|Atë (recklessate) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-12-23 08:27:00
|Entry tags:||ate, moros|
WHO: Ate & Moros
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Ate's apartment
WHAT: The worst people being the worst
WARNINGS: Surprisingly, probably not too much. Some talk of torture and flirting. TBA.
Ate had never been a planner and sometimes that turned out to be a problem. Like when she decided to kidnap a goddess on the spur of the moment for shits and giggles. Right now said goddess was bound and gagged in the bathtub while Ate pondered what she was going to do with her. She didn't want to kill her... maybe? It would probably draw too much attention.
Tomorrow. Tonight she was going to sit around and drink with Moros instead. Maybe they'd torture Aglaia together. It'd be almost sweet.
When she heard the knock on the door she was just pulling the reheated burritos out of the microwave. "It's open!" she called out, licking melted cheese off her fingers and pouting at it scalding her. "You like burrito?" she asked the Di Nocti who'd entered.
Moros liked Ate. It was always nice doing what he did best with like-minded people, it really couldn't go down any other way. Especially when there was Mexican food and possible torture involved.
So he pushed open the door when she called and went inside. "I do indeed like burrito," he replied, inhaling the smell of cheese and spices. "I think you'd have to be kind of crazy to not like burritos."
"That's what I think too," Ate said with a smile, bringing the plate over to the coffee table in front of the couch. "Sometimes I think about being back in Greece and how great that would be, but they never had Mexican food."
She threw herself down onto the leather sofa and then looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Where's my letter jacket?"
"Would be nice," he agreed. "Damn country seems determined to keep us here." He picked up a burrito off the plate and bit into it, hissing as the hot food seared his tongue.
He shrugged. "Couldn't actually find it, but I did find a class ring I forgot I had. And I seem to remember you telling me once that jewelry trumps clothes."
(Ate didn't smirk when Moros burned his tongue. Certainly not. That would have made her a terrible person.) At the sight of the ring Ate laughed loudly. "Where did you swipe this thing from?" she demanded to know before stretching out her hand and wiggling her fingers at him. "Go on then, slide it on and see if it fits, sugar."
Moros stuck out his burned tongue at her, waiting a moment before answering. "Swiped it off a college kid a few months back," he told her. "In the wrong place at the wrong time, poor kid," he added, a mock-sympathetic expression on his face.
He set his food down and picked up the ring, sliding it onto her left hand. She was a tiny thing, and the ring was made for a man, but it wasn't too loose. "Looks good," he said, a little smirk on his face.
"Oh baby," Ate said as she grabbed him by the wrist to pull him down onto the sofa and half onto her. "You're so good to me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Moros only had about three seconds to smirk before he wound up sprawled all over Ate and the sofa. Not that he minded, of course. Kissing Ate was awesome. "Only the best for you, sugar," he chuckled.
"Should I take this as an engagement ring?" Ate asked him, battling her eyelashes sweetly as she slipped her thigh up between Moros' legs. Lips against his ear she crooned, "Are you trying to make an honest woman out of me, cupcake?"
Moros laughed. "Can you imagine the looks on everyone's faces if we announced we were getting married?" he asked, kissing her neck. "And I don't think I'm the best person to be making an honest woman out of anyone, given that I'm...well, me."
Ate laughed as well, picturing the disbelieving looks perfectly and then making a little moan of happiness at the feeling of his lips. It would be kind of great, really...
"We totally should," Ate said with a grin, pushing him back off her so she could look at him and smacking him on the arm as though to get his attention. "We totally should! We should get married!" Ate was cackling and looking delighted and it was hard to tell if she was being serious or making a joke.
Moros was a little thrown at the abrupt shove, but rallied quickly. "What...really?" he asked, laughing a little. "That would be pretty hilarious, I have to admit. I'd love to see my mother's head metaphorically explode."
"Really really," Ate declared, sitting up properly as the idea took hold on her. "We could do, like, the whole big wedding and make people buy as presents and do this whole 'head-over-heels for each other' thing!" Ate clapped her hands together and laughed, a sound that had an edge of madness to it even at the best of times.
Moros sat up backward as she rose off the couch, watching as the idea took hold in her brain. And, if he was being honest with himself, this had the potential to be really fucking awesome if they saw it through all the way to the end. He snickered.
"Alright," he said, once she was done laughing. "I'm game. Although if you want decorations and flowers and things, you can pick them out. I don't have the first fucking clue about that stuff. Oh man, this is going to be excellent."
"I'm gonna have to pretend I care about flowers?" Ate asked in confusion. "No one is going to believe that," she said with a dismissive wave before clicking her fingers with excitement. "Oh! I can have a proper wedding this time, with dead people and a slutty dress!" She leaned into Moros and kissed him. "My hubby."
Moros shrugged. "Fuck if I know. And they might if we play up the whole 'head-over-heels' thing. Besides. You're the very embodiment of infatuation. They could very well chalk it up to you just being you. And I definitely approve of the slutty dress," he finished with a smirk.
He grinned, leaning into the kiss. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact I'm gonna have a little wife."
"I could make you infatuated with me," Ate purred as she pressed herself close to him, her breath warm and her nails just pressing into his skin lightly. "You'd never even know what hit you, sugar."