Artemis alias Lucy Knight (ex_potniathe253) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-02-05 22:16:00 |
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Current mood: | surprised |
Entry tags: | apollo, artemis, elton nius, lucy knight |
Who: Artemis and Apollo/Lucy and Elton
What: Meetings in Disguise!
Where: Archery Range
When: Some undisclosed afternoon this week.
Warnings: Honestly nothing that occurs to me. Language?
No work today and damn if that wasn’t a relief. It wasn’t the animals at the clinic that got to Lucy, never had been. Animals were usually not that annoying when you could hand them back to their humans as soon as the doctor was done with them. Their humans on the other hand, well let’s just say they made her shudder. After yesterday’s incredible game of phone tag and the hyper grade school field trip, her nerves were about shot. Time to do something about it then, she thought, and picking up the bow she hadn’t worked with since before she’d left for Miami, she glanced through the phone book, found the nearest range and rushed toward it as fast as she could. Better get this out before she killed someone.
It had been a challenge, to say the least, to find the bow that Shiri had given him sometime last year, but in between bouts of swearing and breaks for smoking, Apollo managed to uncover it in a closet inside a room no one ever used. Weird.
To say he was displeased with the situation at hand was probably an understatement. It was true, he did enjoy hunting, but he didn't enjoy it when he had to spend an entire day with someone he loathed on principle. He'd liked hunting with his sister, and he supposed D wouldn't be so bad, though they'd probably end up doing something else entirely... Ahem.
After agreeing to the stupid trip, he'd decided that he ought to get some practice in, just in case; there was no way in Hell that he was going to let himself look incompetent. It had just been so long... Oh well; at least the range was outside so he could smoke...
Okay, this was already getting better. The range had a familiar sort of comfort to it, like most ranges did. Sure, the layout was obviously reversed and turned around from place to place, but really, they were easy to maneuver around once you had the basics down.
So fair enough, she settled everything with the nice people inside, filled out a safety form that really was too laughable for words. The worst part of all was probably that most of the posted rules were actually in place because someone had done something like trying to play William Tell. Had people gotten stupider in the past hundred years?
Shaking her head, she signed off on the papers anyway, paid the nice people for a couple hours and headed out to start shooting. Ahh, that was more like it. And this arrow was just for that particularly annoying freckled kid…
Ahh paperwork. Apollo filled it out with the apathetic air that was usually found in tellers at the DMV; he didn't want to deal with it, and the people feeding him papers really didn't want to deal with him if they kept it up. They were incredibly lucky that they weren't sporting a 'No Smoking' sign.
As he wandered out into the range, he took stock of his options. He could settle in beside the Archery class, a gangly teen trying to impress his girlfriend's dad, or the grumpy looking blonde woman who was probably imagining her boss's face on the target.
He chose the blonde, and dropped his cigarettes and carefully set down his things before searching for his lighter. Once the nicotine fit had been taken care of, he sorted the rest of his gear and stepped up to take his first shot, which he was considering doing with his eyes closed, just for shits... Well, maybe not the first one...
Maybe it was a bad thing to totally let herself go here, but…hell with it. No one was going to recognize Artemis here and now, now were they? Besides, stress relief trumped secrecy even if everyone here was probably too blind to notice anything.
Keeping this in mind, she loosed another arrow with a bit more force this time, grinning in triumph as she hit dead center. Hadn’t lost her touch then after all. That sort of thing was good to know.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the new guy arriving, and for some reason, glanced at him a second. She hadn’t bothered scouting out anyone’s skill here yet, but this one at least looked like he knew what he was doing, or had some instinct or something. Better, she thought, approvingly, then tried to turn her attention back to her own quiver. After all, staring was so *rude*.
Seeing as how he had never used the bow, couldn't remember the last time he'd picked one up even, he settled for a few test shots just to make sure there were no serious adjustments that would need to be made.
Four shots later, he took a short break to get rid of some ash and scope out Miss Hate My Job next to him. If he hadn't come across her in a place like this, he never would have guessed she even knew that a bow wasn't just something you put in your hair. Or on a small animal, children included. He supposed it was bad that he just assumed that all women, his sister being the exception, couldn't shoot, of if they could, weren't terribly serious about it. But he shouldn't look too long, he reminded himself, because the last thing he needed was some chick thinking he was interested...
Now then, time to test just how good he was feeling now; he readied another arrow and closed his eyes.
Artemis felt his eyes, but did her best to shrug that off. Explaining everything really wouldn’t work with mortal guys after all. She’d told a couple people she was a nun before but then they expected you to know things and Artemis personally didn’t know of any nuns with her vocabulary so that one wasn’t really believable.
Anyway, it probably wasn’t like that. She hadn’t bothered to do anything special when she left the house. Brushed some dog hair off her shirt yeah, and made sure that there weren’t visible stains, but other than that…well there was nothing interesting there right now and she knew it.
So, okay, back to archery and not thinking about how being around him was sort of distracting in a way she couldn’t really place. Damn it, now she’d missed one.
Another one, without looking, and he opened his eyes in time to see it hit the target. "Ha~!" He was also in time to see his neighbor's arrow miss, and he clucked his tongue sympathy as he ground his filter into the dirt. It would probably be very...conceited of him to even entertain the idea that he'd distracted her, but...well...that's just how he was. "Can't hit the target if you're looking at me, you know~" Smirk.
Had he just…what? Now Artemis was really looking at him, not just thinking about looking at him secretly when he wasn’t looking at her. Did that make sense? Probably not. …
“There are better things to look at here.” She told him, with a sniff, not denying that she’d been looking, but not confirming that little fact either. “Why would I waste time with you?”
He waggled a finger at her. "Nothing better to look at here than me, don't lie now." Smirk~ He turned away briefly to grab another cigarette. "Why? Oh...I don't know~ Maybe because I'm the only person in this place worth wasting time on? I mean, have you looked around here? Makes me cringe..." Puff~
Okay, he had a point. That still didn't mean that Artemis was going to admit it to him. She’d never been one to concede points or admit anyone was right. Maybe on the rare occasion, that person had been her brother but that had been so long ago, she’d gotten out of the habit of trying to find neutral ground.
“Oh I don’t know. “ She cast her eyes across the rest of the range, trying to find something to help her argue with this guy, then gave herself away by snorting loudly as the teenager lost his arrow before even loosing it. “…That doesn’t mean that I was looking at you anyway. The targets are still much more fascinating.” Hmph.
"Then why did you miss?" He raised an eyebrow, and turned back to his own target. "If you were really that into the targets you probably wouldn't have missed so badly." Not that he was paying much attention himself, but that was different. That was on purpose.
Oh of course it was. "If you weren't looking at me, maybe I'd have been more into them." she told him archly, raising an eyebrow. "You probably wouldn't have startled me, though let's just get this straight, I don't do the whole dating thing." Sniff.
Apollo laughed, and took another shot. "Oh the irony. Here I was worried that you might start to think I as interested. Now that would have been awkward." And another shot, just for good measure. "I am awash in a sea of estrogen already, sweetheart, so you needn't worry that I'm out looking for any more; too many sisters turns a guy off boobs, you know."
Artemis drew out another arrow and prepared to outshoot him just for that. Hell, if he had any idea who she was he wouldn't be doing this. If this were the old days she would have just smited him, (smote him?) where he stood but since she couldn't do that anymore, she may as well show him up. His type always could benefit from that. "Yeah?" she asked, taking a few steps way back before letting her arrow fly. "Should have guessed you weren't man enough for those."
Snort. "Oh, I see. You're one of those feminist types, right? And I'm just insulted you and everything you stand for or whatnot?" Ha. He backed up as well, a step further than her even, and shot again. "I suppose it would only make things worse if I said I have no problem getting women, I just need a break from them? Or that, when this conversation started, I didn't intend to offend you? No, probably not..."
"Not so much a feminist type." Artemis considered whether or not this was actually true and shrugged. After all, it wasn't like she planned to burn her bras and enslave this guy or anything. "Just anti asshole, you know?" She took another several steps back, further than he'd gone and nocked another arrow then let fly, immediately following it up with a second. "I could see that." she said at last, considering the break from women deal. "We can get annoying when we've been with men too long."
"You've known me, what, 10 minutes and you're already calling me an asshole. Nice. You sure you don't know my family, because they'd all agree." So it was a contest, was it? Well he could do that. It'd be good practice for kicking Freyr's ass later. He moved beyond her a few steps, and matched her two shots with three of his own. "I'm just tired of always having to be the wrong one, you know? Like women never cause problems or deserve crap from anyone. Guys are far less trouble; my boyfriend acts up I just punch him in the face and get it over with. You can't hit girls though, they send you directly to jail." Pfft.
"Pretty sure." Artemis went for the closing her eyes trick this time. Might as well go for it, this was fun. "Mine probably thinks that I'm a heinous bitch still so we might be even there." And there the arrow went. She didn't bother opening her eyes, settled for hearing it thunk into place instead. Ah better! "That's because too many men were assholes once upon a time." And she had stories, not that she could tell them here. "Ruins it for the rest of you who only do the asshole bit sometimes." Like now.
Apollo took another step back and closed his eyes as well. Now why couldn't he take this lady hunting with him? Sure, she thought he was a jerk, but she knew how to shoot, and that was half the fun anyway. Sigh. "I admit, my bias towards women is solely the fault of my sisters. They've given me so much crap since I moved here that I think it's going to be a long time before I set foot in that territory again. I mean, I don't deny I'm an asshole, because clearly I am, but it just seems like the label gets slapped on when I'm trying *not* to be one." Grumble.
"That was you not trying?" Artemis had to laugh a little as she shot again, then opened her eyes to watch him for a few minutes. Yes, she was peeking! Oh no! "Sounds like me not trying sometimes, so maybe we're both fucked. Siblings..." she added, shaking her head. "My own are pretty much screwed up, and probably warped me for life." Oh that was the understatement of the century. "I mean we've probably all got a screw loose but..."
Snort. "I didn't say I was trying not to be one now, though I wasn't exactly putting effort in either way. I meant...you know, in general." He couldn't see her peeking, as he was too busy keeping his own eyes closed and shooting; they all made pleasing thuds into the target, thank you very much. Sigh.
"Take one of my little sisters, for instance. She's getting married to some jackass I can't stand. Used to be she gave a rat's ass what I thought. Used to be she...you know...asked me about these things first. Not this time. OH NO! She asks me about the psycho she married last year, but this slightly more normal guy? I don't even get a text. Then she wonders why I'm pissed off when I hear about the whole thing from the Old Man." Twitch. "Then she's got the nerve to come back and tell me what she wants me to do, and how she wishes I would feel. I have to go hunting with this prick because she thinks we'll be *best buddies* if we can just get along. I swear...I am going to shoot him in the face the first chance he gives me..."
Married last year and already getting married again? These people sounded about as fucked up as what Artemis remembered of her family, not that she'd really talked to many people besides Apollo in the end and sometimes her father. There had been her nymphs to hunt with most of the time anyway, so the drama had been fairly easy to avoid if you knew how. With mortals like this guy though?
"That all sounds slightly redneck." she blurted out before she'd actually thought about the fact that maybe this wasn't the way to go. "But seriously, she didn't even let you know?" THUNK! There went an arrow of her own as she tried to work out what sort of dysfunctional jerks this guy's family must BE. For just a second she had the urge to do something to help him but probably her best ideas would not well received by law enforcement. "So she just up and plans to leave and expects you to get along? What is this, the children's after school special?"
"Sometimes I wonder if they aren't all really from West Virginia..." He sighed, and reached over to set down his bow, and light another cigarette before heading out to retrieve his arrows. "We had a...disagreement of sorts before she went out to meet this guy in DC. I didn't hear from her again until she was crying at me because I was pissed off. I still don't know if she's moving out there or staying here, and frankly I don't care at this point." Wow, some of these were in there good...
"She wants things to be the way they used to be between us, and I just have to laugh. You don't spit in someone's face like that if you care so much about them. She must think this is some sort of...fucking fairy tale if she really believes I'm not going to kick this guy's ass while we're out alone in the woods together. Be on my best behavior, she says." Snort. "My best behavior is not getting my clothes all bloody while I murder him..."
"The way they were when she's all but gone and said you could fuck off and then changed her mind when she got what she wanted?" Artemis shook her head, and decided she might as well grab her own arrows too. "That's just..." she shook her head. "Why do people think betrayal is so easily solved?"
"Ah, because they never see it like that. She doesn't think she's betrayed me at all, and just stares at me blankly when I try to impress upon her that, in essence, that's what she's done. And then...THEN..." He paused to take a serious drag on his cigarette and pull out a rather stuck arrow, "she says she's *sorry*. She's SORRY for what she did, SORRY that we fought, sorry sorry sorry. And then bursts into tears when I tell her that's nice, but too bad." He shook his head.
"After so many apologies, 'sorry' ceases to mean anything anymore. They always do this to me! They push and push, and then I get angry, and then they're sorry and I'm just supposed to smile at them and say it's okay and go back to normal. I am so fucking tired of that nonsense..." Siiiiiiiiiigh. He glanced at the woman next to him and shrugged a little. "Sorry." Chuckle. "I just don't have a lot of people to...you know, rant to; I'm sort of on a side by myself, if you will."
"Hey, you've got every right to rant." Okay so Artemis would definitely try to keep tabs on this one. Family dramas were one thing to involve oneself in, and it wasn't always the best idea to do it when it came to mortals but. Eh...something about this guy was different, and even though he was sort of an asshole, he at least was genuine about the rest of it. She could tell these things about a person usually. It had been a while since she'd interfered with anyone's life so why not get back to it? "Sounds like you're on the better end of things though, sticking to your side. There's nothing to get you there."
Leaning against the target, he took a few minutes to finish smoking in silence. "Ah, but my side is frequently invaded by everyone else's side as they try to get me to see things the way they do, or change how I am because they don't like it. My sisters are even guilty of that, most of them anyway, even though they're ever quick to tell me that they love me 'just the way I am'." He ran a hand through his hair absently.
"Sometimes I really wonder why I care so much about keeping them happy and so forth. I try to look out for them, do the whole...big brother thing...and it just comes back to bite me in the ass when I'm done. It's enough to make me wish the Old Man had stopped at two..." He and Artemis, wherever she was, would have been just fine being only children. Well, the only two children. Then again, that would mean no D, and...well...
Okay, stopped at three kids then.
"Sometimes I think it would have been lot's better if it was just my twin and me." Artemis mused, thinking it over. Where *was* Apollo these days anyway? She wished she knew an actual way to check, but if he was somewhere he didn't want to be found, well she wasn't going to have any luck there, was she? "Everything else was so messed up, I haven't bothered dealing with any of them in years. It's vaguely guilt inducing but then again, if I were actually around them all for very long, someone would snap." Probably her.
It was...mildly creepy that she had a twin too. Enough that he didn't mention it at all, lest she think he was...some sort of weirdo. Well, more than she already did. Heh. "Oh, I went through that phase already; be glad you didn't meet me then." He laughed, a little, but at least he could laugh about it now, right? A few weeks ago, he couldn't even be bothered to smirk at a whole lot...
"Probably this would have ended a lot bloodier and then you wouldn't be around to finish off your sister's guy when you go out." Artemis teased. It was weird how she felt suddenly relaxed around this guy now, when just a little bit before, things had been anything but. "Of course I wouldn't be here either in the end in that case." She glanced across the range again. "The poor instructor there would get stuck mopping us up."
Grin. "He deserves as much; have you seen how he's teaching them to hold those things? It's no wonder none of them can shoot..." He shook his head. So sad. Half of those people shouldn't be holding a bow in the first place, let alone paying this hack to teach them how. "They'd be better off with paintball guns..."
"Paintball." Artemis shook her head, watching the group. "Between us, I wouldn’t' trust them there either, but at least no one would stand the risk of dying. It's people like that who make the posted rules make sense." Sigh...
"I never said I'd trust them, I just think they'd be better off. Or, at least, archery would be better off." Hmph. He crossed his arms over his chest. "If you aren't going to take the sport seriously, then get the fuck out, you know?"
"Definitely." Artemis agreed, turning her attention toward the teenager again. "And look at this one. It could be cute, all adolescent posturing but instead it's just pathetic. " she shook her head. "How can people enjoy something if they're not doing their best?" And if they didn't like it that much why were they even here? "If half of them were trying it would be different even, but they all just look bored."
Sigh. "It's not even just here. It's...everywhere. Musicians who don't enjoy what they're playing, artists and writers who force themselves to create things to meet deadlines, and doctors and actors who do it just for the paycheck. And the people who do enjoy the things they do, who are serious about doing them, and being good, are looked at like they're insane..." Such a shame, really.
"It's such a bloody apathetic world now." Artemis sighed in disgust as she really thought about. "As if the money replaces what really matters. Way back when all of that was being created it was different. People didn't rush out anything half assed and expect it to be adored." No real artist would ever have pushed themselves to meet a deadline, they'd have pushed themselves to get things right and then not even been sure. "What made them all...Us all," she corrected, and hoped he hadn't noticed that slip, "change so much?"
"Organized religion and cable TV," he said without missing a beat. He was pretty sure that was it. When he'd been...important, no one would have done this sort of shit. They would have worked at it until they thought it was perfect, and then hoped to the high heavens that he thought so too. People cared back then, like she said. "I'd kill to go back to the way things were..."
"Definitely." Artemis nodded at the last part. "At least it was easier to understand them then. Humanity." she added, pushing a loose piece of hair out of her eyes. "Right now, I wonder why I even bother." Seriously. Back when they'd looked to her, it had been better. Not perfect, since nothing ever was, but easier to work with and far easier to help. Now she wondered how many people would even accept that sort of help, or even come to recognize it. Sometimes she wondered what the good of being here was, but she tried not to ask those questions all that much. After all, that wasn't what she was supposed to do.
"You and me both." Really, what was the point? To help out mortals who could care less about him now? Why should he be so generous and kind when they'd deserted him? It wasn't fair to expect benevolence from him when all he got in return was forgotten. Ingrates, the lot of them.
Not exactly ingrates in her case but then, Artemis had never really told anyone who she was. The circles she'd been in would have had her locked up in a straight jacket if she'd said anything and now, no one believed in anything and that was that. "Something's got to change, but I don't hold out hope."
"I gave up hope on the human race a long time ago." A long, long time ago. The best they could hope for, he supposed, is that they just...did themselves in and started over. It was sort of depressing to think that he'd still be around to see that happen, if it happened, hundreds or thousands of years into the future. Heh.
"It makes you hope they have another ice age and no one knows what to do about it." Artemis said, quite honestly. "I've met a few exceptions I'd be sad to watch go out with that, but by and large, they're just embarrassing their ancestors." To think what the queen would have had to say about those clowns over in England who weren't even ruling now. And that was just one example.
The implications of their conversation were lost on him for the moment. It was just so nice to talk to someone who had the same point of view for a change. Someone who understood. "Yeah, there's a few I'd be disappointed to see go, but...yeah. Most of them aren't even worth a second thought." An ice age would be funny...Watching PETA in an ice age would be even funnier...
Artemis had forgotten about the implications the second he hadn't gotten all weird about her first slip in this conversation. She wasn't sure yet why he hadn’t but she wasn't going to question things either. You didn't find people on your wavelength any day anymore and, well, yeah, it was worth him thinking she was a little nuts.
That was so true. He could count the number of people he'd met in his lifetime that 'got it' on one hand; there were like...four. It wasn't something that happened every day, or even every lifetime. The mortal kind, of which he'd lived through many. He glanced over at her, narrowed his eyes for a moment in thought, and then laughed.
"You think now that we've moved past you wanting to shoot me, and gotten all philosophical about the human race, I could get your name?"
"Oh definitely." Artemis really wanted to tell him the entire truth, but now that she was actually remembering exactly where they were, that she was standing here talking to a mortal guy, even if he did get it, she didn't dare. "Lucy Knight. " she told him, offering a hand. "And you're who then?"
Apollo took her hand with every intent to shake it, but brought it up to kiss the back of it instead. "Elton Nius." Which almost came out as Apollo, but he sometimes could pride himself on saying one thing but meaning the exact opposite. Or something. She probably would have bought Apollo as a name; it wasn't as if no one was named that. Usually athletes though; one was a boxer and the other one...played tennis? Or something. That sounded right.
He was also ignoring the little voice that told him she wasn't properly affected by his...er...slightly restored godliness; she was probably just a lesbian. "Would you get all uptight again if I asked you to come to lunch with me~?"
"I could handle lunch." Artemis...Lucy, she reminded herself firmly, no matter how much she wanted not to be. "So long as your boyfriend doesn't care." She added, trying to shake the feeling that had crossed over her when he kissed her hand. It was...he wasn't just a normal mortal was he? Not in the sense that he was a mortal she liked either...just...she couldn't put a finger on it exactly...maybe she really was just crazy, but...might as well ride it out, right?
Elton held up a hand as he burst out laughing. D? Care if he went to lunch with someone? SNORT! D wouldn't care if he had sex on the table in the restaurant, he'd just be disappointed that he hadn't gotten to watch.
Cough.
Ahem.
"Ah, geez, sorry." He waved it off and then headed back to collect his things. "It's just...let's just say our relationship isn't exactly conventional, which is saying something because generally people don't consider two guys dating conventional by any means." He wiped away a stray tear. Ha! "The only way he'd care is if we screwed each other on the table and he wasn't around to join in..." Snerk.
"Not especially conventional now, no." Artemis grinned and shouldered her bow. "So that's good then, he's not the possessive type." She made sure that her tone was friendly, but only friendly. It wouldn't do to get into the argument over whether anyone was interested in anyone right now again after all and was stupid really.
"No, I'm the possessive one~" He grinned over his shoulder at her, and then set to putting his things away and finding another cigarette. "Which, you know, is bad for him sometimes, but he can't complain a whole lot because he does so enjoy the make-up sex." Heh~
"Possessive isn't so bad." Lucy smirked at him and finished shoving her arrows back into place. "Not when it leads to that." She could see where people would enjoy make up sex with Elton more than they'd enjoy regular sex.
Mostly it was better because the fighting beforehand was intense, and may last for days. Or something like that. He'd never bothered to ask. Maybe he should...
"Keeps everything from getting boring; at least that's what he tells me." He slid his bow back into its case, hefted everything over his shoulder and dug for his car keys. "So, any preferences for food? Lady's choice~" And he'd just hope they had something without meat...
That was an unexpected bit of chivalry, Lucy thought, hiding her amusement at this for now. After all, it wasn't like he was a complete jerk; it was more that this was something she'd totally not expected from him. That said, she wasn't actually sure of the good places around here so...she had to shrug. "Nothing particular really. Or actually, I haven't been here long enough to figure out where anything decent is."
"Ah, a new recruit. How does Miami keep luring people in?" It confounded him, but only because he hated the city; it just brought trouble. "Well, I'm going to have to assume you're a more...normal sort of person, right? I mean, the meat-eating sort; I can work with that." It actually made things much easier for him, at least as far as not starving went.
"Nothing too weird aside the part where pork products scare me half to death." Artemis assured him. And that part was actually true. There was just something wrong about sausages and she wouldn't even get into what was up with hot dogs.
"I only ask because I pass on meat myself; I wouldn't want to take you someplace I'd go myself, you know? You'd really think I was an ass then." Grin. He finally managed to get ahold of his keys, and brandished them like a prize. Ta da~ "You drive?"
"I'm over there." Lucy pointed out her somewhat muddy car with...well it sure wasn't pride but hey, it got her where she needed to go and what else could you ask for here? "I could follow you, or leave it here for after, whichever works better."
He gestured to his own car, a little yellow convertible that looked like it had just been sent in for detailing. "Parking's a bitch downtown; you may as well come with me, unless you think I'm going to like...kidnap you or something." Oi.
"Nah, something tells me that you're not the kidnapping type. For one thing, your cool ride hasn't got a backseat for you to dump my unconscious body in." Lucy joked, following him towards the convertible. Okay so she wasn't usually into the car thing, but suddenly she considered making an exception to the rule.
"That's true, and the trunk is really small...so it'd be too much effort to stuff you inside." Having said that, he popped the trunk and stowed his things inside; no one had better be expecting him to cart some stupid boar all over the place in his car later... Twitch.
And get blood all over the seats? Just Eww. Lucy climbed into the passenger's seat and got a better look at the convertible’s interior. "Yeah definitely, plus in broad day light, and with it being so brightly done...you wouldn’t last a mile before someone called in something. Of course that doesn't mean they'd catch you right away..."
"Yeah, it isn't really made for criminal activity. Less for you to worry about then, right?" So...weird. He didn't generally hang out with mortals. In fact, the last mortal he'd spent any length of time with had ended up not being mortal at all. He didn't think any of his...er...trysts with Nick really counted; he hadn't spent that much time with his sister's....whatever he was, they just ended up naked a lot.
Okay twice. Oh well.
"Lots less." Lucy felt completely safe with him anyway, all things considered. And she'd be one to know if he was liable to go nuts and drag her body out behind an alley somewhere or something. Perfectly harmless, and pretty charming now that they weren't trying to impress each other. And the part where she had the feeling that later on she wouldn't be able to get him out of her head. So weird.
Summary: The one where we realized that they actually are twins! Lucy and Elton need to blow off steam and meet by chance at the archery range; neither recognizing the other. They trade some insults, bitch about the world and notice weird things about the other but not that thing yet. Oh the drama!