This Seat Taken? (Cupid)

[haley]

GODS! How did those Venus girls do it!? Haley leaned on the counter and stared at her image in the mirror as though staring herself down might have some helpful effect. It didn’t. She’d tried pulling her hair back, or braiding it or something. Anything. In the end, she’d get frustrated and pull the hair tie out, along with a few hairs usually, which only made it all the more frustrating. Which led her to where she was right now. That was to say, standing here after twenty minutes and finally deciding to just yank a brush through it and call it done.

It really wasn’t like her to put this much stock in her appearance. In fact, if she told herself she would ever act like this, she would likely double over laughing. Haley was not exactly a Miss America type of girl. Actually, she was more like a hey let’s tell people off and in general be the stereotypical problem child type. Except today. Or any time that involved Cupid for that matter. Or her select few friends, but that was another story. She brushed a hair off her jeans and pulled on the black jacket she’d borrowed for the occasion over the otherwise plain white tank top, fastening the weird belt button thing. Slipping her feet into the black ballet flats, she looked back to the mirror to double check. With the brief lick of a finger and brush of a loose strand of hair aside, she deemed herself ready to go. Which didn’t really change the fact that she was incredibly nervous. And this wasn’t just anything. It was dinner on Valentine’s Day. She could already feel her cheeks getting hot, and didn’t need to be looking at the mirror to know that anyone could probably tell.

Speaking of which, she checked her watch. She still had ten minutes. Perfect. She hurried out of the baths and back to the girls’ barracks of the third cohort, grabbed a few denarii and shoved them unceremoniously into her pocket, and then set out. She was supposed to meet him there, and it was only about halfway to the place that it really started to sink in. She was going on a date with a god. Well, not that she really cared that much that Cupid was a god, just that he was basically amazing and that she had a huge crush on him. And she didn’t hold the fact that his daughter was annoying against him either. She rather hoped the girl wouldn’t be there, but an event like this, it didn’t seem likely. Hence private dinners. And besides, did this count as a date? She wasn’t really certain where he stood on the whole matter. Though really, even if he was on the neutral side, she was fine with just hanging out with him. As odd as it likely would sound to anyone else, it was sort of nice not being the harsh, unpleasant person she’s sort of made herself to be for just a little while.

When she got there, there were already a good few people around, so she did the thing she did best: staying to the edges. Spotting him was easier than expected. He was certainly tall, and not many other people had that distinct of hair and thick glasses – did he really need those anyway? Not that they didn’t look good on him, but she couldn’t envision a god physically needing corrective eye products. She made her way over to him anyhow from behind and placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Looking for someone, handsome?” she teasingly asked with a smile.

Tag: Cupid
Word Count: 613
Oufit: here

[mars]

Given that it was, indeed, his holiday, one would think that Cupid would be in the best of possible moods. Well he may have been before, but upon arriving at Camp Jupiter, his mood had noticeably lessened. Out in the mortal world, people were exchanging flowers, chocolates, and such. They were going out for romantic evenings, and hell, he'd even been witness to a proposal in Time Square just a few hours earlier. Everything was perfectly romantic in the mortal world, so much so that he was feeling rather content and proud of himself at the time. He had even admittedly stopped in for a quick peak at the Greek demigod camp, upon which he found he was rather delighted with how Valentine's Day was going there as well.

Though, his excitement and delight was dashed almost the very moment he set foot back in the Roman camp. He had set up a dating service, if you will, for that very evening and nearly every camper had elected to participate..And then they of course felt the need to complain when they learned of their matches. Perhaps now he understood why the other gods complained about how demigods were quite ungrateful. Because while he'd admit that his half-sister Charlie had a right to complain (after all, his pairing for her was just for his own personal amusement), people like Miss Felicity and Miss Vivian had no such rights. He'd found them the perfect pairings, and yet he could still hear the gossip circulating about both of them being discontented with this 'stupid night'-as he'd heard one claim Felicity said (something which especially made him flinch considering he'd thought they were actually on relatively decent terms). And now even his night was dampened as a result! Something which was rather hard to do. Though he couldn't decide whether or not he was more hurt or more frustrated. Either way, he clearly was not content.

Still, it wasn't the time for him to fret over their rudeness. No, he couldn't carry that poor mood into his own date. Not when he had been looking forward to it all day. He'd even gotten his mother's own opinion on which suit he should wear, and if him stooping to fashion advice from his mother wasn't proof enough how nervous he was, then he wasn't sure what was.

Fidgeting slightly as he lingered outside his own event (one which he'd been organizing and perfecting for the past few hours or so), he swept over the area once more with his eyes. Still not here, he noted a little nervously as he tried to straighten his tie-even though he had already done that over fifteen times in the past hour or so. He was certain it couldn't get any straighter, but his nerves still managed to get the better of him. So much so that he even jumped at the light brush of a hand on his shoulder. He perked up, however, as soon as the familiar lilt of Haley's voice registered in his ears. "Just my lovely date,

[/color]" He responded with a bright, albeit still shy, smile as he turned around on his heel to face the girl. "My very lovely date, indeed,[/color]" The god turned a light shade of crimson as he took in the appearance of the demigod. Much more formal than he had ever seen her. Of course not that she didn't look beautiful in any manner. But he could still tell she had tried for his sake-even her hair looked as though she had attempted to style it in some manner before inevitably giving up. It was certainly a mess by any Venus kids' standards, but to him, she could look like the biggest mess in the world and she would still be more beautiful than Venus herself (apologies to his mother, but it was true).

"Um, I actually got you something as well, to go with your outfit..not that you don't look absolutely stunning without it..[/color]" He trailed off, turning even redder still as he held up a small jewelry box for her.




tag ;; the stunning haley
word count ;; 684
notes ;; contents of the jewelry box...and yes, it's a diamond in the middle of the heart..Cupid doesn't skimp.


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[haley]

Why was she so nervous? Well, besides the fact that she was going on a date for the first time ever, and it was with the cutest guy ever. Well, guy slash god. Even if it meant dressing up and going in front of the whole camp, she was sort of okay with that. Mostly because it was his holiday and that did carry some weight. Ordinarily, she didn’t like this holiday. And unfortunately, Cupid knew that and had wasted no time in reminding her, seeing as she’d sort of accidentally ish made it obvious in front of him. Yeah, not her brightest move. But now she was a lot more, well, okay, with it. Not fond, true, but okay. The fat winged babies all over frilly Hallmark cards not so much, but the chocolate part was great. And the post Valentine’s Day sales were excellent.

And speaking of the not a chubby angel baby, there he was, by far better than a fat baby with wings and a bow. Seeing him jump at her appearance made her smile. At least she wasn’t the only one nervous. She tried not to laugh though so she wouldn’t make him feel bad himself. Of course, his words only made it easier to smile and, unfortunately, to blush as well. “Sorry for keeping so handsome a date waiting.” A blush looked good on him anyway. And the suit was great on him too. “Well, don’t you look sharp. Not that you don’t always. And thanks. I admit I actually put some energy into looking better than normal for a change. Sorry I didn’t when we first met.” The fact that he seemed to notice meant a lot. Feeling ridiculous and overly girly for the last hour or so seemed a good bit worth it now.

The idea that he – Cupid! She was still trying to get her head around that one – had gotten her something was a bit surprising. Though she should have known. After all, he was like the god of romance basically, right, so this had to be old news for him. “Oh! You didn’t have to, you know! Thank you though.” Though she felt a little bad that she didn’t get him anything in return. She took the box from him and carefully opened it and there was no use trying to hold back the gasp. Gingerly, she pulled it out and looked closer. “It’s gorgeous. Oh, thank you!” Perhaps it was spur of the moment, and totally not like herself, but she threw her arms around him. It was like she might have done when she was young, but no more. And that sunk in a moment later, as she quickly let go and went even redder than before. Though there was one think left. “Could you… help me put it on?” It wasn’t really the usual flirty thing she was actually going for, though flirty was quickly becoming something she was alright with given the timing. It was more that, in all honesty, she sucked at working with jewelry and didn’t want to look like an idiot fumbling with the clasp in front of him. “… if you don’t mind.”

Tag: Cupid!
Word Count: 532
Note: Sorry it's so short!! >.<!

[mars]

"I'm patient,

[/color]" The god assured her with a smile. After all, he'd been alive for much longer than anyone else in the near vicinity so one would hope that he knew how to wait. He supposed his father really met the age standards as well, but lacked all of the patience that one might suspect he could possess. Then again, Mars never really had to wait for anything given that he was demanding and ultimately terrifying to those who didn't know better. There was also the small fact that he'd already met his...well Cupid wasn't really sure what to refer to his mother as in this case given that they weren't actually married, or significant others in any form. What they were was really something that the god felt uncomfortable saying, or even thinking. The point was though, Mars hadn't had to wait to meet Venus, whereas Cupid had patiently gone through centuries worth of existence until he met the ever-perfect, ever-beautiful Haley Campbell. She was well worth the wait though, he figured (and he'd argue that with anyone who insisted differently-including his stubborn children).

"Thanks, Miss Campbell,[/color]" Cupid bowed slightly, almost in a silly manner, but given that wasn't the god's typical style, it was hard to catch onto that fact. He opened his mouth to say more, but that's when he realized saying 'my mom helped pick it out' was not, in any way, cool (he believed that was the word kids used these days). No. Just a bad idea really. Especially given that most Romans held his mother in such low esteem. "No apologies necessary though. And for the record..you always look beautiful. Even in a Pacman t-shirt, after all, Pacman's a classic.[/color]" He teased slightly, though it was still rather clear that he was completely serious about her always looking completely radiant. "Plus, the dressing down just adds character and it says you're confident with who you are. Which you should be, because you're..you know.[/color]" He trailed off slightly, smiling sheepishly, figuring that he already made enough of a rambling idiot out of himself. And that was just in the span of five minutes. How impressive. Any of his relatives on his mother's side would be so ashamed at his disjointed flattery..Oh well.

Apparently it worked well enough for him on Haley though, because while he thought he might have looked ridiculous, she was flattered enough by the prospect of the necklace to throw her arms around him for a hug. Unexpected of course, so Cupid had a few seconds in which he wasn't even sure what was happening before he managed to recover and gently hug her back, kissing her softly on the cheek, with a small grin on his lips. Too far? Being the god of affection, he doubted it. "Well I thought you deserved something, so no I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You're welcome though,[/color]" His smile only widened as he carefully took the necklace from her, brushing her hair to the side while he stood behind her and clasped the jewelry. "So, does this mean you're okay with my holiday, now?[/color]" Cupid asked somewhat cheekily.




tag ;; the stunning haley
word count ;; 530
notes ;; s'okay! mine was pretty short too! BUT IT'S ALL CUTE. AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS.


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[haley]

“You’re lucky then,” she said with a laugh. “Patience is one of those wonderful, admirable qualities I’ve never possessed and I sometimes annoy even myself.” Which was true enough. Just getting ready for this she’d gotten herself in a total frazzle over the fact that her hair was not looking like she wanted it to quick enough. Pretty sad, really. Which was why it was in no particular fashion at the moment. But at least she was here in decent time, right? She should have expected that he would be here already though, given this was sort of his event and all that, so putting forth a little effort to get here earlier probably would have been a smart idea. Thank the gods – which was weird to think or say in this case, she realized, given she was meeting up with one – he was patient like he said. Then again, at his age – no offense. Being impatient and immortal would royally stink. She wondered if any of the gods suffered from that.

But back to reality! This was not the time or place to be letting her mind wander. She had to smile when he bowed, mostly because it was ten times as formal as anyone here could likely manage in their left pinkie finger, and because it seemed so sweet coming from him. She sincerely hoped that that hint of him wanting to say something but not was not a product of her own over-chattery style. She’d just have to remember to not talk so much next time maybe. If that was possible for her. She smiled at his teasing. “I’m glad someone else sees how fashion forward Pacman is.” After all, a few girls had given her the worst stink eye for that one, and not just Venus girls even. Not that she cared all that much, but still. “And thanks. I really appreciate that.” Even if she thought he was a bit off his rocker to think so highly of her. The continued small rambling – thank the gods she wasn’t the only one with that habit – only made him all the more endearing to be honest. And not that he was complimenting her, but the fact that he looked about as mildly embarrassed – but not in that ‘mom calls about making sure you packed underwear’ kinda way, more that ‘I totally don’t know what I’m doing so I hope I don’t screw this up’ way – as she felt. “Well, for the record, you seem pretty confident in yourself too. And gentlemanly as well.”

When she saw the necklace he’d given her, she honestly hugged him before thinking about the consequences of such actions. Thankfully, Cupid didn’t seem to take too poorly to public displays of affection, which was good considering who he was and all. But all the same, it was reassuring when he hugged her back. It was nice to know she wasn’t too forward or a total idiot or something. Though when he kissed her cheek, she admittedly could feel herself blushing. So much for worrying about being forward. Not that she thought he was. Not for the first time tonight, she told herself mentally to shut up.

As if asking a guy – god, whatever – to put a necklace on her wasn’t awkward-embarrassing enough, his question made sure that she was roughly the color of a tomato. She felt horrible for dissing his holiday before. So the chance to try and make it up to him was welcome. “Yes, definitely. I’d say it might be my favorite holiday now even.” Which was saying a lot, because the snacks they had during Saturnalia were to die for.

Tag: the ever-wonderful Cupid
Word Count: 611
Notes: late, sorry. But these two are so squee