gone tomorrow, here today [love x areto]
Jun 17, 2021 14:29:00 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 17, 2021 14:29:00 GMT -5
C A L L U M |
L O V E
Well, Areto Pavalis was nothing if not interesting.
He'd nearly chewed through his lip watching her interview from the District Two quarters, all narrowed eyes and furrowed brow and tilted head. She is strong, really fuckin' strong. He'd muttered to Apruva as she stood to his left, fumbling desperately with the chain of the gauntly bracelet that curls up her forearm. But lord, she's as cold as ice up there. It'd perplexed him to the fullest extent, enough to carve a smile onto his face and circle her name in his little journal, his brain pointing out all of the unanswered questions about Areto that he knows she wouldn't have the decency to give him. But it's enough to keep him entertained and focused,
and it's enough for him to approach her the very next morning in the Training Center as she launches knives forwards towards the dummies around her.
"Y'know.." He starts as he saunters into the path of a raised knife. His eyes flick upwards to the blade, admiring the way the lights arc and bend on the surface before they drift back down to Areto's gaze, as if daring her to bring it down towards him. "You'd probably be a bit better off with sponsors if you showed some charisma."
He'd seen Areto's spar with Emerson days prior, had watched their lips move and their eyes connect in either admiration or, at the least, respect. Which meant, by default, she probably fucking hated him. He'd grown to discover that any friend of Emerson Le Roux didn't exactly enjoy his presence, Julian included.
"Love." He says in mock introduction, gaze drifting to the wounded dummies of the range. Red seeps from the knives she's launched into them, pooling to the floor below and cementing her deadliness. "Nice aim."