Post by Artemis on Apr 29, 2015 18:58:38 GMT -6
The morning after, a moment that brings with all manner of possibilities. Will you be pleased at where you are? Will you be pleased about who is lying next to you? On this particular morning in New Orleans, Louisiana, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the woman known as Artemis awakens to find herself in a room she doesn’t recognize right off. As consciousness floods her mind, she notices she’s in Cole Hunter’s bed, his arm draped over her and for a second, she feels like all is right with the world.
A second later, panic fills her and she scoots out from under his arm, over to the far side of the bed, a look of horror on her face, like a kid that’s about to get scolded. Cole slowly sits up, taking in the sight of her as he'd never seen her before. Here was his wondrous, strong and independent Huntress... cowering like a small puppy that had been kicked and admonished and expected more of the same.
Cole: Jackie... no punishment is forthcoming, you've performed no actions worthy of any admonishment...
Artemis: But I'm in your bed... Apollo never let me in his bed... If I was caught even in his room when he wasn’t fucking me…
She shakes her head.
Artemis: Please don't hurt me....
Cole: Your worries are misplaced, Jackie. Nothing will befall you here...
Artemis: Are you sure?
Cole: Jackie…
He pauses, choosing his words carefully.
Cole: This is now as much your bed as it is mine, if you wish it to be.
Artemis: I do...
He extends a hand.
Cole: You need not remain literally on the edge...
Artemis nods, taking his hand and moving back towards him
Cole: Is Jackie the diminutive formation of anything?
Artemis frowns.
Artemis: Dim... what?
Cole smiles.
Cole: Is it short for anything?
Artemis: Jacqueline Abadonna Parthenopaeus
Cole nods thoughtfully.
Cole: May God protect the Destroyer virgin...
She frowns.
Artemis: You speak Greek?
Cole shrugs.
Cole: Nomenclature has always inspired interest for me, whether they be French, Hebrew or, indeed, Greek in origin.
Artemis: Fair enough.
She smiles.
Cole: My own means "Black Pursuer" or "Black Hunter" depending on which you prefer.
Artemis: Kind of fitting... Dark one. Dark Prince.
He pauses.
Cole: Well, if you only utilize my given and family names anyway. If my middle name is also included, the word "benevolent" is added.
Artemis: What’s your middle name?
Cole: Ellas, my mother enjoyed the local music and so named me after two of her favorites.
Artemis: Cole Ellas Hunter…
She smiles.
Artemis: Much less of a mouthful than my name.
Cole nods.
Cole: My mother was not known for wondrous feats of memory and thus required something on the short side. Cole Porter and Bo Diddley were her inspirations.
Artemis: Not familiar with either of those people.
Cole shrugs.
Cole: My mother enjoyed older music. Cole Porter is from the old broadway and jazz worlds. He's not technically a New Orleans musician but there was no telling her such things. Bo Diddley was a blues guitar player from Mississippi who made his name in Chicago but again, there was no telling her that he was not of New Orleans because both jazz and the blues originated in this area. Bo Diddley's real name was Ellas Bates, thus... Cole Ellas...
Artemis: I see... My names come from my family, Abadonna is from my grandmother and Jacqueline was my Auntie.
Cole: Well, Miss Jackie... how do you take to my domicile?
Artemis: Domicile?
Cole nods.
Cole: What do you think of the house?
Artemis: What I’ve seen, I like. It’s much better than what I'm used to... And you’re here, so that’s a plus.
Cole: Please attempt to make yourself comfortable as you see fit.
Artemis smiles before snuggling into him.
Artemis: Gladly
Cole puts his arm around gently and nuzzles her back.
Cole: Welcome home, Jackie.
Artemis: Home.... Never really had a home before…
She smiles looking over her shoulder at him.
Cole: So, now that comfort has been achieved, would you like to play with our captive audience?
Artemis cocks her head.
Artemis: Captive audience... Oh, you mean HIM....
Cole nods and Artemis looks at him worriedly.
Artemis: He won’t... hurt me will he?
Cole: HIs ability is quite curtailed.
Artemis: Ok, but can I stay and cuddle just a little longer...
She manages to move in closer to him.
Artemis: Maybe all day...
Closer still.
Artemis: Do we really need to move right now...
She pouts almost playfully, moving away like she expects an answer she won’t like.
Cole: Whatever you wish, it will be so.
She happily snuggles back into him.
Artemis: If we go to him...
She bites her lip with mixed fear and anticipation.
Artemis: Can I play with him too? Make him never forget me?
Cole nods.
Artemis: And then, after we play, we can come back and do more of this?
Cole: As you wish.
Artemis sits up, stretching
Artemis: Let’s go spill some blood.
Cole: If Raymond has not already caused that possibility to cease previous to our arrival.
Artemis: He better not! I wanna play too!
Cole nods, amused by the level of enthusiasm rising off of her. Artemis starts to climb from the bed and retrieves her jeans and shirt from the floor
Artemis: He's gonna regret the day he met me....
Cole smirks.
Cole: There is no doubt he will rue many things...
A second later, panic fills her and she scoots out from under his arm, over to the far side of the bed, a look of horror on her face, like a kid that’s about to get scolded. Cole slowly sits up, taking in the sight of her as he'd never seen her before. Here was his wondrous, strong and independent Huntress... cowering like a small puppy that had been kicked and admonished and expected more of the same.
Cole: Jackie... no punishment is forthcoming, you've performed no actions worthy of any admonishment...
Artemis: But I'm in your bed... Apollo never let me in his bed... If I was caught even in his room when he wasn’t fucking me…
She shakes her head.
Artemis: Please don't hurt me....
Cole: Your worries are misplaced, Jackie. Nothing will befall you here...
Artemis: Are you sure?
Cole: Jackie…
He pauses, choosing his words carefully.
Cole: This is now as much your bed as it is mine, if you wish it to be.
Artemis: I do...
He extends a hand.
Cole: You need not remain literally on the edge...
Artemis nods, taking his hand and moving back towards him
Cole: Is Jackie the diminutive formation of anything?
Artemis frowns.
Artemis: Dim... what?
Cole smiles.
Cole: Is it short for anything?
Artemis: Jacqueline Abadonna Parthenopaeus
Cole nods thoughtfully.
Cole: May God protect the Destroyer virgin...
She frowns.
Artemis: You speak Greek?
Cole shrugs.
Cole: Nomenclature has always inspired interest for me, whether they be French, Hebrew or, indeed, Greek in origin.
Artemis: Fair enough.
She smiles.
Cole: My own means "Black Pursuer" or "Black Hunter" depending on which you prefer.
Artemis: Kind of fitting... Dark one. Dark Prince.
He pauses.
Cole: Well, if you only utilize my given and family names anyway. If my middle name is also included, the word "benevolent" is added.
Artemis: What’s your middle name?
Cole: Ellas, my mother enjoyed the local music and so named me after two of her favorites.
Artemis: Cole Ellas Hunter…
She smiles.
Artemis: Much less of a mouthful than my name.
Cole nods.
Cole: My mother was not known for wondrous feats of memory and thus required something on the short side. Cole Porter and Bo Diddley were her inspirations.
Artemis: Not familiar with either of those people.
Cole shrugs.
Cole: My mother enjoyed older music. Cole Porter is from the old broadway and jazz worlds. He's not technically a New Orleans musician but there was no telling her such things. Bo Diddley was a blues guitar player from Mississippi who made his name in Chicago but again, there was no telling her that he was not of New Orleans because both jazz and the blues originated in this area. Bo Diddley's real name was Ellas Bates, thus... Cole Ellas...
Artemis: I see... My names come from my family, Abadonna is from my grandmother and Jacqueline was my Auntie.
Cole: Well, Miss Jackie... how do you take to my domicile?
Artemis: Domicile?
Cole nods.
Cole: What do you think of the house?
Artemis: What I’ve seen, I like. It’s much better than what I'm used to... And you’re here, so that’s a plus.
Cole: Please attempt to make yourself comfortable as you see fit.
Artemis smiles before snuggling into him.
Artemis: Gladly
Cole puts his arm around gently and nuzzles her back.
Cole: Welcome home, Jackie.
Artemis: Home.... Never really had a home before…
She smiles looking over her shoulder at him.
Cole: So, now that comfort has been achieved, would you like to play with our captive audience?
Artemis cocks her head.
Artemis: Captive audience... Oh, you mean HIM....
Cole nods and Artemis looks at him worriedly.
Artemis: He won’t... hurt me will he?
Cole: HIs ability is quite curtailed.
Artemis: Ok, but can I stay and cuddle just a little longer...
She manages to move in closer to him.
Artemis: Maybe all day...
Closer still.
Artemis: Do we really need to move right now...
She pouts almost playfully, moving away like she expects an answer she won’t like.
Cole: Whatever you wish, it will be so.
She happily snuggles back into him.
Artemis: If we go to him...
She bites her lip with mixed fear and anticipation.
Artemis: Can I play with him too? Make him never forget me?
Cole nods.
Artemis: And then, after we play, we can come back and do more of this?
Cole: As you wish.
Artemis sits up, stretching
Artemis: Let’s go spill some blood.
Cole: If Raymond has not already caused that possibility to cease previous to our arrival.
Artemis: He better not! I wanna play too!
Cole nods, amused by the level of enthusiasm rising off of her. Artemis starts to climb from the bed and retrieves her jeans and shirt from the floor
Artemis: He's gonna regret the day he met me....
Cole smirks.
Cole: There is no doubt he will rue many things...
