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[#017] You Were the Most Exciting Thing I'd Ever Known (Original)
Theme Prompt: #017 – Altered State
Title: You Were the Most Exciting Thing I’d Ever Known
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 826
Summary: Aaron and Bess go on a late night intoxicated adventure.
Bess and Aaron … are very, very drunk.
It is their own fault. They made themselves this way. They will both regret it very much in the morning, but for now they are running through the streets of Brooklyn, full of adrenaline and alcohol, playing a game that neither of them fully understood the rules to – possibly because Bess is one hundred percent making it up as she goes along and Aaron isn’t sober enough to realize it. In fact, Aaron is mostly just following along at this point, trying not to stumble into anything or give the impression that he is anything but one hundred percent sober.
He’s not.
“You are going to get me arrested,” he hisses as he tries to keep up with her, pausing only as she stops halfway through a side walk drawing of a hopscotch court to go back and hop through the hopscotch.
“You’re not playing the game right.” Her red curly hair bounces around her ears as she finally lands on the other side. “Now you have to play hopscotch.”
He squints at her as he stops his run. “That was not in the rules before.”
“Totes was,” Bess nods, fully convinced. “I put it there myself. You must hopscotch at all hopscotches.”
“I don’t think hopscotches is the plural of hopscotch.”
“Now is not the time for a grammar lesson. Are you going to play or not?”
He huffs, before doing as he’s told, arms swinging wildly as he does his best to maintain his balance. It’s not an easy prospect, given that he’s both drunk and it’s been a literal decade since he’s even tried, but eventually he makes it to the other side and lands with a soft sound of triumph.
“Ha! What now?” He begins to circle her, waving his hands in front of her and mimicking the sound of the crowd going wild. Bess rolls her eyes, before grabbing his hand and tugging him back into a run again. He huffs again. “Oh, come on. Can’t a man celebrate his victories?”
“Not when the game’s not over yet!”
“The game’s never over,” he grumbles but he follows her, still, always, and trusts that where she’s leading him is never dangerous. The thing about Bess being an Oracle is that she always seems to know where you need to go, even when you aren’t actively looking for it. He followed her from Florida to New York, and he continues to follow her through New York, accepting hints, but never asking too explicitly, still wanting his life to play out with as many surprises as it can.
Bess will tell him if it’s something he truly needs to know. Until then, he’d rather just follow her wherever she led him.
They eventually reach an older building and he watches as she jumps up a few times, until her hands finally catch the bottom of the fire escape and she’s able to drag it down so they can easily climb it. Aaron looks incredibly apprehensive at the idea of climbing it, but Bess is already scrambling up as quickly as she can.
“This looks dangerous!”
“Says the loo-ser,” she singsongs back at him, and he grumbles before pulling up to follow her. The fire escape is incredibly rickety, and there are definitely a few moments where he feels like he’s going to drop down to the ground below, but eventually they manage to fight their way to the top and Bess finally stops moving, sitting down on a bench in the middle of the roof garden and shifting so that they can both look at the slowly rising sun over the tomato plants.
“This is my favorite place,” she smiles as he sits. “The garden is owned by one of Apollo’s chosen, so she doesn’t mind if I come and sit up here sometimes.”
“I can see why,” he says with a smile as he plops down next to her, exhausted. She shifts to rest her head on his shoulder, tired, before sighing.
“Do you regret following me up here?”
“No,” he replies easily, because he doesn’t. “You were offering me an adventure. It would have been dumb of me to say no.”
“Some people would think it would be dumb of you to say yes.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs, shifting to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “But personally, I don’t give a shit about those people, so they can suck it.”
She laughs, before nodding. “I will take it.”
“Good.” He’s quiet, letting the sun rise and soaking in the moment with her, before swallowing hard as he glances back down. “I do have one question though.”
“What’s that?”
“How the hell are we getting down from here?”
She laughs, before looking up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Guess you’re just going to have to trust me.”
Aaron does. He’s just not sure if that statement makes the prospect more or less terrifying.
Title: You Were the Most Exciting Thing I’d Ever Known
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 826
Summary: Aaron and Bess go on a late night intoxicated adventure.
Bess and Aaron … are very, very drunk.
It is their own fault. They made themselves this way. They will both regret it very much in the morning, but for now they are running through the streets of Brooklyn, full of adrenaline and alcohol, playing a game that neither of them fully understood the rules to – possibly because Bess is one hundred percent making it up as she goes along and Aaron isn’t sober enough to realize it. In fact, Aaron is mostly just following along at this point, trying not to stumble into anything or give the impression that he is anything but one hundred percent sober.
He’s not.
“You are going to get me arrested,” he hisses as he tries to keep up with her, pausing only as she stops halfway through a side walk drawing of a hopscotch court to go back and hop through the hopscotch.
“You’re not playing the game right.” Her red curly hair bounces around her ears as she finally lands on the other side. “Now you have to play hopscotch.”
He squints at her as he stops his run. “That was not in the rules before.”
“Totes was,” Bess nods, fully convinced. “I put it there myself. You must hopscotch at all hopscotches.”
“I don’t think hopscotches is the plural of hopscotch.”
“Now is not the time for a grammar lesson. Are you going to play or not?”
He huffs, before doing as he’s told, arms swinging wildly as he does his best to maintain his balance. It’s not an easy prospect, given that he’s both drunk and it’s been a literal decade since he’s even tried, but eventually he makes it to the other side and lands with a soft sound of triumph.
“Ha! What now?” He begins to circle her, waving his hands in front of her and mimicking the sound of the crowd going wild. Bess rolls her eyes, before grabbing his hand and tugging him back into a run again. He huffs again. “Oh, come on. Can’t a man celebrate his victories?”
“Not when the game’s not over yet!”
“The game’s never over,” he grumbles but he follows her, still, always, and trusts that where she’s leading him is never dangerous. The thing about Bess being an Oracle is that she always seems to know where you need to go, even when you aren’t actively looking for it. He followed her from Florida to New York, and he continues to follow her through New York, accepting hints, but never asking too explicitly, still wanting his life to play out with as many surprises as it can.
Bess will tell him if it’s something he truly needs to know. Until then, he’d rather just follow her wherever she led him.
They eventually reach an older building and he watches as she jumps up a few times, until her hands finally catch the bottom of the fire escape and she’s able to drag it down so they can easily climb it. Aaron looks incredibly apprehensive at the idea of climbing it, but Bess is already scrambling up as quickly as she can.
“This looks dangerous!”
“Says the loo-ser,” she singsongs back at him, and he grumbles before pulling up to follow her. The fire escape is incredibly rickety, and there are definitely a few moments where he feels like he’s going to drop down to the ground below, but eventually they manage to fight their way to the top and Bess finally stops moving, sitting down on a bench in the middle of the roof garden and shifting so that they can both look at the slowly rising sun over the tomato plants.
“This is my favorite place,” she smiles as he sits. “The garden is owned by one of Apollo’s chosen, so she doesn’t mind if I come and sit up here sometimes.”
“I can see why,” he says with a smile as he plops down next to her, exhausted. She shifts to rest her head on his shoulder, tired, before sighing.
“Do you regret following me up here?”
“No,” he replies easily, because he doesn’t. “You were offering me an adventure. It would have been dumb of me to say no.”
“Some people would think it would be dumb of you to say yes.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs, shifting to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “But personally, I don’t give a shit about those people, so they can suck it.”
She laughs, before nodding. “I will take it.”
“Good.” He’s quiet, letting the sun rise and soaking in the moment with her, before swallowing hard as he glances back down. “I do have one question though.”
“What’s that?”
“How the hell are we getting down from here?”
She laughs, before looking up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Guess you’re just going to have to trust me.”
Aaron does. He’s just not sure if that statement makes the prospect more or less terrifying.
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