From Death with love [tessa]

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Gunnar didn't know what to make of this. In all honesty, he would rather have been elsewhere for tonight. He always wore a suit, not something you generally saw around camp. He was used to the finer things and the thought of camp putting on something that was supposed to be fine dining, well he would see how it worked out. He visited his tailor in Monaco, getting a new suit fitted and ready for the night. Money was never an issue for him. He could take a single job and be set for a year. He took on average about four to six jobs a year. Each netting him close to a couple million in american dollars. The cash was something expendable. But Gunnar wanted to look good for Tessa. It was only a matter of time before the beauty found someone that wasn't a monster. If he was going to be a cold and killing monster, he'd be a well dressed one. He tugged the grey jacket over his darker grey shirt, brushing aside a stray thread. Adjusting his tie, he looked in the mirror of his apartment. He should have been in the barracks, but no, this required some specialist equipment. He buttoned up the two buttons of his suit jacket before turning on his heel and walking into the shadows, leaving the apartment over looking the Mediterranean empty.

A stop in Tokyo, a stop in Egypt, a stop in India, a stop in Italy and a stop in Paris before he walked out of a shadow infront of the second cohort barracks where the girls stayed. He placed all of the gifts in a single bag before looking around and vanishing once more. He had forgotten something. He returned with a dozen orange roses. While yes he had sent her one through this little valentines thing, it never was the same as showing up with a dozen roses. For now, he was going to wait. Any sort of wait for Tessa would be worth it. He knew his grandfather would be escorting Charlie, Remus's little sister. Gunnar had to admit it, if there was anyone who could get through to his Ukki, it was her. As he waited, he adjusted his grey tie. His face was neutral, betraying no particular emotion as he adjusted the jacket that Ukki had given him. It was quite a gift and the single most important piece of clothing that he owned. He gained a few strange looks from some of the female that were in his cohort. Most probably didn't recognize him. Even Tessa didn't know he was in the same cohort till he told her. So for now, he just stood and waited.

suit
gift from japan
gift from egypt
gift from india
gift from italy (a bust of apollo for her desk lol)
from paris

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I   used   to bite   my tongue and hold      my breath Gunnar ::Tag 443 ::Words ::Notes Dress Hair Shoes

Still a little worried about her dress, despite spending hours looking for the right one. This certainly couldn't be a day that her grandmother decided to snap her fingers and change her cloths. That had happened before, both her grandfather and grandmother actually. The main person she was wearing it for was certainly Gunnar, no one else would she do this for. She had helped both Charlie and Nova with their holiday preparations, Nova she did a quick cute braid. A little crown on her head, she thought it fit the girl and would help keep her hair out of the way. For herself she lightly curled it and made a bit of a waterfall braid around her head. It took a little bit of work, and was difficult to keep relatively straight as she went around the back of her head, but it did look cute. She kept to her natural looking make-up, except for her lips making them a hot pink like the shoes she'd be wearing. She still wore the rune bracelet that Gunnar got her, the first of many gifts, but also a black leather one that looked a little like a belt. Both of which lay on her right wrist, since her left hand was her dominant one and it was just easier. Also she ate with her left hand, and though it was not probably, she'd hate to drag it through her food. The dress. Black, one shoulder, and a bit shorter than what she normally liked. Of course Tessa normally followed the rule of skirts going below the knee, and her skirts or dresses tended to be more on the swishy side, where you could twirl and get that princess effect. This one kept to her curves, which nothing else in her wardrobe did. It was a special occasion, and she wanted a special dress. She wanted a little bit to match Gunnar, he always looked so nice and to be honest, very sexy in his suits. That's it, she looked at the clock, half an hour to spare. She sat there a moment wondering what o do for half an hour, or at least twenty minutes. It wouldn't hurt a bit to read that new medical journal Lilith had given her, something about a new virus found in the polar ice caps. So she spent a bit of time on that, getting a bit too absorbed until she heard the other girls getting ready. Funny how they hardly started until it was time and made their date wait for them outside. Tessa looked at her watch and stood straight up knocking her chair back. She was already a few minutes late! She hated that. Grabbing her purse she looked in the mirror to make sure everything was still in place and was out the door. Almost falling because she forgot about heels, and how you had to walk a little differently in them. She walked out into the cold February air, pulling her jacket around her shoulders. It was cold, she almost wanted to run up and put on two pairs of pants. Until she saw Gunnar waiting for her and her face flushed warming up rather quickly. He hardly liked being out in public, and especially around camp. It meant a lot to her that he'd do this. She grinned but tried to dial it back into a smile, not doing a very good job. Walking over to him she turned a few heads of the boys waiting for their own dates, not that she noticed with her eyes on Gunnar. “I'm sorry for being late” Though it was more like she was seven minutes late, it was terrible to her.

Lyrics from Roar by Katy Perry
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Gunnar looked around irritatedly. Some of the things he did for Tessa made him feel uncomfortable. But he wanted to do something special that Tessa wanted to do. He didn't like feeling vulnerable and out in the open. He didn't like for people to know he existed. It made his job all the more horrible when people knew he existed. Before Tessa, before all this, he was a cold and calculating bastard. All he knew was the smell of blood and the satisfaction of slitting a throat or stopping a beating heart. That was what he did and what he was good at. There was no place for love and if you loved someone you would have to push them aside to make sure that they stayed safe. Before Tessa, he would spend time on days like this, stalking prey in the shadows, making the kill and then returning to camp with more money to spend than he knew what to do with. He cleared his schedule today, making sure that he had enough money to take care of whatever whims Tessa had, though money was never an issue and it was simple that his Tessa deserved the best and only the best.

He shook his sleeve clear of his watch. The black plated Lamborghini watch showed the time. Gunnar should have waited a little bit before trying to come and pick her up. She was a Legacy of Venus after all, and he was pretty sure they were predisposed to take a good long time in front of the mirror. Not that Tessa was a stuck up little priss like most of the other venus girls were, she was perfect. He would wait for her till the end of time if she asked him to. Call it whipped or whatever, but Gunnar knew how to treat a lady. But it made him think about his own mother and father. He worried that he was going to end up going crazy like his mother. He missed his father, the only sense of stability in his own life other than his Ukki. Though it was some sense of relief that Ukki would be attending. If he needed a quick escape, he was sure he could make one himself or one would be provided.

His face remained neutral as Tessa approached him. He wasn't looking at her, more like he was staring down the leering looks that she was getting from some of the males that had come to pick up their dates. "You look good." Gunnar said, his eyes smiling as he looked down at her with a passive face before looking up with an emotionless stare fixated on a Mars boy from first cohort. He passed her the bag that he held as well as the roses. "I'm sorry the gifts aren't enough." He said, his expression softening as he gently placed his arm around her. HE brought a hand up to seemingly brush a strand of hair away from her, though no hair was out of place on her perfect head, but simple gesture opened up a shadowy hole under the leering and catcalling feet of the mars boy, sinking him up to his neck as he held his hand out. "Now I believe we have a date to attend my dear." He stated with a rather vicious smirk over his shoulder.

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I   used   to bite   my tongue and hold      my breath Gunnar ::Tag 850 ::Words ::Notes Dress Hair Shoes

She was never so sure why, but she couldn't stand the cold. She could run around in a hundred degree Fahrenheit weather with pants and a medic jacket, but shove her into forty degree weather and she was ready to call for hibernation. Heck when It started to drop below eighty she started putting on light jackets. This time of year wasn't normally so cold, but some strange polar vortex, or as the nurses took to call it, the wedding of Jack Frost and Elsa. Who put an important day like Valentines in February anyway? Well the upside is she hoped Gunnar would be more comfortable in this type of weather with his suit. She might be comfortable in the heat of summer and this dress, but she imagined men in suits would be miserable. If looked at it that way she was glad to have it in one of the coldest months of the year, because then at least Gunnar might be a bit comfortable. Though with that lodge of his, she wondered if he considered this temperature cold in the slightest. It was somewhere in Finland if she remembered correctly. His suit was completely back, tie and everything. He almost looked like a shadow himself, not that he couldn't make himself one with the shadows if he wanted. She wondered how they would look next to each other. Both in such dark clothing, but for the most part the little black dress seemed to be a staple thing. She never had one, not that she had many dresses in general, but she liked patters. Even this simple dress had a bit of something extra, the silky diagonal strip that went up into a bow at her shoulder. Matter of preference she supposed. Perhaps Gunnar liked it? She couldn't quite tell from his face, except maybe his eyes. A lightness was in them the hardly saw when he was around anyone other than her. Though it faded when he looked behind her. She turned to see, though it only seemed to be some guys waiting for their dates. One in particular she felt a bit uncomfortable about, and unconsciously tugged her jacket down a little over her backside. The bag was questionable from the beginning, but she didn't think it would be heavy. Nothing compared to what she made everyone train with, but heavier than she expected. Multiple things sat in their cushioned containers, full of some kind of crumpling paper to keep them safe. She gave him a little bit of a hopeless smile, he tended to give her presents a lot. "They're more than enough." she enjoyed him getting her little presents here and there, simply because he thought of her while he was out. They were always of the best quality, but she didn't care about that. It was sweet he thought of her so much. Though she might need more than just a few shelves. "Is this a bust?" she said in a small amount of disbelief, though should not have expected less from him. He got her an elephant sculpture that still sat in her office. It was rather large, and she hadn't expected another gift that would be of that size any time soon. More shelves might be needed. His arm passed over her shoulders and her heart skipped in her chest. A few inches added on by heels, but still nothing compared to the difference they had in height. Green eyes turned up towards him, though she never took them off of her date in the first place. A hand touched her gently as he pushed a hair back into place, making her cheeks flush. It had been a while since they first started dating, but she still felt her heart flutter when they were together. She hadn't noticed that her hair wasn't out of place, or that he gave a rather terrifying smirk over his shoulder. "Thank you, for the gifts, and for coming with me. The flowers are beautiful, and you're certainly the best anyone could ask for." She wasn't great at saying everything, hoe much she loved him or the many reasons why. She wrote it out in a note, and wondered if Venus had delivered them yet, or if it was for later in the day. She hadn't heard any commotion about them yet, so she assumed they hadn't been yet. Robin's roses should be delivered at dinner and she really hoped it was okay to send an orange rose. Here she held a dozen of them in her hands, but her thoughts wandered to perhaps sending a red rose instead. She loved him, but it was more than that. She wanted them to be together as long as possible, and in her mind love was a fickle thing that came and left. So sending a red rose meant very little to her, his orange roses did make her feel better about her choice though. "Mr. Carroll seems to have put a lot of work into this, I think nearly everyone in the legion sent flowers to someone."

Lyrics from Roar by Katy Perry
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