Y HARO THAR!
So after completely failing at life, and writing like three shitty attempts at chapters (which I am sure if I edit them heavily I could make them better). This kinda came out last night when the lights went off for a good six hours! Yay for laptops~
I know that this might be a little OOC for Artemis, but honestly everyone needs a few character flaws. xD
Enjoy. Please review with ideas, cause I'm kinda running on low since there is no new episodes. D:
It wasn't just that she was afraid of the dark; she just preferred to know that the lights could be turned on.
So when the lights had shut off, she gave a small meep of shock and then tested the clock to check if it was working.
The power had gone out.
Of course he had the gall to laugh, "Scared of the dark now are we?"
"I so am not." She said glaring at him.
Since living with the man or even dating him for that matter, he had never ever come across her in such an instance.
"You're so scared." He said with his hands creeping up her sides with a sly grin.
"Will you stop that?" she said slapping at his hands.
"I just prefer to be where the light is." She said sauntering her way into the living room
He of course followed.
"So big bad Artemis is scared of the dark," He said with a grin that rivaled the Cheshire cat.
She glared, "Wally will you please stop it."
He of course knew when she asked with a please then it needed to be done. He found this idea through conditioning and a year of dating.
Sighing he said, "Okay beautiful. Mind telling me why you dislike being in the dark?"
She sighed flopping onto the couch. Which he in turn followed in suit and snuggled up to her, "Pretty, pretty please? I mean we do it all the time when it's a bit shady."
"Well that's different," she replied batting his lips away from her ear, "You're with me."
He grinned again.
She pushed at his face, "Don't get cocky Wall-man."
"Sooo finish your story…" he encouraged.
"Well when I was a kid I used to get left home alone a lot. And since I didn't live in the best place the power shut off often. When you know the lights wont come back on its kind of oppressing."
"Awe poor lonely Arty," he said with a pout until he decided to tack something on like always, "must be where you got your dark personality."
She pushed at his face playfully laughing, "In your dreams."