— OTP
what was aristotle hades but one who always liked a challenge. a ode to his upbringing, he thinks, of years and years of being faced with hardships only a god could understand, he developed a want, a need, almost, to attempt any struggle. case in point: joyce white.
textbook example of a girl with walls upon walls built around her to stop boys like him (boys that your parents warn you about) from getting too close. a princess, of course, two brothers, one sister, an army of bestfriends, one being another princess, the other the daughter of captain america, both solid tens on the scale, the world at her finger tips. but that didn’t stop aris before.
“joyce!” he jogs up beside her, his smile friendly, inviting, not at all reflecting the inner workings of his mind, pulling a pink up line from the back of his mind “are you a magician?” he always had a new line for her, in particular, every single day, without fail, as if he was testing the water to see which would work on her, “because every time i see you, everyone else just disappears”Â
