Long Time Gone (Dante)

[Dante James]

"If I can." Dante raised an eyebrow at her as he looked over the swords. "I think I've been insulted." He gave a mock scoff, making a show of things. "My best friend doesn't even have any faith in my abilities as a smith." The son of Hephaestus turned around and folded his arms before turning his nose up. "I don't even know if I want to make you anything now." He said as he closed his eyes, keeping his face as serious as he could. He only lasted a few seconds before a slight smile crept onto his face. He made sure to try and keep it out of Daphne's sight though.

[Daphne Scotts]

Daphne rolled her eyes at Dante as he made a show of her questioning his skills. He was such a drama queen sometimes that Daphne had to bite the inside of her cheek so she didn’t break down into giggles. She kept her composure as the much as she could for the show he was giving her. She finally dramatically sighed as she lowered her sword. “You know…” she said as she drew out each word. “I was giving you a chance to prove your skills, but if I have dishonored your and your cow…” She pressed a button on the hilt of the sword so it turned back to a pendant in her hand. “I have dishonored my best friend…” She sighed dramatically. “I think I need to leave before I dishonor him more.”

[Dante James]

"You're not getting away that easily." Dante said before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back towards him. "I'm going to have to show you just how good I am." He told her as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. "So you get to come with me." The smith chuckled as he started to walk away towards the forges with her in tow. The son of Hephaestus made sure that she couldn't get away while he carried her over his shoulder. "Now, what should I make your new weapon out of?" He pondered as he stroked his chin with his free hand.

[Daphne Scotts]

Daphne squealed as Dante wrapped one of his gigantic arms around her and pulled her in closer before she was tossed over his shoulder like a sack of flour. “Hey!” she cried out as she pounded on his back lightly to get his attention, but not enough to hurt him. “You let me down mister. I believe you, but you need to let me down.” Even if she couldn’t see his face, she could tell that Dante was keeping up the charade. She had to bite her tongue to keep her giggles down, but she failed as she ended up bursting into a fit of giggles. “You should make it out of… you should make it out of…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as she broke down into even more giggles.