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Only Got Just One Life

Felicity starred into the bottle, it was half full, or empty, however the heck your viewpoint saw fit to see it. Either way she was still drinking, it had been a bad habit she had picked up since she left the legion, again. She knew she had a flight risk habit but c'mon, who could blame her? Her apartment had gone all Mr. and Mrs Smith with the fight she had with Remus and well, things still hurt, too many memories and crap. She never should have let Discordia worm her way back into her brain but yet here she was, it was almost like deep down she wanted it to happen, and maybe she did. Maybe she was just as strange and delusional and well, deadly and Discordia saw that and just pushed for it. Actually, no maybe about it, that's exactly what happened. But it's not like Felicity didn't try to go back, she did , only to be faced with Remus again, and gods, did that hurt. Luckily it ended up with things smoothed over a bit but honestly, that chapter of her life was over. She didn't know the kind of person she was anymore. Sure, there was this one guy she was semi-normal around, but she wasn't sure how long that would last. How long before she ruined his life? Maybe it was best to get rid of him now before things got worst. 

She took a swig of the rum and looked at the box in the alley in front of her. She was avoiding responsibilities again, the tasks Discordia left her to do, she had ditched in the middle of the night again while the new guy was sleeping. Night was usually when she did her bidding anyway, more powerful then due to the shadows. But anyways, back to the box, it sat there, helpless, holding all the memories of a former life. Remus told her to keep it, put it somewhere safe. But if she did that, would she really be able to move on? No, she needed to do this. She stepped forward and emptied the contents of the rum bottle onto the cardboard shoe box with obvious signs of wear. Then, she pulled out a lighter, yes she had gone to carry around a lighter, she was prone to bumming random strangers for a spare cigarettee too, anything to help the memories go away. She picked up one of the pieces of paper that didn't drown in the alcohol, she didn't even need to open up the worn folding to know it was the first Valentine she had gotten from him. With a deep breath she light it on fire and dropped it onto the shoebox the rest igniting in flames. 

She stared at it for a moment, letting everything burn away when the faces started coming back up again. All the face, not from memories in the box, but from what she had been doing with Discrodia, gods what a waste of that rum, she needed it to hide the faces and the screams, she needed it to be able to function. So she stumbled out of the alleyway, not looking at the box that was becoming ash, that was a different life, a different Felicity. Right now, her entire life was open for a rewriting. 

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Celso stretched in his boxers, which stood in for pajamas, and went to get some milk. That was when he saw his bedroom door ajar. Curious, he walked over to have a look. With a frown, he flipped on the light and flicked his wrist. The breeze pushed the covers back, revealing… nothing. He grit his teeth and pulled on a jacket before running down the steps. The cold air smacked him in the face. He didn’t care though. “Felicity! Felicity!” He picked up speed. Then he saw something that caught his eye. Black smoke. He hurried towards it, momentarily forgetting her and just wanting to stop the fire in his lovely city. The glow of the fire lite the alleyway decently, so what else was there to do but to run into it? So he did. And almost ran right into her. “Felicity!”

Then he took in what he was seeing. A lighter in one hand and an empty rum bottle in the other. He intentionally moved so she couldn’t just easily get around him as he took her shoulder. “What are you doing out so late? Are you okay? What’s going on here?’ He took the lighter and pocketed it, then took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, meanwhile flicking another hand and drawing the southerlies away from the fire to take some of its fuel. “Come on, we’re going home and we’re talking about this.” One southerly picked something else up though, smacking it right in his chest. He picked it off and looked at it. A silhouette of a family: mom, dad, and a young child between them walking on a beach. “Oh… That’s what this is about…” He looked to her. “Don’t give up. He just wasn’t the one. Remember he wants you happy. Try to do that for him. Until then, something hot to drink in this weather. Come on. Like hot chocolate? Or more the coffee type?”
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Only Got Just One Life

She heard him before she saw him. It wasn't like he was being quiet about anything. All she did was grit her teeth and curse in Latin under her breath, thankfully he didn't understand it, not that she was saying anything bad about him, gods no, just cursing her own stupidity. She had been careful ever since she started bunking at his place, sneaking out while he was asleep. It wasn't like she slept much anyway and as stated before, she had business she needed to do and bars that needed to be visited. Granted, she had gotten into brawls into half of them and ended up kicked out too, there was that one instance where she killed the bartender and then everyone else and it was on the news, but luckily that wasn't inside the city, she had gone far out for that one, it was a bad night.

She just looked at Celso as he blocked her way.  What was with him anyway? Their first meeting was literally her passed out in an alley and she had tried to shrug him off ever since then. Why did he keep sticking by her? He confused the heck out of her. Yeah sure, he was attractive, she even offered to sleep wit him on the first night. She sighed and rolled her eyes some, shrugging her shoulders in an feeble attempt to shrug his hand off. "I'm just getting some air and... burning some bridges." She said with a sly smirk at her own little joke, yeah the alcohol had definitely hit her. She frowned at the lighter being taken away, she had spent a good solid euro on that. Not really, she stole it, but c'mon. He was killing her vibe. 

"How about a bar?" She said at his question on coffee or hot chocolate and tried to sidestep him, stopping as she finally looked at him and noticed the heavy feeling on her shoulders from where he put his jacket on her. She really was slow on the reaction bit with the alcohol in her system but her face lite up in a bright red as her face warmed in a blush at seeing him in just his boxers. It wasn't the first time, she had been bunking at his place but gods....he just looked amazing. And this was coming from someone who use to have the biggest crush on Apollo. "You need your jacket! What in gods name are you doing in just your boxers!? Are you crazy or something?!" Felicity yelled at him, taking his jacket off of her and tossing it at him, her voice full of concern for his safety, both physically and mentally. Seriously, what was he thinking? It was cold out here, at least she assumed so, she could see her breath but she was pretty much ignoring any cold feeling or any feeling, anything if she could help it. But this guy, seriously, just who did he think he was? Sticking by her and making her feel stuff again. She didn't like it. She knew it would only be a matter of time. 

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How long had she been doing this? Sneaking out and doing stupid stuff in a place she didn’t know, by herself? He wanted to lock her up, not that that would do anything with her powers. Maybe focus a bunch of lights on her so there were no shadows. No, that would be torture. Literally. He was pretty sure there were actual torture methods that involved floodlights. He was no crazy mean person. Just the annoying big brother kind of person. The one who things he’s funny in a sly way as he repeatedly has your back whether you wanted it had or not. Yes, that one. At least, that was how he saw himself. How he wished he was. So he went back to the matter at hand.

He took this slowly seeing as she was obviously not in a good state. Step one, keep her from leaving, but gently. With any luck, she wouldn’t even notice he was blocking her in at first. That had happened with drunks before, where they literally did not comprehend your presence for about ten seconds. There was the eye roll. Time was up. He nodded slightly at her words. “Literally, I see. Just so you know, the uncontained fire thing is frowned upon in these part. City life, you know. Clever, though. I did spot what you did.”

He occupied himself with unzipping his jacket as she suggested a bar, then pulled it around her shoulders snug and cozy. “Probably not a good idea. Nothing against you.” He was being serious too. He really wasn’t dressed to go anywhere in public. He’d be kicked out. So it honestly had nothing – mostly- to do with her. Then it hit her. He had to smile a little when her face reddened. “Really, I’d think the cold would hit before the jacket,” he teased, as though saying she was only blushing because of the chill. Her incredulous question made him laugh though. “I was in a hurry.” He caught the thrown jacket, but his smile didn’t waver. “I’ll put it back on once you come back with me. If not, then I’ll tell the officer it was your idea I go stripping.” Back to teasing. Why? He actually kind of liked the idea that he could be making that hint of color come to her face. It was cute. “Now come on, Jane.” He offered his arm again.
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She smirked some. "Shame, you were suppose to be dead asleep dreaming about pasta or something." Wow, way to make a stereotype joke, but she didn't even feel a little emptatheic to the fact because really, that was what he was suppose to be doing. Why, out of all nights did he choose this one to wake up and come after her? She was sure that even if the police had come around to complain to her about the fire she just would have ended their lives easily. Great, there comes the sinful thinking again. It just rolled out easier after drinking, all part of the nightly ritual, perhaps it was better he stumbled upon her when he did rather than when she was over some limp body without a look of shame on her face. 

She looked at him with a  serious expression. How could he keep up with that grin? Wasn't it hurting his mouth? And then he brought up that thing about stripping and she could feel her face just grow warmer, damn him. Seriously, who the hell did he think he was, this was a serious matter! She didn't want to smile or laugh, or freaking blush! She didn't even like blushing when Remus did it. She would always hide her face and he would always brush her hair away and his smile, dang it, she needed another drink. "I mean, I could always play the dumb American who let the hot Italian take advantage of her and then we'll see whose side the officer takes too." She said without joking, the flash of memory just making her sound a bit harsher and the alcohol still mixed in her blood stream. After all, night was when it was worse, when the darkness was all around her and the hidden memories of the day start to creep forward. 

She gave a small sigh and rubbed her forehead, knowing she should probably apologize to him but just not caring to do so, she just didn't want to hurt him for some strange reason, he made her smile, even if she didn't show it and he did make her day better, again, she probably didn't show it. If he was a normal person he should have left her by now, well, maybe not normal since he was a demigod, but if he was smart. Maybe it was some European thing, or a Greek thing, some random genetic coding that told them to out stubborn the stubborn, then again, Felicity hadn't been as stubborn as she use to credit herself on, she just didn't care anymore. "You should just go on ahead, I know my way back. Sorry if I woke you." She muttered as she tried to move past him, though part of her wanted to go with him, the part that craved the attention and affection. She wanted to know what his hugs felt like, how his warmth felt pressed against her. But the part that wanted to move past him was the part that was scared of ever letting anyone get that close to her again. 

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