Oliver Hunt (star_hunter) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-06-01 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, artemis, oliver hunt |
It is the highest form of self-respect...
He couldn't put it off. He didn't want to put it off, since he was just worrying more about it the longer they waited, but it had been only fair to wait until everyone was ready. Half of him still wasn't sure this was a good idea, but the other half was absolutely certain. At the very least they could clear the air, make sure they didn't have to avoid each other and make Artemis's life difficult for the next few years (Fates willing).
She wanted to do this in the woods where she felt more in control, and that made sense. So here they were, in a clearing nowhere near the camp, and Oliver was trying very hard to suppress his nerves. He wasn't as worried about his physical well-being as he maybe should have been, not with Artemis there, but emotionally?
Yeah, let's not think too hard about that. Denial, denial, denial.
He found himself lacing his fingers with hers as he nodded, indicating his readiness for her to call Apollo. As ready as he'd ever be, anyway.