Don't be afraid to catch feels, ride drop top and chase thrills,
Baby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels, feels with me
Artemis had been casually watching the show, Sivvy's body pressed to his side, a welcome warmth. the food was all but gone now and they were getting to a rather intense fight scene. He glanced down at her to see her reaction, only to realise that she was asleep. He smiled softly, admiring her features, she looked very much how he imagined she would asleep. Like a pretty doll, so calm and serene. He enjoyed the view for a moment, before reaching out for one of his throws he would drape it over them both, before settling into the sofa. Where he would too, would slowly drift off into a pleasant, peaceful doze.
Red eyes would lock across the plains of the unknown lands; eyes of pain, anger and uncertainty. A time has passed since that night that they had fallen asleep on his couch, and the scenario they had found themself in was vastly different. Artemis looked across from Sivvy, as she stood over the mangled figure that was her clone. The tension in the air was thick, an eerie quiet that settled across the area despite the savage beating that had just occurred and the burning trees that stretching on behind them.
"She touched you,"
Her words were quiet, but he heard them clearly, a pang of guilt rippling through him once again. He never wanted to hurt Sivvy, and yet despite her usually unemotional self, the pain was obvious. He had fallen for her clones tricks and now she had lost control, something he understood very well. He nodded, not sure what to say, what could he say really; Don't kill her? It felt like such a big ask for such an easy question. He didn't know what to do, he felt so lost, could he really just watch this go down?
"Artemis, she's not me,"
He would hear the soft tremble in her voice, his eyes falling to the number on her neck. A reminder of who she was, of the past, she was chained to. The past he suddenly realised that he was desperate to free her from. But how could he help her? His mind raced with thoughts on what to do, so unsure of himself. He knew what he wanted, but did she want it? With her final cry, as though pleading to the heavens something would change. He would witness the familiar spirit behind her, the one he had met at the wedding in February. She would smile knowingly at him, all the while Sivvy's hair would turn black. She was still Sivvy, but just a little different, he realised this and he also decided that he could no longer just stand there and watch. He needed to do
He strode toward her, closing the distance between them, reaching out, he would take Sivvy's hands firmly, pulled her toward him. "I know,"
He began softly, reaching up he would stroke her hair, pulling it gently forward into her line of view. "You ARE different from them."
He told her, pressing his forehead against hers. His hands travelled to her face, fingers tucked around her neck, and thumbs stroking her cheeks. "You. Are. Sivvy."
He told her, creating a pointed pause between each word. His eyes remained focus on hers, trapped in her carmine hues, unable to pull away. At that moment all his doubts, his uncertainties, all of them would melt away. He knew what he needed to do, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahh, screw it."
He remarked defiantly, as he gave in to his true desire, his next action-fueled completely and entirely by his longing with the one thing he knew he had to do. Leaning forward, he would truly close the distance between them...
And kiss her.
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