[ artemis hangs back, quiet. they do not need to speak for her to know artemis does not like or trust this guy. she does not know that she can, either. two bodies lie near her, the one artemis rescued, and the one puppeted against her. more lie at her back in the smoking ruins.
he does not flinch when she rises to her feet. he does not beg or put his arms up or move against her. she studies him for a long moment, kneeling on the grass. the wind pulls at her hair and his.
sailor venus offers him a gloved hand. ] You haven't said your name.
[ her grave expression has cleared. her smile, though small, is warm—sunlight peering out behind storm clouds. ]
no subject
he does not flinch when she rises to her feet. he does not beg or put his arms up or move against her. she studies him for a long moment, kneeling on the grass. the wind pulls at her hair and his.
sailor venus offers him a gloved hand. ] You haven't said your name.
[ her grave expression has cleared. her smile, though small, is warm—sunlight peering out behind storm clouds. ]