āĀ GOLDEN | apollo + cora
corajpg:
āI can see that, youāve just bet against the wrong person.ā She shot back, placing her hand on her hip as she looked him over once, nodding her head. āI think as far as everyone could know, yes youāre like my protector. Little do they know I donāt need it at all. Besides, I think that everyone knows that you and I joined the group together, so they know you know me and I know you.ā She said with a shrug, biting her lip slightly. Sure, itād crossed her mind that maybe she should have roomed with someone else to make her act seem a little bit more believable, but there were other girls the roomed with guys too so what really was the harm? Especially since she did know him, it wasnāt like she was shacking up with some random stranger that sheād just met. It didnāt even really matter to her if the group found out who she really was, not when it really came down to it, but playing the āinnocentā type was sort of like a game for her at the moment and she was determined to win this round. She wasnāt expecting him to change his ways around her, in fact, she would probably look at him like he had three heads if he did. āI think us hooking up a pair from this group needs and deserves more celebration than just a high-five, but itās a start.ā She replied with a grin of her own. āYeah, something like that. Itās not the thought process of an angel in the slightest but you and I both know I canāt ever be one, not after the things Iāve done and the fact that Iām just too kick ass to ever fall back into that category.ā She mused, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she placed her hand under his chin. āYou and I both are extremely fond of the less saintly version of me, so youāve got nothing to worry about, sheās here to stay.ā She replied, giving him a genuine smile. Her words were so true, so heavy but she always played them off as if they were nothing ā a mere thought tossed out into the wind even though there was so much truth to them it was almost scary. His reply had her lips curled up into a grin, dropping her gaze to her feet for a moment. āI donāt know about that, youāre a pretty close second.ā She replied, chewing on her bottom lip before she gave him a scoff, rolling her eyes playfully. āApollo Keenan, there are mirrors out the ass here, you canāt tell me you havenāt looked at them since weāve been here. This 'pretty faceā of mine has some serious competition.ā She told him, her tone serious and this time she didnāt try to cover it up with a smile or anything like that. He was someone she didnāt deserve to have, but yet, he stuck around anyways and she didnāt understand it.. but damn, she was so glad he did. āCome on, it wasnāt that bad.. maybe me stealing your clothes was.. but the rest of the time it was fun.ā She said with a giggle, placing her hand over her heart in mock offence. āYou have none off the top of your head because there are none, you can search that brain of yours all you want but I can promise you that youāre not gonna find anything.ā She joked, knowing that there would indeed be a few things he could list of because there were a few times things had not gone as planned. āI guess it is, which means thereās gonna be more than one round. Think you can handle that?ā She questioned, unable to keep the serious face she wanted to at his next words. āNo, I donāt think youāll do it. However, that being said, if you want to prove me wrong.. just make sure your marks arenāt visible.. I have a reputation to uphold.ā She told him, a grin pulling on her lips as she raised a brow in slight curiosity. āI guess we will.ā She replied, dropping her gaze to the cards she was finishing up dealing before looking back up at him with a grin. āThereās only one rule to this game: petty items of clothing do not count.ā
āso iām the guardian angel to a supposed saint? weirdest fucking cover story ever, but iāll roll with it,ā he chuckles, though he takes note of the points she makes. it does make sense, he supposes, for her to room with him, seeing as theyād taken root with the group together. he flashes her a smirk, āare you saying we should celebrate their hook up with a hook up of our own, or...? because i may or may not be very amenable to that idea.ā at the words cora follows up with, apollo arches a brow, playing against her words with a grin, āthere arenātĀ any angels here, love. this world wonāt let them stay. but, true - i wouldnāt have it any other way; and even if you arenāt, you can sure as hell look like one.ā and here he gives her a wink, laughing, easily lifting his head to meet her eyes when she puts her head underneath his chin. āhere to stay? that supposed to be a promise? youāll mess with this poor little heart of mine, like that,ā he snickers, grasping at his chest with his fist, as though itās in pain. again, his words are spoken as a joke; itās easy to hide the tiny bits of truth he lets slip in between all these playful quips and retorts. at her reply to him being a close second to the best, he smiles, giving her a teasing look. he doesnāt know quite what to say in response to that, so he doesnāt say anything at all, instead laughing when cora continues on with a roll of her eyes. āi have looked at them, actually. quite a lot of them, and quite often. dashing fellow, arenāt i?ā he ends up joking in the face of her serious tone, raising his chin and trying to play off a smouldering look - itās not quite there, and it falls within seconds, anyway. when he speaks again, itās still with a playful lilt, but with something suggestive lying between each syllable. āi guess weāre just a pair of pretty faces sharing a room, then. what could go wrong?ā then he smiles at her, half-playful, half-soft. on his end, too, heās never believed himself to be deserving of cora; of her body or of her heart. he wonders, sometimes, if theyād never met through eli (if theyād never shared a past with her brother and his sister), what would be of them now? had they met under different circumstances, would she allow him as close as he is, at this day? he fears the answer, regardless of how pointless it is to worry over such impossible what ifs. āstealing my clothes was awful. i had to chase you down! while naked! that part was horrifying,ā he complains, voice light with laughter; even in his whining, however, he knows nothing bad came of that day. it had been fun, even the parts that left him... visually exposed. āoh, i can find things. but maybe iāll preserve your pride and not say anything,ā he answers. there are various times where plans didnāt go the way theyād hoped, of course, but if apolloās being completely honest, he doubts he could view one as a genuinely terrible idea. āi can handle as many rounds as you throw at me, darling,ā he answers, though he snorts out a laugh at what she says next, regarding bite marks. āalright - iāll only leave them in places no one else should be seeing.ā he raises his brow at her teasingly, his shamelessly suggestive words only slightly cooled by his decidedly comical tone. he settles down comfortable as she finishes dealing the cards, carefully pulling his side of them closer without flipping them over just yet. at her grin, he chuckles, āobviously. iām not playing for your shoes, cora.ā his grin is challenging, arching a brow as he says, ābut, alright. what are our starting bets? i think iāll toss my shirt in the pot. itās pretty much fucking ruined already, anyway.ā









