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Favorite artist?

“honestly, fuck if i know.” 

Favorite song?

“kids see ghosts by kid cudi is what i’ve been listening to recently.”

Favorite color?

“black or red.”

Dream destination?

“iceland, or india.”

Last text message that made you smile?

“i am pretty sure it was a meme.”

Are you single?

“yes.”

Do you have a crush on someone on this site?

“ha, no.”

Would you be my friend?

“sure, i have no reason not to be.”

What do you think of ____?

Favorite tv show?

“i really like dark on netflix.”

Would you rather ____ or ____?

Choose between ____ and ____.

If you had to choose one song to listen to for the rest of your life which would it be?

“you are my sunshine by johnny cash, probably.”

If you had to choose one song to never listen to again which would it be?

“does it have to be one i like? if not, anything meghan trainor.”

Do you like fanfics? If so, what’s your all time favorite?

“not really.”

Can you draw?

“no, which is partially why i’m in photography.”

Can you sing?

“vaguely. i’m not anything professional but i don’t sound like i’m dying if i do.”

Can you write?

“i believe i can, yes.”

What’s your favorite book?

“the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov.”

Books or movies?

“movies.”

Least favorite movie you’ve seen?

“god, uh, one of the mission impossibles definitely, fucking tom cruise.”

Least favorite book you’ve read?

“i don’t know, go set a watchman?”

Dreamworks or Pixar?

“dreamworks.”

Marvel or DC?

“both? i like the ladies of dc better, though.”

Nickeloden or Disney?

“nickelodeon.”

Favorite childhood tv show?

“courage the cowardly dog.”

Least favorite childhood tv show?

“spongebob.”

Something you regret doing?

“so many things.”

Something you regret not doing?

“i regret not going to college.”

Who was your last kiss?

“i don’t know. it was at a party.”

Kisses or hugs?

“hugs.”

Cuddles or sex?

“sex.”

Netflix or Hulu?

“netflix.”

Favorite superhero?

“god, uh, wonderwoman.”

Least favorite superhero?

“batman is kinda whiny.”

Favorite super-villain?

“hela was bad ass, i liked her.”

Least favorite super-villain?

“the joker.”

Dream job?

“photographer.”

Ideal partner?

“dunno. someone who knows me and still wants to stick around.”

Do you want to get married?

“no.”

Do you want kids?

“probably not.”

Where are you from?

“chicago born and raised but my family is from naples, italy”

Where would you want to live?

“literally anywhere else.”

Do you like space?

“yes.”

Do you believe in magic?

“in some aspects.”

Opinion on aliens?

“they’re real but not in the way we portray them.”

What’s your favorite planet?

“what even is this?”

What’s your least favorite planet?

“who cares?”

What’s your zodiac sign?

“i’m a leo.”

Would a person’s zodiac be a deal breaker when it comes to dating them?

No, the most unusual thing about the day when she finally woke up, was the fact that it was so quiet on Carter’s side of the room. Due to the size of the barracks section, and the fact that it was divided into two rooms with four bunks each, it was rather easy to hear your bunkmates’ smallest noises - or even the noises of those bunked in the room next door.

The Lieutenant finished lacing up her combat boots - after all, Spartans on duty always slept in their fatigues, if not their armour, or their bodysuits - and rose from her bunk to stretch in the aisle between the beds.

She wasn’t exactly quiet, and so if the Commander had been sleeping, she would have woken him up. But no, there was no indication as to his state of awareness.

...Something felt off.

She stepped to his side of the room, and tapped on his shoulder, accompanied by a soft inquiry of, “Carter?”

There was a shuffling of blankets, as the Spartan shifted around to face her, and she almost took a step back in stunned shock, when she saw his expression. His eyes were reddened, dulled by exhaustion, with dark rings underneath. There were tear stains streaked down his cheeks, and his eyes were still wet. Overall he looked completely and utterly miserable - worse than he’d been yesterday, when he’d broken down over Kat.

Artemis couldn’t blame him.

The Lieutenant Commander hadn’t just been his right-hand Spartan; she’d been his best friend, by his side ever since he’d picked her for the first incarnation of Noble Team. Now she was gone, and that had undoubtedly left a gap in the Commander’s life that none could fill.

“...You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” she queried.

Carter shook his head mutely, and it looked like he was trying his damnedest not to start crying all over again.

“What happened?” The Lieutenant wanted to sit on the bed beside him, but there was no room, and thus she had to settle for resting a gentle hand on his shoulder instead. It was all she could do, unless he stood up, but that was unlikely at this point in time.

“I...” He ducked his head, and swallowed heavily. “I just... miss Kat.” His voice was hollow, and raw, and tinged with grief. “And it just...it really hurts. It’s my birthday today, and it’s the first one I’ve had while part of Noble Team without Kat. I don’t know what to do, or how to feel, and I just...”

Oh.

Her heart went out to him.

“Carter, I’m so sorry,” she murmured softly, and she genuinely meant it. Normally, it would have been a kind of placating line, something meant kind of pathetically to help another feel better, but - she understood how he felt, in a way. She’d only just gotten Kat back, only to have her sister ripped from life so cruelly right in front of her eyes.

“I just...out of all the team members I’ve lost over the years, I never thought it’d be her, y’know? And not like that. Spartans don’t just die like that. We go out with a sacrifice, not....get cut down cruelly while we’re trying to get to safety.” the Commander admitted quietly, with a shake of his head.

They do. We get hurt just like regular Marines do - just a lot less often.

Artemis didn’t say that out loud, however; it wouldn’t have been right to do so, at this point in time. Instead, she frowned, and gave his shoulder a squeeze; a silent I’m here.

There was a choked sob, and then Carter was half in, half out of the bed, hugging her and pressing his face into her shoulder, and crying his eyes out.

At first, the lone wolf was so startled that she didn’t know what to do. The grief wasn’t entirely unexpected, given the situation, but then again.... the way they’d interacted with one another since Kat had been killed was.... different. He was a lot more honest with her than he’d ever been, and certainly a lot more touchy-feely than she’d ever thought possible from him.

However, she pushed the bewilderment aside, and instead wrapped her arms around him in a somewhat awkward embrace, one hand gently stroking the back of his skull. No words were offered. She wasn’t sure what to say at this point in time anyway, and sometimes, comfort was better offered in physical form.