<div class="floatleft">(https://hdwallsource.com/img/2017/4/marie-avgeropoulos-wide-wallpaper-60277-62076-hd-wallpapers.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her body in fitness clothes (https://i.imgur.com/iWAsYtt_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium), but with spandex shorts, (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0006/7118/7062/products/Colorvalue-Stretchy-Hip-Up-Fitness-Sport-Shorts-Women-Elastic-High-Waisted-Gym-Workout-Shorts-Quick-Dry_7602f13c-59f8-46ca-9952-05d52bd0f122.jpg) black ankle socks and black sneakers.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>About 8:00 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Date plans!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<br/><hr/><em><strong>“Right..of course...that makes sense.." </strong></em>Brion probably didn’t realize it, but there was a literal inferno blazing in his irises at the present moment. He licked his lips, mirroring her actions, his voice deepening to a breathy baritone telling her he was just as close as she was. It would be easy,<em>so easy</em>, to just follow through with everything on either of their mind’s, and based on his expression he had some pretty creative stuff going through his. But Helena and Brion were people of lives filled with hardship; they knew how to wait and trust their instincts.<br/><br/>Didn’t change the fact that it was really fucking difficult to pull away from him.<br/><br/>Brion agreed to figuring out what to do after their impending mission, but he was clearly just as desirous to spend time with her as she was with him.<em><strong>“Any chance I could convince you to a going out on a date...like putting on something pretty and going dancing tonight?"</strong></em><br/><br/>Helena playfully grimaced at his words. Her arms were still around his waist as she answered, leaning back from him with her upper body. “‘Something pretty’?<em>Bitch</em>....-anything- I put on becomes ‘pretty’!” She reached up with her right hand to tap his nose lightly with her fingertip.<em>“Right?”</em>She then grinned with her eyes half closed, kissing his lips very lightly with mischief gracing her actions before turning away from him. Lifting her hand to the back of her head, Helena yanked the tie from her ponytail to let the dark strands tumble down her back in a mildly tangled mess from working out earlier. Finger-combing her fingers through the length, she walked towards the bathroom in contemplation before turning around to face him. “Not really a dancer, plus I don’t want to leave just yet as I’m still trying to learn my place here and everything. I say we just stay in here and watch Netflix all day in our room. Eat leftovers and just chill.” She shrugged, suddenly worried Brion might not like such a casual idea if he truly wanted to get dressed in something nice, and go out somewhere. Maybe she was being too “common” for him?<br/><br/>“Or.....” Helena backpedalled her idea, waving her hand nonchalantly through the air. “.....something else?”