⋆.ೃ࿔ @godlyhuntings  ❜͟   
            
            [ suki can be seen leaning back on her forearms atop of the bed.  she watches him struggle in the mirror and she can’t help but bite back an amused expression.  once given the green light to her offer,  feet carry her over to him with ease.  slender painted fingers reach up and gently brush his own hands out of her way. ]    you can do a lot of things that are greater than tying a tie.    [ she reassures.  for a moment,  she focuses on the tie rather than meeting his gaze.  there’s a ache gnawing from inside her chest.  it’s all too familiar—-  especially when near him.  it must be obvious now as she makes the required adjustments to the piece of fabric. ]    I wouldn’t want to impose.  besides,  i don’t have a dress.   [ a lie.  one third of her closet had been taken up by dresses for each of the yearly seasons. ]    

id: @lostinluck 
            please. [ he takes his hand out of the knot he’d created by trying to die his tie instead of clip ons with a sigh. ] i can untangle my way through a bear trap but can’t tie a tie. [ he smiles, walking over to her with his tie now in his hands. his eyes wander for a moment before meeting hers. ] you can still come with me. if you want?

/ im sorry this is so late omg!
            
            id: @wildhunts 
            the hunter was entirely at a loss, his bow retracting back into his band the moment he made contact with her. the hairs on his arm began to raise, not out of fear but of something else— he knew who she was without even having to announce herself. he bows his head carefully, trying not to show the brimming nervousness with a quiver or hesitation. “ thank you, artemis. ” he smiles. what else is there to do when a god compliments you? his hand presses against his chest, heart beating a mile a minute— he was surprised he hadn’t exploded on the spot. 
            
            “ my name is aaron johnston and i’m honored to meet you. ”

id: @malumuse 
            i’m… surrendering. [ the words came out of his mouth slowly, wanting to be vague as he knelt. the panic of not knowing what he must give after his loss weighed on his chest. patience wasn’t a friend of his. ] i can’t wait any longer— please. 

/  ofc lovie  <3333

id: @lostinluck 
            / THANK YOU LEAH <3

/  what’s 4 + 4 ?? 

[ suki barely has time to react before bruce launches himself into her lap like a tiny,  overly confident missile.  one hand instinctively catches the dog before he can slide off her knees.  her fingers move automatically,  scratching behind his ears as he settles like he belongs there.  traitor.  she glances up just in time to see aaron lingering—-  remote in hand but not actually looking at the screen.  he’s watching them.  or her.  a small,  knowing smile tugs at her lips before she sinks back into the couch. ]    i sure hope so.  with the amount of treats and toys,  i’ve earned that title!   [ her fingers scratch behind bruce’s ears,  making his tail thump against the cushion softly. ]   

id: @lostinluck 
            [ a playful pout immediately dissolves, the familiar ache of his cheeks from grinning returns, trying to surpress it as he switches his lips to the side, teeth gently tugging on the inside of his cheek. ] like it’s even a trade, you’re his favorite anyway. [ he chuckles, as soon as he lets go, bruce practically jumps into suki’s lap. he takes the remote, switching to look through the other movies but he pauses, taking a moment to watch them— but mostly her as she turned away. ] 

[ her attention is stolen by the pup,  expression lighting up.  suki doesn’t hesitate to give him the attention he so desperately wants.  she adjusts her position on the couch and makes a motion for bruce to sit on her lap.  dark hues look up to aaron,  now softening. ]    alright!  i’ll trade you the remote for the baby—-

id: @malumuse 
            the first strike from either side showed the most about who they were fighting. his was intentional, meant to show off a careless strength yet risky because he knew no matter what that he would take a hit. he grimaces, landing on a ground in a loud thud. in that move alone he noticed her swiftness and deceptive strength. she was precise, careful, and waiting like a snake, coiling around its opposition with a smile, waiting to drain you of your life. 
            
            for a moment, he remains on the ground, his elbows digging into the rocks that cut into his skin. he could barely feel them, rage and adrenaline keeping him from experiencing the weight of her hit. great, now he knew not to hold back. 
            
            as she remained inches away from him, taunting his resolve. aaron reached forward, grabbing her neck and forcing her close. his head clashes into hers forcing her back as he lets go. the hit was enough to impact him a little too, but he could hardly even process it at the moment. “ glad you think so,” he partially speaks through his teeth. 
            
            
            / sorry this is so late!!!

[✶]  she notices it. the hesitation he tries to bury, the distance when he says that name, ares. she notices the subtle tick in his jaw at the mention of his biological father and diana takes mental note of the effect her cruel jest. 
            a easy breath fills her lungs as he settles into his stance. “may the best win,” she echoes softly  but there’s a flicker of something sharper behind it. 
            
            the moment his fist leaves his guard, she moves. he’s fast, faster than most mortals, faster than some things that weren’t mortal at all but she’s been watching the tension in his shoulder, the shift of his weight but she doesn’t block, blocking is predictable so instead, she pivots.
            
            his knuckles slice through air where her jaw had been a heartbeat ago, close enough that she feels the rush of displaced wind across her cheek. using the momentum of his strike, she steps inside his reach, dangerously intimate, and with one hand grabs his wrist, and with an ease, yanking him to her, her another hand grabbing his forearm and using that momentum to flip him onto the hard forest. 
            
            he lands with a harsh thud, the sound echoing in the space surrounding them and with all the grace of a cat, walks to him, a rather disappointed frown on her lips. 
            
            “that was predictable,” she murmurs near his ear, almost conversational despite the violence threading through them. “you can do better than that, handsome.”

id: @malumuse 
            a quiet scoff followed her evasion, something she seemed to do more than once in their brief conversation. it was now that he was even more grateful he’d chosen a fight and not a battle of wits; his mind was brimming with questions, but she was banking on his frustration— his anger, all of which would make it harder for him to maintain a clear head. 
            
            he swallows. he didn’t know why he agreed, it felt right, like a calling of some kind. she might not have been a creature wearing human skin like the other beings he’d banished back to tartarus and torn through with his bare hands, but he felt the urge to accept her challenge like a sailor knows his way through the sea. 
            
            “ this isn’t about ares. ” a distance in his words as he spoke his name, unable to fully accept the title of father even in cruel jest. aaron starts to get into a comfortable stance, his fists not tightly clenched and his mind shackling him to the earth and ground beneath him. “ may the best win. ” 
            
            the words leave his lips devoid of thought, ready to fight. he never liked attacking first, but, like always, he had an idea. making sure the latch on his gloves was securely fastened, his gaze hardened, focused, ready. without another word, his fist shot out, aiming squarely for her jaw. 

id: @dearprey 
            i dunno… i’ve moved around a lot so it’s nice to have a place i can just come home to and relax. [ he shrugs, satisfied with his answer until he realized why ben might be asking at all. brows furrow, face falling. ] why? 

alright.   ( .. )   how much longer do plan on staying? 

id: @dearprey 
            i just have to feed his cats when i get home and take the trash out to the dumpster every once in a while. they’ve also got free breakfast.