A faint blush covered her cheeks and she nodded, confused as to why she was more embarrassed to say that in front of him. Normally it was something she loved to share..though she had only shared it with Sarah, and she had already known before that, "Yeah, last week I tried…twice. They didn't like that, at all." She noticed that Apollo's focus was on her lips and she was confused once again by the fluttery feeling in her stomach. He was really cute she found when she studied his face closely, and his beautiful green eyes had her attention within moments of her eyes flicking to them.
His gaze was still locked on her lips. Those perfectly pink lips, that he seemed strangely addicted to, even if he had only recently seen them. They were just gorgeous, and luscious looking. Without even thinking, he ever so slightly leaned in. But then his thoughts started to catch up to him. 'STOP! What are you doing?!' He yelled at himself, before yanking back and making himself comfortable. Not looking at her. "Maybe we shouldn't try to leave, if they don't really like it." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"But then we'll just be stuck in here, pie and brownie-less." She said with a dramatic sigh, knowing that she might have leaned in slightly as well but trying to hide that fact even as her bright red face gave it away. Davina had been lost in his emerald eyes, amazed at their color and how well they paired with his deep brown, almost black hair. Smiling gently and trying to play off what had happened seemed like the best response, so that's what she did, even though Apollo wasn't looking in her direction anymore.
With a sigh of his own, he nodded gently. "That's true, but we may just be stuck without them anyways. If we know we can't get out, what's exactly the point in trying? I don't want to be a negative Nancy, but I'm just trying to be reasonable here." He shrugged, turning his green gaze to her. He avoided looking at her lips, at every cost. Just looking into her dark brown eyes, with a slight smile. "But I mean, if you really want to, we can give it a shot."
Davina shook her head and shrugged, looking into his eyes in return with the same smile, "We don't have to try right now, but eventually I'm going to try, though I won't make you come with if you are a chicken and think we're going to get caught." There was a slight undertone to her words, echoing her point of trying again eventually and showing that she really meant before this illness most likely killed her. It was something she didn't want to say out loud, especially when she found herself caught watching his lips.
Chuckling, he lowered his gaze to the floor once more. "So you think I'm a chicken now?" He asked, meaning it in a good-natured tone. A warm smile rested on his face, and he looked back up to her. "I'm surprised you'd let me stay, considering I know you would leave now. Wouldn't you be afraid I'd tell on you?" He inquired, trying not to sound as if he really would. He wouldn't dare tell on her, if he wanted to be his friend. He was just being hypothetical. But he wanted to make sure she didn't think that, and if she did, he could make sure he promised not to.
"Maybe I think you're a chicken, and no, I'm not afraid." She replied, a playful grin settling into place on her face, "I don't think you'd tell on me, we're friends. Plus, then you wouldn't get to try the promised brownies." Davina didn't know why, but she had a gut feeling that he wouldn't tell on her if she did follow through with her plan to try to escape. Especially if they went together, which would be much more difficult but much more fun if they succeed.
"Works for me. You can think I'm a chicken all you want." He smirked, and began to hum an upbeat song. "Do you sing?" He asked, completely changing the subject and tapping his foot to the song that played in his head. It had just come to him out of nowhere. He wasn't even sure what it was, it was just a song he had heard before, and was now playing on a loop in his mind.
She listened as he started humming, though had to shake her head at his question and chuckle a little, "No I don't sing, I sound like a dying cat." Laying back on her pillow pile and pulling her blankets over herself, she listened to his humming, actually quite amazed and a fan of it, "Do you sing, chicken?" Her grin returned at her question and she tried to figure out where she had heard the tune from, having a difficult time placing it without the words to accompany.
His humming ceased, and a laugh came. "Not hardly. I hate singing in front of other people." He chuckled, turning to look at her. "Because I'm a chicken, so don't ask." He smirked, yawning and stretching. He was starting to feel crammed and locked up even in this spacious room. He just didn't like having to be put in a room, and having to stay there. It was starting to make him antsy.
"What song was that?" She asked, an easy laugh coming to herself at his responses. Davina could see that he was starting to get antsy, mostly since it was something that happened to herself a lot after being stuck in a room for weeks. It would most likely be several more hours until she couldn't sit still any longer, at least that was her guess based on being stuck in the other hospital room she had been in.
Apollo looked at her, his thoughts vanishing. "Wh- oh. I really have no clue." He shrugged, before bouncing his leg once more. He hadn't even noticed he had been doing it, he couldn't stop himself though. So sliding off the bed, he decided to pace. He counted his steps as he did, only glancing at Davina every now and then. "Where did you grow up?" He asked in a soft mumble. He was never the best with small talk.
"Just west of the city, a little town maybe ten minutes away from here. How about you?" Davina looked over at him as he started pacing, finding herself thinking about getting out of this room already. Her joking question about wanting to leave was actually making her plan out how to leave if she got the chance, and how to get both of them out if Apollo wanted to come with at all.
"Outside of town, pretty far to. My aunt has a house up in the mountains, and climbing up and down that path is a pain you can't describe." He told her, feeling a smile come from all the memories of that house. Everything was blurry, but he knew the basic ideal. "It was a gorgeous view though. I bet you've seen the house. I'll point it out to you if we get out."
She listened intently to what he was saying, nodding and trying to think of any houses she had seen in the mountains. "Is she the one that makes the amazing pie?" She asked, sitting up and sitting cross legged on top of the blankets now just to switch things up and get herself moving around. Any longer sitting in one place and she was fairly certain she would turn into a statue and be stuck there.
"Yup! That's the one, and only." Apollo told her, before dropping to the floor in a sitting position. He was getting bored from his pacing already, after 100 steps, he gave up. So with that, he began to trace random patterns into the floor. "I'll have to make her send us some. If we're going to die, we might as well get something good to eat in the end." He laughed slightly, circling the grooves in the floor.
"That's a good motto." She said, laughing easily and moving so her legs were hanging off of the bed, "What would your perfect last meal be? Along with a piece of the pie and a brownie courtesy of me of course." Davina was surprised that she found herself talking with Apollo so easily, maybe she was just craving the feeling of talking to someone, but she figured she was growing to easily consider him a friend.
Apollo half froze, but not out of panic. He was just thinking about it. So with his decision, he looked up to her and rested his chin on his knee. "Probably some type of Italian dish. I've always had a fascination for the culture and food." He nodded, happy with his response to her question. "What about you? What would you chose?" He asked her, smoothing out the fabric in his sweat pants.
She thought for a minute and laughed, raising her eyebrow, "How detailed do you want my response to be? I may have thought quite a lot about this." It may have been a little but morbid, but thinking about what her dream last meal was something she had thought about quite a lot in her time between Sarah visiting her.
Apollo laughed lightly, looking up to Davina with interest. “I don’t mind listening!” He chirped, pushing you off the ground. “I’d love to hear what you really like, you’re an interesting person.” He complimented, sitting on the edge of his own bed. He tapped his foot, before finishing his thought. “I like hearing about your life, even if we’ve only known each other for, what a day?”
Her cheeks flushed at the compliments but she nodded, smiling quite happily, "I really like hearing about your life too, you're a super interesting person." She thought back to when she had figured out the meal, closing her eyes as she started to describe it, "I think the best last meal for me would be a mix of things. A small slice of cheesy lasagna, a perfectly made burrito on the side, some barbecue chips, endless lemonade for a drink, and of course desert." She paused for a moment and opened her eyes, laughing a little, "All while binge watching Marvel movies."
His smile was soft, and warm, as Davina spoke. Her voice was just so soothing to Apollo, he felt entranced by her. It was the silly things that he liked the most. The thought and devotion she had put into this, was rather impressive. Though her last sentence came, and he blinked a few times. "Did you just say… You're a Marvel fan too!?" He asked excitedly, standing up straight with a grin. "I love those movies!"
(I'm so sorry it's taking me so long to respond, life has gotten crazy lately, with track and finals, I promise I'll try to be more consistent after friday (That's when finals are))
"Yeah, I am." She said, a bright smile coming to her face as she looked up at him, "I'm guessing you are too? What's your favorite Marvel movie?" Finding someone that liked the same movies as her made her ecstatic, and it just made her want to get to know Apollo even more.
(You're all good! If you need to put this on hold until then (or even longer!) just let me know :3)
"Oh goodness, you're making me choose…" He laughed, trying to pick out which he liked the best. But he just couldn't. "I honestly think I like all of them! I don't think I could possibly pick one over the other. There may be one or two I didn't like though…" He admitted, digging his foot into the solid ground as he thought.
(I don't think I'll need to put it on hold, though my responses will probably not be as frequent)
Davina listened with genuine interest, realizing she really didn't have a favorite Marvel movie either. There were too many good movies. "What ones didn't you like?" She asked, swinging her legs gently and letting a curious smile drift onto her face.
