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Felicity adjusted the straps on her armor. No, she wasn't going into a battle or engaging in a fight with anyone. She was practicing her first go on a chariot. The legion needed more people skilled on chariot. Their fast and can be handy in battle too as long as the horses don't get too frightened. But chariot riding was becoming a dying sport. You needed to be a quick thinking and think with instinct rather than reason or else you will end up a gore filled spill on the track. Felicity felt pretty confident she could handle this though. And if not, well, at least she gave it a try once in her life. Best case scenario she'll have a few broken bones and maybe a paralysis.

She tightened her grip on the reins, looking out at the abandoned dirt track. Perks of practicing at four in the morning. She took in a breath of the warm morning air and hit the reins to start the horses as the cart lurched forward and Felicitys right foot slid back out of instinct, but she soon put her foot back into position. Not being able to afford having her foot slid off with her following from the small area you get to stand up in in the chariot. As the chariot gained speed as the horses galloped faster Felicity saw the first bend in the track and followed her gut on the position to move the reins to coax the horses to go in that position. The first turn was really rough and Felicity knew she could use improvement in that area. She went around the track a number of times focusing on fixing little details that could make the ride easier and more steady. After all, she wanted to fight on chariot, not stand idly.

Speaking of fighting, after a few rounds she grabbed the spear she grabbed the javelin she had put into the compartment with her. True, while most use the bow while in the chariot, the javelin was just as good of a weapon, not to mention the sword, but that was usually for when your chariot broke down in the midst of battle. She held the javelin tightly and continued the fast pace the chariot was going at, heading towards the dummies Felicity had positioned earlier. She gripped the javelin and aimed it straight towards the chest of one of the dummies. She felt the hard thrust as it entered the dummy and it knocked her back out of the chariot as she rolled on the rocky, dusty track, scrapping her arms and coughing from inhaling.

After she finished rolling and she could hear the horses come to a stop she slowly lifted herself up and dusted herself off, gritting her teeth as the dust entered the scratches on her arm. She wasn't expecting that much force to be associated with the speed of the chariot and penetration of the javelin. Stupid of her, obviously. It seemed obvious, yet she wasn't in the right stance, nor was she holding the javelin correctly for it. Still, she surveyed the dummy that she did hit and became disappointed at how little deep it penetrated. She sighed and wondered if anyone else was up early enough to see her epic fail at charioting.

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notes: OPEN FELICITY THREAD

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He wasn’t sure why he was up this early. Oh yeah, because he hadn’t slept at all. Details. The war coming put extra strain on the leadership, so he hardly ever had down time anymore. Unless he did it at ungodly hours like this. He changed into his armor for simply wanting to wear it – was it weird that it gave him a sense of strength? Maybe it was a Mars thing. Then, just for the heck of it and because he was feeling particularly, how to say, potent, he strapped on his purple praetor’s cloak over the armor. He looked in the mirror and gave himself a half-cocked smile, for a moment thinking to the battle ahead of the camp. He looked forward to it. He loved the rush of battle, the power of being in charge, on the front lines. He lived for it. Leading people was where he belonged, in his mind. He was born for this.

Egotistic and proud? Okay, maybe a little. But that was normal for Remus Stone. He quietly left the principia, careful not to wake Jason, and, not surprisingly, the greyhounds seem to have a sixth sense and were already waiting for him near the entrance. Or at least, Argentum was. Aurum, if he recalled, had been standing alert outside Jason’s door. The dogs had really stepped up their game since he’d gotten back. They’d taken to sleeping with him in his room while Jason was still away, determined not to let Saturn past their guard once more. And now that Jason was back, they seemed to trade off on which dog guarded which guy each day or so. Apparently, he would be spending today with Argentum. He smiled at the dog and spoke quietly. “Hey, boy, up for a walk?” Argentum stood up from where he had been seated, obviously ready for whatever Remus had in mind. A pat on the head and the two were off.

As he walked the long via to New Rome, Argentum kept a gleaming red eye on every movement, from lares to fauns to a breeze in the trees. It made him think back to his discussion with Nova a while back about the greyhounds. He’d expressed how sore he would be to leave his faithful dogs behind. And, gods bless her, she’d offered to make replacements that he could keep when he retired. He hoped Felicity liked dogs. Then again, he remembered back to when they’d first officially met and he’d had both dogs with him and she’d seemed to have gotten along with them both then. Maybe he should ask her before giving Nova the green light. Whenever he saw her again.

And that led his mind down another dark alley: Felicity. He worried about her. Probably overmuch so. But he hadn’t seen her since Valentine’s Day. Albeit he’d been busy, and from what he knew, she had too, but still. He missed her to no end. No, wait, he had seen her since. Ah, and there was that now familiar sting. The last time he’d seen her, she’d barely even looked at him. She’d replaced him as her training partner and walked out. He hadn’t let on, but it had hurt a lot. He’d trained himself to the breaking point after that meeting, just to force himself to concentrate on something else. Not his fondest memory. He sighed and pulled himself together to get past the ever-vigilant Terminus. Once inside the city, he wandered. He had half a mind to go see Felicity, but that would be rude stopping by at this hour. So instead, he just… walked. Until Argentum perked up and looked to the Circus Maximus. Weary of anyone up at this hour besides the lares – whom he was pretty sure didn’t actually sleep at all to begin with – he made his way that way. Only to find that he really wasn’t alone. And that he recognized the other person, even though her back was to him.

Felicity. He took a seat on the lowest band of seats and watched as she set off in her chariot. He’d never seen her ride a chariot before. She needed work, but then again, chariots were hard. Then he noticed the dummy... and her pulling out a javelin. He and Argentum alike watched attentively. Until she crashed. He got up and, Argentum hot on his heels, ran to her. “Felicity!” She looked a little banged up, but that was to be expected. He was just glad she hadn’t gotten run over or anything. Even though she’d just knocked herself off a chariot, he couldn’t help but smile a little. Of course she was okay. Tough as nails, she was. One of the many reasons he loved her. “Well, I have to say, this is something I didn’t expect to see. Not you falling off a chariot, but, well… you. What are you doing up this early?”

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At the sound of the familiar voice Felicity perked up and swore she could feel her heart race faster, or maybe that was the affects of the adrenaline dying down. Either way, no matter how much dirt was caked onto her skin or blood leaking out from the scratches, she beamed with a smile and felt a little bit of a blush get on her face as she checked Remus out. He seemed almost god like cloaked in his armor and by the gods, purple was a great color on him. It brought out the color of his eyes more. Compared to him Felicity probably looked like a hobo at the current moment.

She let out a slight laugh and rubbed the back of her neck nervously at his question. Not like it was a crime or anything to practice this early but she was just a bit embarrassed that someone caught her practicing, or better yet, failing. Not just any person either, but Remus. Remus, the guy who could probably jump on a chariot and kill as many people as he needs to easy. Being a descendant of Mars and being skilled in any type of fighting must have been convenient. She was a bit surprised he wasn't holding in a chuckle. Nah, he wasn't like that. She knew him better than that.

"I was practicing, obviously." Felicity answered with a slight smirk. "But the better question is what are you doing up so early? Did you sleep at all last night?" Felicity asked first teasingly but then switching her tone to a more serious one. She knew about his insomnia problems. A common side affect of being stressed but it was a bad side affect. He needed his sleep so he can be there for the legion, but that probably didn't help with his stress, relating sleep to his work. He had a hard life, Felicity knew that. That's why she didn't want to be more of a burden to his already heavy packed work. He might be a son of Mars, praetor of Camp Jupiter, but he was by no means immortal. All men have their limits. Felicity ought to know, she's reached her limit before a number of times. Sometimes she still surprised herself by being alive.

She studied him as she awaited his answer. There seemed to be bags forming underneath his eyes and there were lines starting to form around his face. He was only in his early twenties but still dealing with more that any other twenty-one year old. Twenty-one, Felicity remembered his birthday. She stopped by the principia via shadow travel, which was not smart of her because the dogs apparently no longer like random people jumping out of shadows to hug their beloved praetor. She took Remus to Las Vegas, knowing it was a hot destination for people once they become legal. She was pretty sure he had fun, he was smiling a lot. Gods, he has a great smile, and laugh. He needs to show that more. Not to say he doesn't look good when he has his serious leader face on either, because he does look good there too, but in a different way. Yet, when he laughs and smiles it makes it seem as though he is just a normal guy. That the legion doesn't exist. That they weren't all born just to die by monsters sent from the underworld or titans, or the gods themselves. That was why Felicity liked his happy face more.

Why was she being so hung up on his looks at the moment? You'd think she hadn't seen him in weeks. Oh wait, that's because she hadn't. Partially her own fault. Like stated earlier, she didn't want to become a nuisance and he needed to focus on the war. Sure, he might say that she helps him, but she doesn't believe that. Especially with how things were last year when she completely betrayed him and the camp. She didn't want people questioning his leadership because he had his traitor fiancee hanging out with him. Besides, they'd have all the time after the war to be together. Nothing could get in the way of that, unless, of course, they die.

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Remus smiled. It was hard not to around her. And her smile… Gods, it was like the sunshine after a long day of rain. Or month of rain, it felt like. She was covered in grime and blood, but gods, she looked beautiful. And to think, she was his fiancé. Was there a luckier guy in this camp? The answer to that would be no. He offered a hand to help her up and chuckled at her retort. “Okay, good,” he teased, “because if you were practicing macramé at this hour, then I’d worry.” He shrugged at her question. “Couldn’t sleep.” There was no point in hiding the truth from her. After all their time together, he knew better than that. She could usually read him like a book. And oddly, he didn’t mind. He actually liked it, that they were close enough to understand each other like that. “Though I must say, the chariot idea is an unusual touch. I like it. Always thought chariots to be elegant things. Not initially Roman, maybe, but I believe the Romans made them best. Not that I’m biased.” He smirked at her, like this was some sort of inside joke.

He walked over to the dummy and pulled the javelin out, testing the tip on his finger. Good and sharp. Okay, so he had something of an obsession with weaponry and their upkeep. Blame his dad. And his own Roman ego. He brought it back. “Looks like you let go of it a little late. Next time try throwing it from about five to ten feet away. Keeping hold of it can jar you out of the chariot, and throwing it any further than that decreases the effectiveness. Closer, and you run the risk of aftershock like before. That distance allows you to get some of your own strength in behind it as well as use the chariot’s momentum.” He paused, and shook his head at himself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to lecture you. You probably know all this already. Force of habit. I’ll shut up about it.”

He looked to the chariot and back to her with a slight smile. “Maybe we can tag-team it? Take turns driving and attacking? That way we get the feel for each without having to worry about the other, then master both before combining them?” After all, he was pretty sure the Romans had used the same method. If nothing else, the Persians, Egyptians, Greeks, and basically every other ancient civilization that had fallen directly or indirectly to Rome had, right?

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Word Count: 425
Notes: sorry it’s so short! Finals are killing my muse!

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She knit her eyebrows in worry as Remus revealed that he couldn't sleep. Felicity knew that stress could lead to insomnia, heck she had experienced that before. But she cared about Remus. Everyone was always bugging him and needed his attention. Sure, he had Jason back to help him with the work but it still must have been hard. Sleep was important. It gave your body and mind the time it needs to relax and be ready for the next day. Felicity had heard that not having enough sleep and trying to deal with way too much stress could lead to a panic attack. That was the last thing she ever wanted to see Remus deal with. If he ever has one Felicity would kidnap him via shadow travel and they would just go on a full week vacation. No matter how much he kicked and screamed about his paper work she wouldn't let him go until she knew that he was better. He was her rock. The person who was always there for her and believed in her, even when no one else did. If people thought she was just going to let a bulldozer full of work and stress roll over the love of her life, then they were wrong.

Before she could even get a word in Remus was already on the next topic. Being his usual biased self with Rome, which brought a slight smile to her face as she gave him the "you're totally biased" look. She followed behind him, adjusting her armor as she walked. Then gave a sigh as he started to analyze her attack. It's not that she wasn't thankful that he was taking an interest. It was just like a punch in the gut that she couldn't get it. Blow to the pride, one her fiancé was able to witness firsthand. Yay her. She quickly shook off her inattentiveness to his lecture as soon as he apologized as she gave him a smile. "It's okay. Son of Mars thing." Felicity shrugged. "I could always tell you about every mineral on Earth and then raise a legion of undead. Just our demigod stuff." Felicity said, keeping a smile on her face.

At his idea Felicity gave an awkward fidget. It was a good idea and all, not to mention it would be her and Remus time, which was a rare event. But she was afraid of disappointing him. He had a natural knack for weaponry and she wanted to impress him with learning how to battle on a chariot. Of course he already witnessed just how much of a failure she actually was. Felicity tried to not have a slight frown on her face, but as she weighed the pros and cons in her head she was fairly certain her face was no longer holding a grin on it. She released a sigh and looked at him. Getting slightly lost in his eyes for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek and falling back on her heels with a slight smirk. "Fine. But I drive first. You're a son of Mars. You have a knack for weapons so once you show me how its done the first time I'll be sure to have a handle on it. Plus I am a way better driver than you will ever be." Felicity said in a jest tease against him, grinning, hoping that he knows she was teasing him. They needed to be more laid back, both of them. It would be healthy for them.

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Ah, there was one of her patented looks. He couldn’t help but grin and shrug, in a ‘what can I say?’ sort of way. Yes, he really was biased. Did he need to shut up sometimes? Probably. Did he get on Felicity’s nerves? Well, that one was up in the air, but he really hoped not. Anyone else, he wouldn’t care if he got on their nerves. He actually somewhat enjoyed it. But Felicity? No, he wanted her happy 24/7. And if she wasn’t, he felt it his job to change that. Like a personal, extremely determined mission. He would make it happen if it took his dying breath. Then again, he knew he at least would be beyond upset if Felicity died. And judging from how she’d reacted back when he’d nearly died when she had been on the quest… Okay, so maybe the dying breath thing wasn’t the best thing for it.

But first he should probably keep from the lectures, as he was fairly certain that part at least was annoying. Thankfully, she seemed to be cool about it. Trust Felicity to know how to deal with every facet – the good and the bad – of him. After all, that was one of the many reasons he felt he had to have this amazing woman as his wife. He smiled at her and gently placed his hand on her cheek, cradling the side of her face. “All the same, I’ll try not to be so critical. It’s not my place. You’re an excellent fighter. I’m not one to judge. So I’m sorry. But on a side note, I wouldn’t mind learning about minerals,” he said with a smirk. Really, it could be interesting. He'd never thought about it before, but if it was something important to her, then it was to him too.

When he mentioned training together, he got the distinct feeling he’d said something wrong. She did not seem at all inclined towards his offer, and he felt bad for bringing it up at all. But she accepted it nonetheless. He nodded. “Sounds like a plan then. But first, there’s something else I think we need to practice.” He hoped a quick change of topic would cheer her up too. Well, that and he was all for it as well. Little details like that. He looked around at the lonely Circus Maximus. At this hour, it only made sense that it should be empty. Empr=ty except for them. So he took advantage of that, took her in his arms, and kissed her for a long moment before pulling away and smiled. “Want to make sure I’m practiced for a certain day after the war too.” Ah, and what a moment that would be, when he held her in his arms for the first time as husband and wife. How he looked forward to that moment. “But I suppose we should focus on the war first.” He chuckled. “And we’ll see who’s the better driver,” he teased, but stepped aside for her to climb into the chariot first, offering a hand should she want it. Not that she needed the help, but it seemed the gentlemanly thing to do. In his free hand, he held the javelin.

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Felicity couldn't help but laugh when Remus said he wouldn't mind learning about minerals. In reality she had no idea the different between granite and stone. Okay, she might have known that difference but it was just an example. As was her saying she could talk for hours about minerals, it was merely an example. Sometimes Remus was hilarious. Always trying his hardest to make sure he doesn't take a wrong step to upset her. Felicity sometimes wished he would relax a bit. People make mistakes, it's not like if he said the wrong thing she was going to end their relationship right then and there. They had been through too much. Even if they had been more apart than together for the length of their relationship. But that was the fault of the gods and their blasted quest. Then there was the whole coming back and losing the memory part of her life. Technically, if you were picky, they have only been dating for a couple of months, but if you counted from the time they first started dating, it had been more than a year. Sometimes the relationships with the most bumps in the road have the couple be the closest to one another. "I'm not really into minerals, it was an example." Felicity said as she finished her laugh.

She raised an eyebrow as Remus revealed there was something else he wanted to practice. Felicitys thoughts raced as she went from battle stances to how to clean your armor to how to properly wear your armor. Was her armor out of place? Was that what he meant? Seriously, she knew something felt off about the armor. One of the straps must be showing or she didn't cover a vulnerable spot well and Remus was going to bluntly point it out or -. Before her thoughts could race anymore she found herself being pulled into his grasp as his lips met hers. Her mind cleared as he got lost in the moment of him and her inside the abandoned circus, well, them and Argentum. Poor automaton, must feel like a third wheel.

Once they pulled away Felicity gave him a shy smile before looking down at the dirt hoping her hair covered a majority of her blushing face. She knew he loved her blush, but she still wasn't use to it all and felt embarrassed as her cheeks gave a distinct red tint that made her obvious to everyone around. The kiss already had her red in the face and the kiss had her light headed and took her breath away, but the mention of the fateful day when she would become Felicity Stone? She just got lost in the thought. "Right, war first." Felicity said as she took a deep breath exhaling with a smile as she looked at him, taking his hand to pull herself up into the chariot.

"I'm pretty positive I'm the only one out of you and I who has an actual license." Felicity stated, kissing his cheek as she grabbed the reins, gaining the attention of the horses in front of the chariot. The story as to how she managed to get a license was best saved for another time. She used the reins to help get the horses moving up to speed. The chariot gained speed and she glanced back at Remus to make sure he was okay. He seemed so... well, Roman. Standing in the back of the chariot, javelin in hand. If she wasn't too focused on driving Felicity probably would start making out with him. Though, she had to admit. Them teaming up in this way made her feel, safer. If they could go in battle as a team Felicity felt pretty certain they would both come out alive. However, she knew they would both be on different ends of the battlefield. She hoped on the fateful day that the war come knocking on Camp Jupiters that the gods smiled down upon her relationship and decided to keep the two of them alive. "Not going too fast for you, am I?" Felicity yelled above the wind as she laughed while they turned, swiftly, around a corner.

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Ah, her laugh was so nice, so natural and happy. It made him smile to hear it, every time. “Example or not, I wouldn’t complain. More time with you, after all.” Cheesy? Probably? But he meant it. He would do anything to be with her. Hunt for rocks – minerals?... what was the difference anyway? Ah well. Train, like now. Take her out to a fancy dinner? Sit around and do nothing. Anything. As long as it involved the two of them. Preferably just the two of them, but that was also negotiable.

He almost laughed as she raised an eyebrow when he said he wanted to practice something else. No telling what was going through her head, but judging from the expression, she wasn’t expecting it to be good. Surprise, surprise. He kissed her with every moment he’d missed her since last they’d been together. Kissed her like he might never see her again after this. Kissed her just as he hoped he’d have the guts to kiss her on their big day. When he finally broke the kiss. Her shyness was adorable. Compared to the fiery young woman he knew so well, moments like these stood out like beacons in the night and he was happy he could still get her to blush like that. It was moments like these that made the war seem a little less immense and impending. Moments like this that made him remember what he was fighting for. He smiled softly and gently brushed her hair away from her face as she stare at the ground, no doubt trying to hide that pretty blush of hers. Yes, with her hair out of the way, he could just make it out in the filtered morning light.

But first things first. And first thing was winning this war. As much as he hated to admit it. Even though he was all for fighting, in this moment he wanted to get past it and straight to his happy retirement with Felicity. But she was right. So he forced himself into his training mindset. As he climbed up into the chariot behind her and gripped the siding, he laughed. “What? Since when do you have a license? And where did you get it?” But before he could argue further, she kissed his cheek and got the horses’ attention and they were off. Ah, the cool morning wind in his hair, the whipping sound of his cloak snapping in the wind behind him, the feel of the rattling chariot under his fingers in one hand and the javelin in the other. It was a rush. He grinned at her even though she couldn’t see it when she yelled back to him. “You kidding?” He yelled back, enjoying every moment. They were closing in on the dummy. He smirked and readied the javelin, gripping the chariot tight as he judged the throw. He pitched the javelin as hard as he could, letting go a ways still before they got to the dummy. Thunk. It lodged itself somewhere between the dummy’s heart area and shoulder blade. Not the most effective spot, really, so he wasn’t all gung ho about it, but it was something. “Should have gotten another javelin for grins and giggles,” he shouted over the wing, joking with her.

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Word Count: 550
Notes: isn’t every Femus thread though? ^^

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A laugh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes and slowed the horses down on the chariot. As the wind died down with the reduction of their speed as the horses gently trotted around the circle, making the chariot drive idly through, Felicity, while holding the reins, turned her head to look at Remus. "You're too good at the javelin. You don't need another one. You already made my attempt look pathetic." Felicity said with a happy smile. She wasn't mad at him at all, this was just one of her weird ways of giving a compliment. "Besides, the poor dummy is already dead. What would you have done with a second javelin? Make him double dead?" Felicity joked as she admired the face of her fiancée.

Not just his face though. The way the wind picked up his praetor cloak as they drove and the way he stood, so mature and full of confidence and leadership. How did her measly little crush on him turn into her becoming his fiancée? Sure, they had their rough patches but they were young and stupid and naïve. Okay, not so much Remus, he was older and like aforementioned, more mature. Felicity on the other hand was barely into adulthood. Heck, she was still a teenager and got rebellious and could become irrational on more than one occasion. Yet, they survived through so much together. True, they were engaged at a young age and people might look down upon them for that but Felicity didn't care. She was positively certain she had found her soul mate. No matter how far she might have ventured away from him, it was always his arms she turned back into. As long as they remained open to her, she would always be in his arms.

As the horses coasted the chariot to a stop, Felicity dropped the reins on the side and leaned against the chariot siding, looking at Remus, chewing her lip slightly as her eyebrows knit together in thought. She wanted to tell him of the idea she had. But, gods, she just had a feeling in her gut that it was a stupid idea and Remus would probably get mad at her for even thinking of an idea like that. She took a deep breath and prepared to say her piece. "Remus..." She began, then gave a nervous pause in the middle of her sentence, she glanced behind him towards the top of the stands in the circus maximus and saw that soft lighting signifying the start of the sunrise. "The sun. It's starting to rise. Time to start another day." Felicity said with a slight nervous laugh, unable to bring herself to say what was really on her mind. Nothing against him, honestly, it was more of her questioning and beating her own self up. Gods, now he was going to worry. He didn't need anything else to worry about and here she goes making him probably worry again. And what's worse is that this worry was probably going to be associated with her. Dang it, maybe she could play it off as amnesia thing again. She usually was able to, and it was believable since she didn't remember everything yet either, probably never will, but she was doing a fantastic job at winging it a majority of the time. Though there were obvious times where she couldn't remember something and then she just felt bad for the person who she might have been conversing with. Thankfully with Remus a majority of their conversations did not involve reminiscing about the past.

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Remus had to smile. Even through the dying wind, he loved the sound of her laugh. And that smile on her face when she turned to look at him. There was no way he could hear that laugh or see that smile and not feel – well, to use a cliché and not all that masculine wording – warm and fuzzy inside. Yes, he knew for sure she was the girl for him. Constantly he thought of her, dreamed about the next time he would see her. Even if he had only just left her side moments ago, he still looked forward to the next time. She meant the world to him. And not a day went by that he didn’t think about her. The way she smiled, the light reflecting in her eyes, her soft chocolate hair…. Just everything about her. She was a rare and precious gem, and, no, he didn’t mean that as a play on her dad’s powers and kingdom. He realized that comparison a little late, but oh well.

He smirked, though his eyes was warm, at her words. “Pathetic? Now I should say not. Nothing about you is pathetic, love. Just keep in mind that no one is perfect. Though I should note that you’re the closest to absolutely perfect I have ever had the joy to meet.” Was he flirting a bit? Darn right he was flirting. Not something he regularly did, but Felicity was an exception. Even if she’d agreed to marry him – a blessing in itself – he still felt it right to, what was a good word, romance her a bit? Was that so wrong? He figured it better not be, because he felt like a schoolboy with a huge crush on the cutest girl in school around her. Completely out of his normal zone, but certainly worth giving it a shot hitting on her. Maybe there really was a reason Mars and Venus hooked up. Maybe the two really did go hand in hand.

A laugh escaped his lips as she went on. “Double dead, hmm? Couldn’t hurt,” he joked. Though when she spoke again, it gave him pause. The way she looked at him, that light in her eyes, it looked like she was… troubled? Whatever it was, it worried him. And that tone of voice she used. He reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear. “What is it?” Then he noticed she wasn’t looking at him, but past him. Before he could turn to look, she spoke up again. He sighed. “I suppose. Still early though.” He climbed down out of the chariot and offered his hand to help her down. “Would you do me the honor of joining me for breakfast? I know a little restaurant that makes great pancakes. Or anything else really. We can talk more there.”

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Felicity smiled at him as she grabbed his hand and took a step off of the shaky chariot, almost falling into him as she lost her balance temporarily. She used the moment of her being against him to kiss him softly on the lips and slowly pull away and rest her forehead against him. "Let's just stay here. Like this. No worries about the war. Edmund, the other traitors, the past, the future. Just like this, in a state of suspended bliss with not gods or titans here to alter this moment. I just want to be with you in a moment of ecstasy." Felicity said as she made a fist, holding onto the back of shirt. Before sighing and letting him go, walking over to the seating in the stadium. That was a moment of her being selfish. She knew it wasn't possible. He had stuff he needed to do and she needed to go back to studying for her class and training for the war, not letting her dismissal from the legion keep her from showing her potential on the battlefield.

She took a seat and rubbed the metal head of Argentum, watching the automaton. Did they have emotions? Probably, but they hid it so well. Maybe Felicity would be better off if she was an automaton, wouldn't even have to be a human fashioned one. She could be a rodent automaton for all she cared. Just in a way to have set wiring on how to behave and act with a stored memory, which probably had back up in case said automaton got on the bad side of a Titan and found their memories disposed of. "Besides, I'm not very hungry. So, you and Argentum can go on ahead." Felicity said half heartedly. When was the last time she ate anyway? She had been so focused on trying not to disappoint anyone. Whether it be Remus, Discordia, or trying to prove to something to all those who laughed at the lack of potential she had. She was pushing herself, trying to make this post-amnesia Felicity everyones favorite Felicity. She had even tried to talk to Lyn one day and comfort her and said she would bake with her, but she absolutely forgot about it and probably came up with some excuse to get out of it. It was too much work to keep a façade up for that long.

Not much of a façade, when she is with Remus she is her normal self. She's able to talk to him, a majority of the time and tell him stuff, a majority of the time. Maybe the churning sensation in her stomach would stop if she actually told Remus about her meetings with Discordia. Would he yell at her? Would he leave her? Gods, this is what worried her. Why she has found it so hard to tell him. She didn't want to disappoint him.

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notes: Hope this works

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He could kiss her all day if she let him, it was true. So the surprise kiss was definitely more than welcome. He smiled as he rested his forehead against hers. It was momently like this that he lived for. Just being with her always made for a good day. He reached up and stroked her soft brunette hair as she spoke. “Mmm, I wish. But before you know it, this war will be behind us and we’ll have the rest of our lives together in peace. We can travel the world, anywhere you want to go. Then settle down wherever you want. Everything’s going to be perfect. We just need to get through this war.”

He paused when she sighed; that wasn’t a good sign. Nor was her letting go and just walking away. Something was definitely the matter. He walked over and sat on her other side as she gave Argentum attention. He could tell something was certainly the matter and it nagged at his heart. He hated seeing her upset, especially if there was something he could do about it. “Well then, I’ll just have to point Tessa your way when she gets on my case for skipping breakfast,” he said jokingly. “Because I’m not leaving your side. Well, unless you force me to. I’ve told you before, you’re stuck with me.” He hoped to lighten the mood a little, but no telling if it would actually work. He just wanted to see that smile of hers again, see her spirits lifted and her happy. “So why don’t you tell me what’s wrong? Felicity, I’m just worried about you. Up at this hour training by yourself, pushing me away… is it the war? Is it the discharge? Are school and work treating you alright? Please. Let me help you.”

There was something between them and how he wanted to rip it down. He didn’t want to be away from her at all. Those months that she had been away on her quest had been torture enough, then her losing her memory broke him. He’d spent so much time carefully trying to help her get it back. It still stung a little when he thought back to when she had gone behind his back and stolen her file… like she didn’t trust him, didn’t want his help. But all the same, things were different now, much different. And better. Or so he hoped. There were still days, like right now, that the anxiety in the back of his head told him maybe she didn’t want him there at all. Maybe she was pushing him away for a reason. He remembered back to the smile she had given him only minutes before, the kiss. No, everything was going to be okay. It had to be.

Tag: Felicity
Word Count: 466
Notes: This seems to be our drama ship for sure… (especially with your plotting missy! XD)

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Once he sat on her other side she automatically leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder. She couldn't help but smile softly at the joke. Yeah, leave her to deal with the over protective doctor. She'd be sitting in Tessas for two hours being lectured on how to baby Remus. But she really did love that about Remus. He was going to push her to reveal whatever was bothering her instead of letting her keep it bottled up. He always had a way to do that that no one was ever to do before. None of her friends. Not even Edmund. With Edmund she would just sarcastically banter back and forth with him to try to cover up her problems with humor. It was just so hard for her to open up, about anything.

She let out a long sigh as he finished speaking. "I'm just tired." Felicity said in a slightly whiny voice as she turned her face into his arm. Granted, she hadn't lied. She was tired. It was hard getting a good night. Always riddled with nightmares, a trait of a demigods it seemed. But she managed to get more sleep than Remus so she didn't really have room to complain. Why did she use the tired excuse? That was suppose to be the Remus excuse. She peeked a look at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek quickly. He didn't need to worry. Everything was going to be okay. It usually always was. They had some weird streak about them. Every time seem impossible to fix, one thing was constant. Their love for each other. With all they had been through the only thing that could sever that bond would be if one of them died. Something Felicity had no plans on doing. Not for many years. How could she leave Remus behind like that.

Then a worry crept into her mind. What about Remus? He was going to be on the front lines of the war. He was going to lead the charge. What if..? No, it was too scary to actual thing about. She looked at him, her face showing all signs of worry. She wanted to cry at just the thought of losing him forever. He was hers. Her Remus. Her Robocop. Her forever. No one would ever be able to replace him. Not even if Venus invented the ideal man for Felicity because that would just be a clone of Remus. She clenched onto him again and buried her head into him as a few silent tears went down her cheek. Hide it Felicity, hide it! Remus had enough to deal with. He didn't need to deal with this too. There was more pressing matters than his needy, emotional, worried fiancee. Like a war. With fighting, training, and the potential to die. For him to die. For her to be abandoned and left with no one. At least if she died Remus had a support system. But if Remus died, she would have literally no one. Her one sided friend was off at casa de saturn. And anyone she had had in the past she had pushed away or she didn't remember anything about them. Remus was literally her everything in this world.

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notes: So.. maybe its because I'm tired but welcome to a very emotional side of Felicity. and I might have come close to tears at the irony I wrote

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Remus put his arm around her shoulders as she leaned against him and kissed the top of her head. He didn’t like to see her upset, but knew there had to be something wrong to drive her out training at this time of day. And that was what worried him. He wanted to be there for her, wipe away her every tear, see that smile come back to her face and light her eyes. He reached over and brushed aside a strand or two of hair that had fallen in her face. Until she spoke up and proceeded to bury her face in his arm. He smiled, not at her conundrum, but at how cute she was, and stroked her hair. “Then let’s get you home. To bed. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.” Sure, that might mean skipping breakfast and getting in trouble with Tessa if she found out, but he could handle it for her sake.

Then he noticed something amiss. She was holding on to him a little tighter than a moment ago, and wasn’t saying anything. Not speaking could be attributed to the tiredness thing, but why was she holding on like that? He tucked a hand under her chin and lifted it, with some effort, so he could look her in the eyes. The setting moon’s faint light caught on the trails of dampness streaking her face. Yes, something was definitely the matter. He lightly wiped away her tears with his thumb. “Hey now, what’s wrong? I mean really wrong. Not like you to cry just because you’re tired. You know you can talk to me. No matter what it is? Or do you want to go back to your apartment and talk, where it’s more private?”

He was one of those types who believed he was unstoppable, able to fix anything. It was in his nature, part of being a Mars kid, he supposed. But around Felicity, he felt more… human. Like it was okay to not be perfect. Because as long as she thought he was great, what more did he need? Just like he hoped that she knew he thought so incredibly highly of her. He would always be there for her, no matter what. No matter what. Gods, she was his everything. If something ever happened to her, he’d be lost. He would give his life to know she was safe and sound. Because she was worth it, even when she may not think she was.

Tag: Felicity
Word Count: 417
Notes: barely squeaked by that one o.o

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Felicity leaned into the hand that held onto her chin, letting him wipe away one strand of tears with his thumb. She felt so, exposed right now. Showing the raw emotions she always tried so hard to keep at bay but there was just something about Remus. He knew how to coax her out of the fortress she kept herself in. She moved her head to kiss the inside palm of his hand, looking up at him. Getting lost in his eyes for a moment. How did she ever get so lucky? That's why she worried about losing him, how could she find anything better than him? Than the most Roman teenaged American that probably ever existed? She sighed.

"I'm scared." Felicity started, her voice really shaky and trying to hold back breaking down at the admittance. "I'm scared that the fates are going to be cruel. That when you're leading the army and being an amazing Roman, that the fates will decide that your time is up and will take out their stupid pair of scissors and cut that string, that string that is far too short to be cut yet. I just... I can't go on without you Remus. I thought I was strong and that I could do stuff by myself but I can't. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have come back from Saturn the way I did. And if I were to lose you to this stupid war to destroy Saturn. I..." Felicity stopped, her breath ragged and having to bite her lip to keep from crying, all while looking him in the eye. Everything had just kinda blurted out. Things she had been worried about for days just vomited out, word vomit. "If you were to die, I wouldn't want to live anymore." Felicity admitted, finally tearing her eyes off of his.

Did it sound bad that she felt like she wouldn't last if he were to die. Yes. And it was, but since dealing with the amnesia and the struggle they had had earlier in the year, she depended on him far more than she should. He was her crutch during the worst of times. True, while she still was restfully and yearned for something new and exciting, almost like a bird. She didn't mind if he held her cage. After a time she just needed to spread her wings and fly but she always came back to the nest in the case, her Remus. Even if she were to leave tomorrow she wouldn't be able to stay away forever. Her mind would be too busy wondering how Remus was doing, what he was doing. Is this what it meant to love someone? The concept was so foreign to Felicity at time and in all honesty, she wasn't sure if it was love, or just something wrong with her mentally. Then again, wasn't there a phrase that put love and crazy together. Crazy in love? Maybe, but she just felt that Remus was her center, no matter how far she ran, it was always to him that she would return to. Like how when you jump, gravity always forces your feet to kiss the ground.

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notes: Granted, I gave you a two word response from her last time to write off of, it was great, I loved it.