http://history-repeats.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] history-repeats.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] nevermore_logs2012-12-20 01:55 pm
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WHO: Theseus & Zoe (w/Greed)
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: A very old cafe
WHAT: Memories are funny things
WARNING: Smarm, charm, and harm.


Zoe thankfully didn't see Greed again after their literal run in. She wasn't happy he kissed her but at least she now knew her feelings were good for knocking him to the ground so she could get away. She did however get texts. Lots of texts. She'd block one number and another would start harassing her. And it wasn't even about her. It was about Kansas and it made her feel like shit each and every time. Right now, she shut her phone off and decided to go somewhere that always made her feel better. It was in a quieter area of the city (if such a thing existed this would be it) and was a tiny cafe that had been around for 75 years. Her grandmother, Sophia, used to bring her to it when she was little and they were visiting New York. Once they permanently moved back, they had come often but ever since she passed away, Zoe didn't have the heart to come as much.

Right now she wore the retro yellow dress with black tights she'd worn for her and Greed's birthday. It was one of her 'comfort' pieces, it just calmed her nerves when she wore it. It belonged to Sophia, as most pieces in her wardrobe that weren't casual did, and was a favorite of Sophia's that she tailored to fit her granddaughter. Zoe's grandmother wasn't the best person but she had been all Zoe had so she adored her and her things. The gold locket hung around her neck and she was feeling better by the time she ordered her favorite hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on the side, a whole bunch so she could play with them and stuff the cup with it. It was a kid thing to do but no one was watching and she deserved a treat.

[identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com 2012-12-21 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Theseus took a gander at the boy who sat down. "By all means, join the party," he threw his hands out, which Greed was quick to shake one of his hands and take his seat again. "Chance, nice to meet you." He sounded like the nice kid that mothers would adore. Greed turned to Zoe wrapping his arm around her shoulders when she shoved it off. He leaned down for a quick kiss on those pouty lips of hers. It was the only thing keeping her mouth from running away from her.

Greed looked down at his watch. "It's two o'clock remember?" He turned to Theseus, "we were supposed to meet for a late lunch but I got hung up at the office. And you? Who are you?" he asked in a soft voice, not a hint of possessiveness. But it was there, oh it was there in the grip that tightened against Zoe's shoulder.

"An old family friend," Theseus said tapping his fingers on the table.

[identity profile] cut-and-run.insanejournal.com 2012-12-21 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Theseus watched the interlude between the two. Somewhere between uncomfortable and young passionate hate and love all mixed into one. He rolled his eyes, still comfortable in his seat without a chance of budging. It was a silent immortal stand-off because he could feel that this kid wasn't just some ordinary nice guy. Greed was also picking up all the selfish flavor off of Theseus.

"Your mother? She was about four when I left. Or three, I can't really remember." It hadn't even been anyone that particularly pulled Theseus away, he just got uncomfortable when things became so settled.