs the kindness of friends and family,” Artemis responded seriously, but she returned his smile all the same, hers bright and open - a genuine smile that signaled the exciting beginning of a new friendship. “A stranger owes you nothing while a friend or relative may feel obligated to feign kindness for the sake of your relationship.” Her family had never seen the point in doing something that seemed so pointless. But deities were known to be selfish creatures. It must come with the territory. She herself had been prone to selfishness every now and then. “But I do genuinely hope that we can move past the stranger stage.” 

A good, loyal friend was quite hard to come by. 

“And on that note, I’m Artemis.” Extending her hand toward him, she raised her eyebrow in question, the gleaming whites of her teeth on display as she waited for him to introduce himself.

“Oh?” A date, was it? How delightful! Even for a goddess who revered innocence above all else. “You sound nervous. Do you not want to go?”

Strange, for he had never known strangers to be kind, not like this. The other Enochians had never been, even Enoch himself had always seemed but a distant, disdainful figure that Darcy would never garner the approval of. Yet, to have a woman be so open with him, so friendly, he hadn’t seen such a thing from a woman since Lydia. 

This woman though, this Artemis, with her floral feel and her sunshine smell for a smile, she was earnest in a way that he wasn’t prepared for. He shook her hand though, just as baffled as he had originally been.

“Dar-Darcy Lockelan.”

“And no-no, I’m...well. I am nervous, I just-he’s beautiful, thi-this man, and I-I want to go on this date, he just-he makes me feel things, and I don’t-I’ve never done this before.”

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potniaxtheron:

As a rule, men had a habit of  generally viewing themselves in a superior light than warranted. She would know. Just look at the pantheon she belonged to and the gods who called it home. Perhaps that was why she’d become known as the goddess who impulsively turned men into creatures as punishment for their transgressions, both large and small. 

But this male offered her a different perspective, his air of innocence bringing a gentle smile to her lips, and she found, much to her surprise, that she was quite comfortable talking to him. “I can’t imagine why anyone would call you anything but what you are - a gentle soul.” This might only be their first meeting, but Artemis knew enough just from the few words exchanged and his demeanor that he was gentle of nature. 

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of violence. 

“You as well?” She leaned across the bench to give his hand a pat. “It’s rare in this day and age, sure enough. But unless it’s your choice, you shouldn’t feel pressured into following their example. Stay just as you are for as long as you can.” Words meant for a child, but they still applied here. It would be such a shame for him to lose that innocence before he was ready to.

He smiled at her, just as embarrassed as he had previously been, and Darcy watched her through his lashes. Eyes falling to find where her delicate looking fingers patted against his own, he took in the difference of their sizes before looking up to her once more. 

“I-I don’t even know your name, but I-well, you a-are wonderful.”

There was a kindness to her that he had only ever experienced from his brother, except, in place of Hyun’s rage and malice, there was a softness to the air about her skin, and a summers breeze to her smile. 

“I won’t, I don’t-well, there’s this-this man. And I’ve got a-a date, but I’ve never been on a date?”

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xrebornfromxashes:

He’d had centuries to learn how to subdue the more … negative qualities of his nature - centuries to live with this impatience, taking slightly longer to adapt to new environments and living conditions - but this … This was different. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, the pads of his thumbs ghosting over the jean material of his pants - a nervous gesture - Jago lifted his gaze toward the ceiling, dark eyes tracing the lines in the plaster as he waited for Darcy’s return, mentally counting down the seconds until he’d succeeded in distracting himself from thoughts of Darcy’s bare chest - arousing thoughts.

It didn’t take long - five minutes at the most - but anticipation made the wait seem longer …

And then the lock finally clicked, and the door opened to reveal Darcy’s flushed face - before the rest of him finally appeared.

“No worries,” Jago murmured, lips curving as he took a step backward, not wanting to crowd him. It wouldn’t do to scare him away just when he’d managed to secure more face time with the man. “So … Where’d you want to go? I’m game for anything.”

And then some.

There was something hot to the others gaze, something that he didn’t quite understand. But, that heat was welcomed, whatever it was, and Darcy gave Jago a shy smile, reaching out to catch his hand. The air around him still tasted spiced, but there was something softer to it this time around, less intense than that first catch. 

“I was actually, um, well-”

Shrugging a little, embarrassed and unsure of how to start, Darcy fell silent for a short while. 

“I-I talked to my friend, and my bro-brother, and I want to-well, I would l-like to go to the amu-amusement park?”

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qxeenofspring:

“Oh hush! I’m just a normal.. person like you! No need to bow and such.”

Persey’s smile falls as she senses the shift in the mood. Her hands creep to slowly twirl her long hair, worrying knots into the silky strands. She doesn’t want to be different. She swallow’s thickly, feeling panic crawl up through her. She sets her shaky hands on the table, trying to distract herself with the texture.

“So, ready to go to that flower shop Darcy?”

And just like that, her spring rain tasted bitter, a tinge of burnt, arsenic to the edges of it, candy-glass sharp around the edges. Darcy frowned, fretful even as he pushed his chair back, for he had done that, hadn’t he?

“Y-yes ma’am. I’m ready whe-when you are.”

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“Don’t underestimate me because I’m quiet. I know more than I say, think more than I speak, and observe more than you know.”

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potniaxtheron:

Artemis smiled at that rather naive point-of-view. If only it were that easy, but unfortunately, nature was not to be taken lightly or trifled with. And some children were just destined to be little monsters. She’d witnessed that rather unfortunate outcome firsthand. “And sometimes, love isn’t enough to conquer nature.” Sometimes, not always, because being able to love someone properly and being loved in return was said to be the greatest gift of all. “But I would very much like to embrace your point-of-view. For a male, you emit a kind of innocence yourself. How … unusual.” It was certainly a rare occurrence. In her experience, very few men retained their innocence.

Her smile faltered slightly at his question, and she lifted her gaze skyward, thinking of how best to answer it. “No. I have no children of my own,” Artemis said quietly. “I’ve been … chaste all my life.” The goddess of chastity must never give hers away - a rule she intended to follow for the rest of her life.

Darcy flushed then, for her words were sharp, but they were kind all the same, and such kindness from strangers was a rarity. His gaze averted then, just to find something else to focus on, but he couldn’t distract from the sugar cookie taste of her kindness, or the caramel creme to the air around her. 

“I-I, well um. I gue-guess I’ve been called worse?”

Innocence. 

It was a far kinder way to describe him than he had heard in quite some time. She seemed just as fascinated, but she didn’t watch him with the same hunger as Jago, and Darcy found that he could breathe in her presence. 

“Truly? I-I’ve never met another, well, a-adult like me.”

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potniaxtheron:

An apologetic smile grazing her lips as she realized her sudden comment could be considered disruptive to other people, especially if they were in the middle of doing something - for this man, it would be reading the newspaper - Artemis smoothed her fingers down the crease of her book as her thoughts took her down a similar path; the path of nurture. 

“Nurture is lovely. It opens the doorway to many possibilities,” she agreed. “But you, the responsible adult, must take care with your words and actions. Children are quite impressionable, and innocence … innocence is so easily lost.” A saddened expression overtook her face at the thought of lost innocence. “Once lost, it cannot be found.”

“Children don-don’t um, well, if you love the-them properly, they don’t have to-to lose that innocence.”

He hadn’t as a child, not really. Hyun had shielded him from the other Enochian’s through his own childhood, had raised Darcy to the best of his ability, and up until their fall, he had thought the best of the world and of humanity. To a degree, he still did, still cared and still loved just the same as he always had. Had his own innocence been lost?

Folding his news paper quietly, Darcy hummed, thoughtful for a moment. 

“D-do you have children?”

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potniaxtheron:

Sitting on a bench in the middle of the park, Artemis watched people come and go, lips tipping up into a small smile when she noticed little girls clinging to the hands of their parents; innocence untouched. 

“How sweet,” she said, looking down at the thick, hardback book titled Nature Versus Nurture; Which One Prevails? propped open in her lap. “Nature versus nurture, huh? An interesting subject.”

He really should think of getting a dog. 

He had the time for one, and the companionship would do him some good. Besides, Hyun had his fish, his girlfriend had a skunk, if the stories his brother told were to be believed, and a dog would do him some good. Maybe, possibly, it would help him with his stutter, having someone to practice talking to more often.

As it was, the woman at the bench beside his decided to speak, and Darcy looked up from his news paper to give her his full attention lest he be considered rude. 

“I-I like nurture myse-myelf.” 

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xrebornfromxashes:

Hand poised to knock - for a third time - Jago paused mid-shift when he found himself staring at the bare chest of Darcy the instant the door swung open to reveal the half-dressed male standing framed in the doorway, slightly captivated by all that lean muscle ( okay, maybe a little more than slightly. )

“Ah … He … llo … “ Before the llo could leave his lips, however, Darcy shut the door in his face, no doubt embarrassed by his state of dress, or lack thereof. 

Coughing into his hand - to hide his laughter - Jago gave the door a light tap. “I’ll just wait here then!” What else could he do but wait for the man to finish dressing so that they could finally get this date underway?

Darting back into the safety of his bedroom, body burning from embarrassment, Darcy pulled at a short sleeved shirt, soothing the dusty grey fabric down with his fingers. Stumbling around for moment, tugging at first socks, then shoes, he grappled at a violet and white flannel even as he rushed back for the door, slipping the long shirt over his arms. 

Lock clicking, he peeked out at the other man, could taste his amusement in the french vanilla hue of the air around him, and Darcy flushed once more. There was no hiding though, not from this, not now, and so he opened the door wider, slipped out into the hall hesitantly. 

“H-hi, I’m, um, I’m sorry ab-about that.”

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When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I am afraid to lose you.

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Anubis: Hm. Finding common ground between two people who don't know one another well ... I never would've imagined it'd come with such difficulty. But I believe you have everything well in hand ... You'll keep me up to date, yes? With how this date of yours turned out?

Darcy: I will! I'll text you as soon as I get home? And I'll...probably look into one of those food fair things, because it sounds fairly fun?

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“I um, well, yes he’s k-kind of spoken for?”

is jago taken?

“Why? Are you interested in our resident firebird?”

“But I would be careful if I were you, friend. I have it on good authority that a certain enochian - a fallen one at that - might very well take … umbrage to that.”

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He wasn’t ready.

That was the first and only thought that went through his head at those heavy pounds on the door, and Darcy froze with his khaki jeans pulled half way up his thighs. 

“Shit!”

Pulling at his pants harshly, jerking the up his legs until he could button them, Darcy hopped in place for a moment to shake at his pant legs until they settled right. Tumbling out of his room then, pushing his way into the living room, Darcy pulled at the front door until it clicked open. 

“Hi-oh.”

He didn’t have a shirt on.

Blinking wide eyes at Jago, glasses skewed, he flushed a brilliant crimson before slamming the door shut once more.

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   Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all. 

Dressed casually in a dark gray funnel neck zip sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans - complete with dark gray low top sneakers - Jago hesitated just outside the door of the address Darcy had texted him hours ago; an invitation to visit. 

         Visit? 

     No, not quite.

A visitor wouldn’t exude the kind of restlessness he did - he who should have been unflappable in the face of new experiences.

Old enough to be dubbed an antique, especially by human standards, he thought he’d experienced it all - and yet, of all the requests for Darcy to make, going on a date - a date, of all things! - hadn’t made the list. 

   Until now. 

Biting the inside of his lip in uncertainty, Jago considered taking his leave before Darcy even realized he was there, his stomach roiling with nervous butterflies. But he quickly nixed that idea, seeing as he’d been given this chance to become better acquainted with the other male - and he didn’t want to blow it on the basis that the very thought of dating made him nauseous. 

     So, it was with that thought firmly in mind that he raised his hand to the door and knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. For good measure.

Better to get it over with now before he lost his nerve.

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Anubis: I agree. It certainly can't hurt to experience something new, and it doesn't sound remotely dangerous, which - in my opinion - is a huge plus ... I believe there's one. Adventuredome or something. I overheard a group of children talking about it. An amusement park should be a good choice, yes? It's a park meant to amuse. I've heard they have numerous attractions to entertain their guests with.

Darcy: Adventuredome. The name sounds a bit...intimidating, but I'll look into it when I get home from work. I would prefer to not let Lydia know where I'm intending to take Jago, she has a habit of being overbearing, even though she means well. But, attractions sound good, I think? I'm not sure how he feels about crowds, but I...should be fine with them.