Man, that was hilarious. Dean as Artemis's champion ... hee! Nice to see how circumspect he can be, horndog that he is.
“Yeah, but you like me,” Dean grins. He is looking at her the way Paul sometimes does when a Seer is giving a particularly clever and ambivalent prophecy he did not expect, and Artie is willing to swear on the cold dark waters of the River Styx that Dean is not shocked by the fact that she is one of the twelve Olympian Gods, but he is shocked by the fact that she is millennia old and…well…she is a virgin. Something about that fact shakes his fundamental belief in the rightness of things, and he eyes her from head to toe in quick, almost concealed sweeps thoughtfully.
“Do not even think it,” Artie says.
“Think what?” he asks blinking, but the flutter of his eyelids this time is not innocent, no matter how hard he tries.
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Date: 2007-04-11 04:36 pm (UTC)“Yeah, but you like me,” Dean grins. He is looking at her the way Paul sometimes does when a Seer is giving a particularly clever and ambivalent prophecy he did not expect, and Artie is willing to swear on the cold dark waters of the River Styx that Dean is not shocked by the fact that she is one of the twelve Olympian Gods, but he is shocked by the fact that she is millennia old and…well…she is a virgin. Something about that fact shakes his fundamental belief in the rightness of things, and he eyes her from head to toe in quick, almost concealed sweeps thoughtfully.
“Do not even think it,” Artie says.
“Think what?” he asks blinking, but the flutter of his eyelids this time is not innocent, no matter how hard he tries.
Beautiful.
-Labseraph