Love is a Battlefield ~ Ceridwen

[damon.achilles.drakos]

Damon took a few deep breaths as he stood in his room, glancing around for the third time to make sure he had everything he needed. Normally Damon was pretty self-assured, he knew where his talents lay and he knew how to get what he wanted, but ever since he and Dorrien had gotten their Cupid letters he had been a nervous wreck. If he just had to deal with either he or Dorrien meeting their match he might be alright, but both of them being sucked into this sick game of Cupid’s at the same time was a bit much for him to handle. He wasn’t used to not being there with Dorrien when he had to do something so life altering, and though he trusted Isabel he was still worried about how his brother was going to make it through his hour.

And added to it, he was about to go meet the girl he was destined to live the rest of his life with, and he didn’t know anything about her. Sure, she was pretty, and she liked quidditch, but it wasn’t exactly a lot to go one when it came to really knowing her. What if she was a complete bitch? Damon had a strong personality and he didn’t get along with just anyone, hence the reason his brother was his closest friend. Quickly finding that he was unable to stall any longer, Damon picked up the bunch of lilies he had picked out for Ceridwen and headed towards Cupid Hall.

The walk through the castle was uneventful for the most part, except for a few knowing glances from others who passed him, who saw before them a dude in a suit holding flowers and looking like he was about to blow chunks. When he got to the room, he double-checked to make sure it was the right one, then opened the door and glanced around, almost relieved that she wasn’t there yet, though he knew there was no going back now. He entered, then crossed over to the little table that sat in the middle of the room and sat down, deciding that sitting on the couch would make him look entirely too comfortable. He settled on the edge of his seat and drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for Ceridwen to arrive.

[ceridwen.arianna.king]

Ceridwen King stood in front of the mirror, checking and double checking her image even as she told herself that it didn't matter. Of course, any sane female in her position would be in the same frame of mind. It was the day she was going to "meet" the "man" she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with, for better or worse and all of that nonsense. But it wouldn't be the first time meeting him, well not exactly anyways, and he was younger than she was so she wasn't quite sure if that qualified him as being a man. But here she was, getting herself all worked up over something that might not be that big of a deal. Perhaps they'd get along just fine. In fact, she thought with a mischievous glance into her mirror twin's eyes, she would make sure of it. They were going to get along great and Ceri had every intention of making damned well sure of it.

Maybe that was the key; she just needed to hype herself up...like a Quidditch match. Boost her confidence. Get her blood pumping. Of course, she'd likely look a bit ridiculous trying to jump around in heels and a dress. The mental image made herself grin and she found herself taking a deep breath before she forced herself to leave the comfort of her dorm. She walked slowly yet with purpose, gracefully yet at a steady pace, her head held high as always with a smile on her face. It was natural for her, as natural as taking a nice strong whack at a bludger careening toward one of her teammates. This was going to be ok...even if the sympathetic looks of some of her house-mates made her question that. Forcing the doubt out of her head, she made her way toward the Cupid Hall. She sort of hoped he'd be there already, to make everything go faster rather than having to wait around for him to get there. But then, of course, he was a Ravenclaw; were they ever late for anything?!

It was that which reminded her that she didn't know much about her match. Predominantly just the basics. Sixth year. Ravenclaw. Keeper for his house team. Had a twin. Was kind of cute, she supposed. And that was it. It rather irked her that he was a year younger than she was, but it wasn't a big deal in the scheme of things. At least she hadn't been matched with a professor! But in all seriousness, maybe it was a good thing they'd be locked together for an hour; it'd give them ample time to get to know one another better. Not knowing him as a person gave her a bit of hope, really. She was a friendly girl, so there shouldn't be any reason why they couldn't get on well enough. Unless he was a total git. Or a prat. Or just a jerk. That would definitely not fly well with her. Then again, maybe she needed that sort of challenge. Maybe, if he was that type of person, he just needed some help with an attitude adjustment. ... Or maybe he just needed to get laid!

Nearly snorting out loud at her inner musings, Ceridwen was rather surprised to find that she was already at her door. It wasn't uncommon for her to occasionally get her head stuck in the clouds. Biting her lip, she hesitated for a moment as the nerves came back. Should she knock? What if he wasn't there yet? One would think that in a bloody magical castle there'd be some sort of spell to indicate whether one party had arrived. She grinned to herself, confidence and normality back in her system as she slowly turned the handle. Ceri took one more deep breath as she pushed open the door and entered the elaborately decorated room, looking around and finding him at a table. Immediately her eyes locked with his and she managed a bright smile in his direction as the door closed behind her. "Hi, I'm Ceridwen." It wasn't much, but it was a start.