The melodious running of the water and the emerging songs of the evening birds accompany her methodical movements as afternoon reaches its dying hours. She catches water as it cascades down into the pool she bathes in, scrubbing as best she can without any soap. She doesn’t notice the observant eyes watching her as the tall figure steps out of the woods. Not until he speaks.

“You missed a spot.”

Turning to look over her shoulder, she scowls when she sees Dante standing on the bank, arms crossed, with that… that face! God she hates that face— so smug and intense all the time. Where does he get off walking around like that anyway?

“The hell do you want, Dante?” She does her best to sound disinterested as she turns back around, a sudden fire flickering in her veins which she can’t quite identify. He’d always done that to her, and she’d always pinned it as hatred. Now she wonders. “Go back to camp.”

“Huh.” He uncrosses his arms in favor of tilting his head. “You’re not freaking out. Normally you’d be yelling and throwing things at me by now.”

She turns again, body submerged in the water next to a sheer bank. “Why, can you see me?”

He saunters over to the bank where she is, crouching down with his forearms on his elbows. “Maybe I’d like to get a better look.”

A flirty smirk finds its way onto her usually so unassuming face, and he fails to notice the malicious spark behind it. She leans in a little bit, deceptively fixing him with those sparkling, angel eyes. “Yeah? You want a closer look?”

Too entranced, he doesn’t trace her intentions until far too late. She grabs his shoulder, pulling down headfirst into the water with a big splash.