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xxx" 𝕐𝕆𝕌'ℝ𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝕄𝔼 !! 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕆𝔽 𝔾𝕆𝔻𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕎𝔸𝕐 !! "
⇉ [ location : library ] [ godly parent : aphrodite ] [ tagged : ash ] [ 1177 words ]


- - - - -Midterms were over. Well, they were for everyone except Sam. Of course, technically the actual tests were over, but that didn't end things for him, unfortunately. His neurobiology midterm did not go as well as expected. Luckily, his professor was understanding enough to allow him to do test corrections for partial credit. As much as he hated the idea of slaving over a complicated science test for a second time, he really needed to do what he could to keep his grades up. If he had any hopes of getting into a proper medical school once he was finished with undergrad, he needed to maintain his decent GPA. So, he was spending his Friday afternoon cooped up in the library, the second floor, where people were allowed to speak as long as they weren't too rowdy. He didn't like sitting in complete silence to do his work, but also wanted to be in a place that actually encouraged productivity. And being away from his Playstation for a while was probably the only way he could see himself being able to actually being able to finish his work. He wasn't particularly lazy, but he was easily distracted. The library was distraction-free. Or, at the very least, had fewer distractions. He still found himself aggressively tapping his pencil against his paper, his leg bouncing frantically underneath the table. He didn't like just sitting still and doing work. His eyes scanned the pages of his neurobiology book for the eighth time, still looking for the right answer to question twelve. It was the only one he hadn't found the answer for yet. At this point, he figured he could probably just pick c and be done with it, since he'd corrected the rest of his test already and this last half-point wouldn't make much of a difference. But that felt wrong. Or did it? Did he even care anymore. He let out a small sigh before a familiar voice cut through the air, softly breaking him out of his poorly-constructed state of focus.

- - - - -He glanced up to find Ash smiling at him, which caused him to smile in return. "Hey, Ash." He quite liked the daughter of Zeus. She was the least scary of Zeus's three daughters, he'd learned, and she was one of the kindest souls he'd ever met. He felt lucky that the two of them got along so effortlessly. He gestured with his hand for her to go ahead and have a seat at his table. "Of course. Be my guest," he said with a grin. He shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it," he replied. Sam wasn't much into parties. He liked to host little get-togethers every now and then, but it was mostly to have Phoenix or Alex over to play video games or something. He preferred low-key hangouts with people he was particularly close to. Taking care of drunk people wasn't quite his scene, but most of the school was going, from the sounds of it. Maybe he'd give it a try. "The Dionysus kids are great, don't get me wrong, I just don't know if I have what it takes to keep up with them," he said with a small laugh. "Why? Are you going?" he asked. She didn't seem to sure of herself, but he had no real way of knowing. She did just say it sounded fun, so why wouldn't she be going? He wondered, briefly, if she'd have some kind of security detail with Izzy hanging around her all the time. He knew how protective she was of her sister. But, realistically, there wasn't any real danger involved in something like this. Dionysus kids were crazy when it came to their parties, but they weren't dangerous. Besides, if you get a bunch of demigods in a residence hall, you can be sure people are safe. Everyone knew, at least in some capacity, how to take care of themselves. The worst that would ever really happen to someone is a nasty hangover or a regretful hookup. Maybe someone says something horribly offensive to another. But no one had ever gotten hurt. At least, not that Sam knew of. It didn't make the thought of this party any less unnerving, particularly if you weren't used that sort of scene, like Ash didn't seem to be. "Cause, like, if I didn't go, I was probably just gonna put on a movie or a game of Smash Bros or something that you could come to. If you want, of course," he said, extending a polite invitation, despite it all coming out painfully awkward. He might have been a son of the goddess of love, but he definitely got his overall lack of confidence and flirting skills from his father. "Unless you want to go to the party. Cause, like, if you do, you totally should. I mean, I might too," he added, almost stumbling over his words like an idiot. "All of this was a really dumb way of me saying I don't know yet," he finally said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to laugh off his own embarrassment.

- - - - -She got a little quiet, which was weird, and she didn't do much but just sorta... stare. Sam worried that she might have just realized that he was a massive dork. Or maybe she was just distracted by something behind him or just lost in a weird trance. It happens, right? He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow though. Part of him wondered if there was something on his face or in his teeth or something. "Everything alright?" he asked, but she finally seemed to snap out of whatever it was. She instantly moved to the book she was holding, which he definitely wasn't expecting, but that was fine. He shrugged it off as nothing important, looking back down at his mostly-finished test corrections. He could just... yeah. He was definitely just picking c and hoping for the best on this last question. It wasn't worth it anymore. He circled the new answer, letting out a little sigh and ultimately just giving up. He closed his science book and was about to tell Ash goodbye, but it seems she gave up on her little venture as well, looking up from the page and addressing him again. "Oh, you know. Not bad," he said with a little shrug, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater so that they covered more of his hands, a little habit he picked up on when he was nervous. "Could've definitely gone better though. I was actually here to make a few corrections to my neurobiology exam," he admitted. He wasn't particularly proud of how he sometimes struggled in classes, but he wasn't ashamed of it either. Especially because the advanced sciences were difficult. It only seemed reasonable for him to make a few C's. And D's. Maybe fail an assignment or two. "How about you? I'm sure you did great. You always seem to be on top of things like that," he said with a small nod.

[landogate]

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDI. ENVIRO SCI MAJOR. DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON. QUEST LINE: THE MIST. LOCATION: DORMS. TAGS: MAX, BEN.
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xxxxxdiana found herself up on the roof of the dorms, swinging her legs over the edge. her position gave her an excellent view of the ocean from here, and further beyond that the mist that covered the island. on a good day she could see through the mist, especially in the summer, often only seeing a simmering blot on the horizon. the weather had turned chilly in her time on the roof, making her thankful for bringing her heavy, oversized and thrifted leather jacket on her journey. it seemed the rest of the campus was finally waking up, as diana spotted groups of people moving to and from the dorms to the main hub of the campus.
xxxxxshe shimmied up a tad on the roof, so that her feet didn't dangle so far off the edge but rather the ankle of her docs fit snug into the gutter pipe. she popped a bubble between her lips and smacked them accordingly. all morning she'd been keeping her eye on the water, waiting to see when the high tide would fall back so she could enjoy herself and not get caught up in a rip or undercurrent. she was like a sitting duck, waiting high above everyone else, an all seeing eye above halfblood university.
xxxxxsince her midterm was over, diana's classes had stopped for a week or so, leaving diana with enough time to prance about the campus, finding solace in her fathers symbols. she'd still kept an easy sleep schedule, dozing off before 1 am each night and waking in the early hours of the morning. she hadn't been able to swim much though, the water was cooling every day now, and the mornings were growing darker for longer.
xxxxxdiana liked to think she knew everything about the waters that surrounded the island, but truly she didn't, and she didn't want to injure herself, or better yet her pride by going swimming in dark water.
xxxxxatop her perch diana took photos of her surroundings, the more memories the better right?
xxxxxone person she often sent photos too was her brother, max. she was unsure of if he ever really looked at the endless photos of sunsets and horizons and sometimes if she was feeling ballsy groups of people from far away, but she still liked to send them. it gave her an excuse to ask him stupid questions and get an equally dumb answer back.
xxxxxa characteristic smile filled her face as she hit send, two images of the ocean and a small snapchat video featuring her position on the roof to which the camera flipped around to show her view, easily the best on campus. 'duuuuude! where are you? u should totally come hang up here!' she happily typed, the message sending under her sub-par photography. knowing max he was either knee deep in a hangover or asleep, so for good measure she sent a few more messages, some memes and others just random emojis from her most used section.
xxxxxwhen she didn't get a reply as fast as she wanted she clicked out of her shared history with max and tapped the next available person, ben. sending him only the snapchat video she captioned it, 'guess where i am lol' and hit send, waiting for the small tick below the message to say delivered.
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[☆ marriage maze ☆]

OH, ROCKY !!!

daughter of dionysus - location: dorm - tagged: zhiya - mentioned: essnai, scout, ezra

“gods! death! why do you not come for me? i cannot take this grief any more! let me die! death, come now—”

rocky realizes in the middle of the line that huh, it’s been like fifteen hours since i ate any real food, and then her head and stomach explode in the most righteous cramps she’s had in a long time as though they too are remembering and acting accordingly. she gives up on a good reading and winces.

it’s been at least as long since she slept for more than a couple hasty minutes, but that’s not as pressing at the moment. in fact, she doesn’t feel sleepy at all; she’s just as wired as she was when she got back to her dorm from last night’s party and just as wired as she’s been trying to entertain herself quietly in here the whole time without bugging essnai. but she also knows she didn’t feel hungry either until about thirty seconds ago, and now she’s hungry enough that she puts two and two together and doesn’t linger too long on how little she’s slept. groaning and holding her head with a dramatic grimace for no audience, rocky throws her scriptbook onto her bed before joining it there in a flop that leaves her legs hanging off the edge. for good measure she throws one arm over her eyes: woe-is-me in a very classical theatrical tradition.

it’s not like running lines alone in here is any use to her, anyway. if essnai were here she’d probably friendly-bully the other girl into reading the other parts, but essnai is...well, she’s somewhere, but she’s not here. she must have left the room during one of rocky’s brief and fitful sleeping spells, probably to go to class like a good student. rocky’s once again glad all her written midterms were over by the middle of the week; she wouldn’t be able to focus on any of them in such an oddly heightened state as she’s in right now. all that’s left now is the play, which she’s more than happy to throw all of herself into with a lot more effort than she put into any of her real classes. even now she’s going over all her lines, silently miming her cues and gestures as though she didn’t have the thing down by heart two weeks into rehearsal.

but it’s pointless running lines when there’s no one around to hear them. besides, the auditorium won’t let them in until 5pm, and she’s already gotten in trouble with the r.a a couple of times for attempting to practice all of medea’s screaming and cursing in the dorms. she’s already been doing it for hours now, too, though she couldn’t tell you exactly how many hours...wait. a break is probably good for her, she supposes. and she definitely has to eat now before she passes out or something.

she scrambles around her side of the room for anything she might have, but comes up with little but candy and a half-empty monster energy; she can feel her body craves real food. dining hall, then, comes a fragmented thought, her head pounding too hard to produce much more. she pulls herself off the bed again with a groan of protest and goes to change out of her medea costume, which is a whole lot of nothing. very experimental, the director pitched it to her, very vulnerable and raw and so very medea. of course rocky loves that sort of theater more than anything, even if it means scout and ezra’ll probably be way too weirded out to go and see her in the show.

scout and ezra, yeah, another fragment shoots up from the haze as rocky pulls on a hastily cropped t-shirt sporting half a 3oh!3 logo and hand-tie-dyed jean shorts. she’s halfway out the door before she remembers she needs shoes to get in, and the first pair she can find are platforms that make her a solid four inches taller (as though she needs it). checking her phone, she goes to see if either of her brothers are awake and sober enough to go eat—breakfast? lunch? whatever—with her. maybe she can even friendly-bully them into reading lines with her. but as she opens up her phone what she finds instead is a text from ‘zhiyaaa <3’ that’s only a few minutes old, a rarity for rocky to catch in such a timely manner. rocky’s heart thuds noticeably in her chest for a reason she can’t exactly name as she reads the message over, relishing the sound her giant shoes make through the largely empty dorm halls on her way to the dining hall.

[skydust]

✧ 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗧
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✧ location: dorm room ✧ tags: kinnick, scout (rocky, bray) ✧ godly parent: dionysus ✧ words: 1332

indentAs soon as Ezra opened his eyes, he immediately regretted it.
indentA groan immediately escaped his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. The light streaming from outside making the pounding in his head even louder. He wished the morning would just go away and it would turn back into night. Even though it was definitely not morning and he had definitely slept through most of the day. Ezra didn't even remember returning to his dorm last night. Or was it in the early hours of the morning? He couldn't recall. All he remembered was partying once again with his siblings and then everything went black. It was sadly a common occurrence for him. To spend the day acting like he didn't give a crap about anyone in the world, and then spending the night acting like he didn't give a crap about himself. He had at least made it back to his room this time. It was his birthright, he supposed. To drink himself into madness. He was already halfway there. He could probably blame his dad for that one. Yet another one of his problems that probably revolved around that idiot. Ezra rolled over into his pillow, his face squishing into the fluffy material. His mind willing the universe to give him a break just this once.
indent"Idiot," he mumbled to himself. He thought he heard his roommate snicker but he couldn't be sure. His head was thumping too loud and he was trying very hard to block out the world at that moment. He frowned into the pillow when rational thinking finally came back to him, and he realized that he should probably get up. He rolled over again, his long legs getting tangled in the sheets as he looked at his roommate. Kinnick had been dealing with his messes for the whole time they had been roommates, and Ezra couldn't help but feel a little bad for that. He already had enough stuff to deal with without having to take care of him like Ezra was some kind of child. Even though he acted like one. He appreciated it though, even if he was still cold towards him sometimes. It was just in his nature. To put up a mask to block out everything else. It helped him deal with all the bad things that came his way, because he could just block it all out. Even if it meant blocking out the good things as well. It wasn't like he coped in any other way with his issues. He definitely coped in many different ways. They just always seemed to be the wrong ways. And if he was being honest, he didn't really know how to work through it all differently.
indent"Do you have any water?" Ezra croaked, his voice sounding hoarse from a night of partying. Kinnick was currently sitting at his desk typing away on his laptop. Probably doing homework like the good little son of Athena he was. Without looking back, he gestured to the glass sitting on Ezra's nightstand. Ezra said a quiet thank you before reaching for the glass and drinking it in full. When it was all gone, he placed it back on the nightstand. His green eyes went blurry for a second as he once again tried to readjust to the light coming from the window. He blinked rapidly until everything was clear enough to make out. In all honesty, he wanted to just fall right back asleep, but he knew that if he fell back asleep he probably wouldn't wake up.
indent"Why did we think it was a good idea to plan another party?" he complained to no one in particular. He impulsively dove to his phone, turning it on and wincing when the blue light hurt his eyes. He looked at his contacts, wondering if it was too late to text Rocky and Scout and cancel everything. He paused when his eyes landed on a certain message. He had gotten the text from Bray weeks ago, and ultimately freaked out. He wasn't especially proud of himself for just ghosting her after everything that had happened, but in all honesty he didn't know what to do about it. He was always so careful. Always so guarded with others. Something about the daughter of Hephaestus made him slip up that night though, and now he was dealing with the backlash. It wasn't like he regretted it, he just wished he didn't drag her into the mess that was his life.
indentHe wished that he didn't have to hurt her.
indentHe groaned again, shutting off his phone and throwing it somewhere onto his bed. He plopped back down, grabbing his pillow and smothering it over his face. He was so glad that at least the party was about celebrating midterms being over. He didn't think he could handle another exam and the nagging fear of failure that always seemed to eat away at his stomach. Deciding that he was just going to sit there with a pillow over his face for forever, he was about to disappear into the void when a banging jolted him out of his thoughts. His brother Scout decided that it was the perfect time to be a nuisance and immediately started calling his name over and over. Ezra pushed the pillow into his face harder, pleading with Zeus to make his brother stop being so dramatic so his headache would go away. Alas, the pounding continued until he heard an annoyed sigh from his side. When he heard Kinnick get up, he thought he was safe. Until he heard him pleading for Ezra to get up so he could deal with Scout himself.
indentDamnit.
indent"I got it. I got it," he mumbled, throwing the pillow to the side. His face probably scrunched up in annoyance. He kicked the sheets off his legs, grumbling when they wouldn't untangle. Before practically falling out of bed and then straightening up. He was still in his clothes from last night. A black, white, and red striped loose t-shirt, tucked into black (now very wrinkled) pants. His brown wavy hair probably didn't look any better, and he was guessing the redness under his eyes had only grown overnight. Spreading like blue and purple lightning under his eyelashes. He walked over to his nightstand, rummaging through it before finding medication. He cursed himself for not taking any when he had water with him, but he got up anyways and headed straight for the door. Swinging it open he found his half-brother outside, dirty blonde hair astray and equally dark bags under his eyes.
indent"Scout, You do know I'm hungover as well. Right?" he said, his voice full of bitterness as he handed over the medication. It wasn't like he found his younger brother completely annoying, and it wasn't fully his fault for the salt in his tone. He actually loved his brother to death, as he was the only one that could probably really truly understand him. He just felt like he was on the verge of being sick, and the thought of having to deal with an equally hungover person made him want to vomit all over the carpet.
indent"Also the girls aren't that scary. I mean. Some of them aren't," he lied. Okay, he had to admit that a lot of them were very intimating. Most of them could probably kick his butt if they wanted too, which he probably deserved. He spent most of his training at camp half-blood fooling around with his siblings. Though, he was pretty decent with a spear. "And another thing, do we really have to do this whole midterms party thingy? Like is that a mandatory thing we have to do now?"
indentLeaning against the doorframe, he propped his head onto it as he looked at Scout. Even though he was complaining now, he knew that Scout would eventually break him down as usual. And he would be smiling like an idiot at the prospect of laughing and dancing throughout the night.

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xxx" 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔾𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕊 !! ℝ𝔸𝕀𝕊𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔽𝕃𝔸𝔾 !! 𝕊𝔼𝕀ℤ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋ℍℝ𝕆ℕ𝔼 !! 𝕊𝕌𝔹𝕁𝕌𝔾𝔸𝕋𝔼 !! "
⇉ [ location : common room ] [ godly parent : zeus ] [ tagged : polly, marcie ] [ 1174 words ]


- - - - -She closed her eyes and let out a breath, arms stretching far above her head when she heard a slam coming from the kitchen. Her eyes opened at the sound, letting her arms fall back down to her sides before, rather begrudgingly, sitting back down on the couch. At least the cushions were fluffy, she supposed. If she needed to be stuck in here doing work, it's nice that the couch is fairly comfortable. She would have been content with just going back to her room and sitting at her desk, but she didn't like to spend time there if she didn't have to. There was always a chance that her gods-awful roommate would show up and make a scene. Apollonia wasn't evil incarnate, but she was, by far, the most frustrating person Izzy had ever met. Aside from maybe counter-protesters at the rallies she attended, but that was a different story. Polly wasn't actively trying to use the political landscape to make the world a worse place or anything. She was just mean. For no good reason. She seemed to be constantly picking a fight and, as much as Izzy tried to be mature, she often ended up bickering back. In fact, it had been her own idea to divide their dorm room up with tape, to label everything in the fridge. The longer she could be away from the girl, the better. She thought several times about putting in the paperwork to move in with Ash or something, anything to get her away from the daughter of Nemesis. Unfortunately, that was simply too much to ask for. Polly's voice broke through the quiet common room. Izzy rolled her eyes in response, letting out a quiet groan. "If I'm so boring then why are you so desperate to talk to me?" she asked, her voice flat as she continued typing away at her paper. If she just focused on this paper, maybe she wouldn't hear anything that her roommate had to say. Maybe she could easily ignore her, tune everything out, get her work done, and then run. She could go to the dining hall or to Ash's room or maybe even to the gym. Just anywhere that Polly wouldn't have an excuse to hang out at. The party sounded horrible, especially now that she had reason to believe her roommate would be in attendance. She mistyped a sentence and had to start all over.

- - - - -She glanced up just above her computer screen after letting out a frustrated sigh. How is it that, even after sitting in the common room for a few hours, she just now realized that Marcie was here? She didn't think she was the type to have tunnel vision and get distracted, but Izzy must have really been out of it today. Normally, she would have caught onto something like that rather quickly. She might have even just left and gone to the library, since it was obvious that Marceline was not a fan of the daughter of Zeus. She didn't know why or what she had done to deserve being on the opposite end of Marcie's wrath, but she found herself there frequently. Fortunately, taking the high road was one of the Izzy's greatest skills. Usually. It got a little more difficult with her roommate since they lived together. But being mature and friendly around Marcie was easy. The girl was a little annoying when she wanted to be and not as nice as Iz would like, but she was bearable. That still didn't mean she was looking forward to this presentation they had to do. She was fine working with another student, particularly one who did well. But did it have to be with someone who hates her for no reason? She supposed there was nothing she could do about it. They'd have to work on the assignment sooner or later, whether they liked the idea of it or not. Izzy wasn't about to get anything less than an A. She never did. But, for the time being, she had to focus on this damn paper. She just had one more paragraph before her conclusion at this point. It should only take her, realistically, five or ten minutes. A little longer if Polly kept bugging her. Then she could take another break and relax. Then she could go ahead and arrange a meeting time with Marcie to stay ahead of schedule for their presentation. As long as she kept everything organized and stopped getting so easily distracted, there would be nothing to worry about.

- - - - -She heard a few footsteps as her fingers continued to rush over the keys, clicking away like the world was going to end. She assumed Polly was entering the room to be an even bigger problem than before or Marcie was leaving altogether. She'd prefer the latter. However, she was wrong on both accounts, she realized, when she heard Marcie's voice. She glanced up from her computer, fingers still typing as she rushed to finish this sentence before she lost her train of thought once more. She noted Marcie's smile. It was fake, obviously. But it didn't really matter. At least she seemed like she was trying. She'd take fake-politeness over whatever the hell Polly was doing any day. There was an exasperation in her voice that gave her away easily, but, for the sake of not starting anything, Izzy would ignore it. As long as no one was being openly rude to her, she'd be able to let it go. She nodded. "Yeah, of course. I was just thinking the same thing. Let me finish up with this paper and we can pick a time and place to meet up and go over everything," she suggested, looking back to her computer screen as she finished her second-to-last paragraph, leaving only the conclusion before she was finally done with everything. "Just one more paragraph," she said, fingers going and going, as if there were suddenly more pressure on her to get this done as quickly as possible. She made a few errors in her typing, which was frustrating, but she tried her best to correct them without letting her irritation show. Something about knowing that Polly was just around the corner and Marcie was standing over her made things more difficult. If it had been any other people -- probably, anyway -- she didn't think she'd feel this way. She corrected another sentence. She didn't like that certain people were so quick to be uncool to her, like they somehow thought she deserved any of this. She knew she could be a little annoying and overbearing. She knew it was realistic to expect some people to dislike her. But come on? Can't they just fake it like everyone else does? She finished her last sentence, clicking the save icon and letting out a little sigh of relief. "Done. Finally." She closed her laptop, setting it beside her and looking up at Marcie once more. "Alright. Now that that's over, what did you have in mind?"

[vaermina]

bye

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male || twenty|| son of hades || tags; tommy || mentions; max, reed

indentRam tilted his head to the side, continuing to smile as he playfully punched Tommy’s arm, “Nothing much, dude. What’s up with you?” The small demi-god shrugged, “Hey! I’ve been here a few times! Of course, it was only when Max made me workout with him….” Shiram pouted as he spoke, “But that is beside the point!” His train of thought trailed off as his eyes roamed up and down Tommy’s body before he quickly looked away. A slight pink blush slowly coloring his cheeks. He didn’t particularly mind being in the gym, despite the heavy scent of old and new sweat in the air, as long as he wasn’t the one working out, happy to just sit back and watch. There was also a reason Max stopped dragging him there, all he did was pout and whine about why the man was doing it to him. His gaze shifted back to the man beside him and then down to his hand on the bench, a bright smile returned to his face.

indentThe urge to take Tommy’s hand was strong and it wouldn’t be out of character for either of them to do so, so he didn’t resist. Shiram took the handsome demi-god’s hand in his, his smile brightening even more. He pretended to ponder the question, “Am I going to the party tonight?” The son of Hades winked at Tommy as he pulled his hand closer to him, “Of course, I’m going to the party!” He looked down at their clasped hands, “Kinda hoped that I could tag along with you… IF...If you were planning on going that is.” In order to distract himself in the silence before Tommy answered he began to ramble, “I...I already planned the outfit I’m going to wear tonight. It’s really pretty! Well, at least I think it is since Mr.Straighty, I mean Reed, is terrible at helping me pick outfits.”

indentThe small demi-god was barely taking a breath in between sentences. He had no clue why he was behaving like this, no one had ever made him feel as nervous as Tommy did. Ram pulled his hand away from the other man’s, playing with the hem of his shirt, “It’s a tight white shirt and black leather pants, oh, and a pink harness that goes over my shirt…” He glanced at Tommy’s face out of the corner of his eyes. If this conversation had been with anyone else, if he had the same feelings he had for Tommy about anyone else, there was no way he would be acting like this. At least not to this extent, he had almost always been confident about the way he looked, dressed, and acted. As much as he tried to deny it whenever anyone said it, he knew he was cute and that his stature and personality made people want to protect him, even if he didn’t want them to. So, where was all of that confidence when he was sitting this close to Tommy? Still, every so often, that confidence returned when he felt the urge to flirt and tease the older demi-god. But it always seemed to abandon him when he was trying to be serious. Ram liked Tommy a lot and wanted to be his boyfriend yet he could never manage to actually say that. He hoped that perhaps at the party if the son of Ares was planning on attending, he would take the chance to say it out loud. Though he doubted it, he found the process of flirting and chasing the guy he liked to be much easier than actually confessing.

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X█║ 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔶𝔞 '𝔞𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫' 𝔪𝔦𝔲𝔯𝔞 ║█X
male || twenty-two|| son of demeter || tags; max || mentions; none

indentThe whispers of his plants always made him feel extremely peaceful, something he rarely felt. At first, he wondered if the whispers made him feel at ease because his ability to hear them came from Demeter. Anything related to his mother, he usually liked, even before he knew who she was. It had taken three months for him to be officially claimed and for those entire three months, he had read up on all of the goddesses and hoped that she would be his mother. He never resented the fact that she had taken so long to claim him either. His love for his mother was also the reason why his maternal half-siblings were some of the few people he was capable of admitting he liked and not just tolerated. Despite the fact that his personality was vastly different from theirs apart from them all being level-headed. Even his friends, despite being the few he tolerated and liked, would never hear him admit that fact.

indentAdrien knew as soon as the whispers in the greenhouse grew louder that someone was approaching and it filled him with dread. He didn’t want to have to make small talk or really any kind of talk. The tall demi-god sighed as he shifted some of the plants to different pots/containers. His back ached as he stood up just as the door swung open, his eyes darted over to the entrance as his precious silence, besides the soft whispers of the plants, was broken. Seiya almost snorted when he saw it was Max, at least it was someone he tolerated. He tilted his head to the side as the other man continued to speak, “The carrots don’t like it when they hear things like that, it scares them. Refrain from scaring the plants, it harms the plants growth, Maximus.” The son of Demeter raised an eyebrow with a sigh, “Right on…”

indentHe wanted to ask if his friend was seriously asking him if he wanted to go to a party. Even the flowers and other plants thought the question was funny. Adrien knew even if he said he didn’t want to go to the party, which he very much didn’t, he would be dragged into going by one of his friends. His frown deepened as the other male listed more of the things that would be at the party and actually snorted at the mention of his meeting someone, “And why would I want to do that?” His ears perked at the sound of his sister’s name, but he just shook his head, even if his sister was there and with her friends, he would be in the space he always was when he was forced to go to parties. Seiya crossed his arms across his chest as he walked towards Max to grab a rag that was close to him. He used to rag to wipe the dirt from his hands, “No, I do not want to go to the party. But you damn well that I’m going to be there.” The tall man threw the rag over his shoulder and pointed at the other demi-god, “One of you will drag me there even if I was kicking and screaming.” He let out another sigh as he dropped his hands to his side, “So, I’ll be there, but I won’t be happy about it.”

[skydust]

✧ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗨𝗦 𝗞𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘
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✧ location: library ✧ tags: jj, ash, sam ✧ godly parent: eris ✧ words: 1288

indentA splatter of paint flew across his face as Markus flung the brush in an arc through the air.
indentHe grinned as the red paint landed perfectly on the canvas, just how he had intended it to be. He wiped his face with his palm, only spreading the crimson color across his pale cheeks. He had been working on the painting for the last couple days, and was beginning to understand what the meaning of it all meant to him. He just needed more damn time. He had only slept for a couple of hours when inspiration struck him. Sending him into a chaotic tumble down the boys dormitory, and to unlocking the universities art room with a bobby pin he had found on the floor. He couldn't even remember if he closed his door or not. Dropping the brush to the ground, he took a few steps back to admire his work before the art room door creaked open. Twirling around on his feet, he was met face to face with his confused looking art professor.
indent"Ah! Good morning, Professor. Lovely day isn't it?" he spoke, eyes wild as he gestured to the light peaking through the large windows. Maybe he had one two many energy drinks. He was still grinning as his Professor stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones for this confusing situation.
indent"Markus..Well I-It's the afternoon. How did you even get in here?"
indent"Really?" he said, dramatically and exasperatedly, completely ignoring the question. He checked the invisible watch on his wrist before clapping his hands together. "I must have lost track of time. Welp! Time for me to get going."
indentHe started moving in quick strides to the door, completely ignoring his professor's pleas to clean up after himself, before he was already out the door. Markus had woken up, despite the few hours of sleep, in a rather good mood today. Which was unusual for him. Usually you could find him being his grumpy self, throwing snarky remarks at anyone who got in his way. Today was different though, and a Cheshire grin had been plastered on his face for the majority of his hours awake. He supposed he should thank the gods for giving him the energy to not pass out where he stood, but what did they ever do for him? Again, it was probably just all the energy drinks he had consumed.
indentImmediately upon entering the hallway, he was already receiving weird stares. Which wasn't that unusual. His wild dark brown hair usually caused a few to glance his way with curious eyes, and it wasn't like he didn't reap havoc wherever he went. It was the powers, or the curse, of being a child of Eris. His powers caused chaos wherever he went, whether that meant breaking a bottle or simply causing something to explode without any cause. He had gotten used to it now, and he was sure his friend had gotten used to it as well. Not that he had many. He was sure the majority of people on campus wanted to punch him in the jaw, or simply just kill him. Or both. Still, he gave a little wave at whoever decided to stare at his paint smeared face long enough. Savoring the reaction of complete horror it caused to wash over anyone's face. He was sure his professors were sick of him now, gods know everyone else was.
indentWalking past the library, something stopped him dead in his tracks. Ignoring the person who grumbled at him for stopping in the middle of the hallway, he squinted for two seconds before realizing it was Ash. Talking to Sam. Both of them blushing quite uncontrollably. Markus' grin grew, before he quickly pulled out his phone, immediately pressing on the first conversation he had going with someone. JJ was the only family he really had. Thanks to Eris deciding to kill his dad for literally no reason whatsoever. Him and JJ were thrown around in the foster care system after that. Which didn't really end up well for them, considering the whole "chaos powers" thing. They decided it was best to keep the twins separated, which backfired horribly when they reunited at camp half-blood. After that they had become practically inseparable, much to everyone's dismay. It was no secret that the twins had a penchant for trouble. He quickly started walking again, speeding up the process by taking longer and quicker strides. His long fingers typing away against the keyboard as he sent a message to his twin.
indentJJ COME HAVE SOME UFN WITH ME!!
indentWhen he didn't immediately get a reply, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket before turning towards the direction of the girls dormitory. He just hoped they didn't mind him barging in on whatever they were doing. He was only really friendly with a few of them, so he prayed he could break into his sisters dorm without any hassle. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before during the semester. Bumping into a few people, he slyly took their wallets without anyone noticing. He was surprised he wasn't a child of Hermes at this point, as the kleptomaniac in him had been with him since he was a child. And never really went away. He supposed it was the need for chaos in him, except he really never got caught. Maybe once or twice, but nothing beats an adrenaline rush of a quick get away. Finally making it to the girls dormitory, he strutted in like he owned the place as he started walking towards JJ's dorm. He was getting more looks now, and his mind immediately went to the red paint smeared across his face.
indent"It's just paint! I swear on my dead dad!" he stated, raising up his hands in the most innocent way. Just so they didn't think he had killed someone or something. At least, he hoped they didn't expect that of him. He continued down the hall before he made it to his sisters door. Knocking politely, he waited three seconds before he barged right in. Nothing unusual.
indent"JJ, your amazing and ridiculously handsome company has arrived! Now come have some fun with me before I die of pure boredom," he said, grabbing her by the arm gently and completely dragging her away from whatever she was doing. They both exited the dorm room, before he leaned in so no one would hear what he had to say. "You wouldn't believe what I saw in the library. Little Ash all blushy with Sam. Now I say, we hop on over and invite ourselves to their study sesh. It'll be a lot of fun I swear."
indentExiting the girls dormitory, he turned back towards his sister again. "Also, did you hear about that party that the Dionysus kids are throwing because of Midterms? I think we should invite the whole crew along and have some fun. After my Art History final I almost wanted to jump out a window, so I'm in major need of completely forgetting that I probably failed," he proposed, stuffing his hands in his pocket and peaking down at his sister with mischief in his dark eyes. They both finally made it to the library, and Markus could feel the smile spreading across his face as he dragged his sister to the table Ash and Sam occupied. "Hello, Ash. Sam. Lovely day isn't it? You know-" he paused, sitting down without an invitation. "The Dionysus kids are having a party tonight and I was wondering if you two were going. You know. Together?"
indentThe grin on his face couldn't be bigger as he watched the two for their reaction.

[fun]

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indent..........................LOCATION: the dormitories ● TAGS: leo, bray, rob, scout ● SON OF: hermes ● QUEST: pandoras box ● WC: 1.5k
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indent...You could probably hear the tapping coming from Myles dorm-room a mile away.
indent...It was from an unsharpened and dull pencil that he was supposed to be using to write his economics paper with, but right now he could not be bothered to write some stupid paper. His mind was going faster than he could with his super-speed when it came to his thoughts. And you could probably see the sweat trickle down his chin as the awareness of how dreadful this day would be was finally catching up to Myles. He felt awful, on top of the painful hangover he had and throwing up two times in the bathroom that morning, Myles also had to worry about what had occurred the night before while he was drinking. Hooking-up with his best friend was probably at the end of things he never wanted to do in his life but somehow decided to do the night prior. Thank god his roommate Sam was not here to hear him groan at his stupidity. He didn’t even think he liked the man and still doesn’t for that matter. Myles had known Leo for what seemed like forever, and the thought of having feelings for the man never crossed his mind. They were best friends, well, were best friends. Myles didn't know where the two stood right now as of a friendship, and honestly felt like it was his fault. He was baffled on how a talk about their crushes while drinking, who were different people than each other, could turn into a hookup. 'God did I mess up big time...' he thought to himself while staring at his paper that would probably never get done. He couldn't focus on school right now, or anything for that matter. Myles was so frustrated, he was tapping his foot like crazy and just wanted to snap the stupid dull pencil in his hand in half. So he did, and it didn't help one bit. Sighing and groaning once more, he got up and threw the broken pencil next to his desk. Turning to face the clock, he realized he would half to go back to Leo's dorm sooner rather than later to get the backpack he had left there. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do any of his schoolwork, even though he wasn't going to do it anyway because of what happened.
indent...Hopefully Leo was there so they could at least talk about what happened, or better yet, not there at all so he could have one more day of non-hookup-related discussion.

indent...He knew it was now or never, so quickly slipping on his shoes, he rushed out of his dorm and locked it behind him.
indent...Myles thought about using his powers, but getting there slower was way better in his mind. He needed some time to think about what he was going to say to Leo IF he was even there. If he wasn't, Ben, Leo's roommate, hopefully, wouldn't ask any questions or be suspicious if Myles came into his dorm looking for his backpack while Leo was gone. Albeit now that he thought about it, he realized the whole situation would be suspicious in general. Myles wished this was one of those situations that you could just blow over, but how can you blow over something as huge as this? Especially considering they're both close friends, it's not like Myles would never see Leo again. He just hoped the situation wouldn't get out to parties not involved. He couldn't imagine facing his crush if he ever found out what happened between them both, and winced at the thought. Speaking of his crush, Myles missed Scout more than ever nowadays. He wished he could just vent to him about all his problems without any worries, but alas Scout was just a crush, and Myles didn't want to ruin another relationship he had with someone he considered close. Scout was the one person who Myles felt he could relate to and for the most part, talk to about things he was concerned about in his life. Myles being someone who helps and never receives, found it liberating to have someone in his life who would take the time to listen to him. And although the younger man was somewhat of a 'party animal', he honestly seemed more mature than Myles was at the moment with everything he had gotten himself into. He did also dread seeing Scout today probably as much he did Leo, his hangover was getting worse by the minute and he didn't want to deal with two fiascos in one day.
indent...But he knew luck was not on his side.

indent...Arriving at the familiar dorm doorway, he could feel his heart begin to race and his anxiety becoming stronger and stronger. He didn't want to face Leo or really anyone today, but he couldn't go to class without his backpack. Plus, his laptop and chargers were in it as well. Myles cursed his past self as he shook his head trying to get less nervous. And almost like ripping off a Band-Aid, he slowly opened the door to Leo and Ben's dorm.
indent...Opening the door, he could feel his heart drop a second time. Not only was Leo in his dorm, but Bray and Rob were also there. As it so happened to be, last night Myles found out who Leo's crush was, and low and behold he was standing in front of him. God, his luck couldn't be any worse today, could it? Stepping into the dorm room fully, he spoke,
indent..."Uh, hey Leo.. Rob.. and Bray..."
indent...While saying their names he looked at them individually, trying to make it seem like everything was normal, but in reality, it wasn't. Why did they have to be here at the same time he decided to pick up his backpack? WHY?!!!?? Gulping and clearing his throat, he spoke once more, "Just here to get my things, I must've left 'em here last night." Myles' head was screaming with thoughts while looking around Leo's dorm for his backpack. But he knew it would just be more awkward if he acted like something was wrong, and quickly realized he needed to make some form of small talk before leaving. It felt like mission impossible almost to him, but he couldn't think of any form of a less awkward option. And decided he would just talk to Leo about the situation they had found themselves in another time.
indent..."How have you been, Rob and Bray? Feel like we haven't talked in forever," he spouted while finding and making his way over to his backpack. Peaking a glance at Leo, he watched as his face was practically mushed into the laptop he was coding on. Myles wished he could do the same thing in the situation he was in now, but it would be over soon enough. It felt like he had been in the dorm for eternity, but in reality, it had just been a few minutes. Grabbing his things, Myles swiftly made his way over to the door. Though his visit had been short, he didn't think Rob or Bray would suspect anything of it, or at least he hoped so.
indent..."That's great guys, well I've gotta get going because I have an uh... Paper to finish. But I guess I'll see you three later, bye now." It wasn't a lie, but was he going to write it? Hell no. Opening the door behind him, he speedily made his way out of Leo's dorm room as fast as he went in, then shut the door behind him. That was the most awkward interaction he could've ever had, or put in similar terms, a disaster. But at least he got it done with and could move on with his day. Or so he hoped, because the next person he spotted was the other person he didn't want to see or have any interaction with today.

indent... Scout looked to be banging on another dorm right next to Leo's, which happened to be the dorm of his brother. He looked as handsome as ever, but also very very very hungover. Which seemed to be something of a regular occurrence for the man. Though Scout may not know it, there were a few times where Myles had gotten a glimpse of him either being drunk or hungover. I mean, at least he wasn't alone in the hangover department today. Myles chuckled at the pleading Scout was doing to get inside his brothers dorm. And just like that his thoughts of last night and the interaction he had just had inside Leo's dorm seemed to vanish. He knew it probably wasn't the best idea to be conversating with Scout right now, but Myles needed a happy distraction that didn't involve school or work. And that happy distraction happened to appear in front of him, hungover, begging for his brother to let him into his dorm room.
indent... Strolling over to the younger man, his smile grew as he finally greeted him,
"Hey there stranger," he said while looking at him and then the doorway he was banging on moments prior. "Whatcha up to?"

[8_Stars_8]

A U R E L I A xC A S T R O
| DAUGHTER OF HERMES | LOCATION: CANTEEN | TAGS: AILEY & REED | WORD COUNT: 594 |
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indentAurelia couldn't focus on the conversation she had sparked with Reed nor the one she had started with Aileen. "I've...been okay." She felt her heart skip a beat as they locked eyes. Eyes. His damn brown eyes. Aurelia always loved his eyes, they were comforting, they meant she was safe. Now she felt an aching in the pit of her stomach whenever she saw them. She felt herself beginning to fiddle with the hem of her shirt. "Uh. Reed." She stopped him from nearly leaving. Her voice got softer and her previously upturned eyes had drooped a bit. Lia was actively trying not to let her eyes water in front of him. She didn't want him to know how hung up on him she was still. She felt stupid for still having such strong feelings for the boy, after all, they had broken up a month ago now. "Can we please talk...soon? I need to explain a few things. Her eyes had this certain vulnerability to them. Her voice had the inkling of pleading. "Just...think about it." Lia takes a step back, feeling Ailey's hands wrap around her wrists. She finally turns her attention towards Ailey.
indentLia's forehead was indicative of the stress she was feeling over seeing Reed. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she seemed distant, even as Ailey was speaking to her. She let the redhead lead her to sit down. Then, finally, a tear came rolling down her cheek. You don't have the right to cry over him. You were the reason you broke up in the first place. Lia scolded herself internally. "Thanks, Ailey." She murmurs, finally looking up at her friend. "I just - I didn't expect to see him today." She lets out a pained laugh. Aurelia puts her face in her hands, the muscles in her back obviously tense. She didn't want Ailey to see the tears that were threatening to run down her cheeks. She hadn't really cried over the breakup in the entire month, but seeing him again just set something off in her which caused the tears to fall down. She hadn't realized how connected to him she actually was. Lia looked up at her friend. "S-sorry. Um...what were we doing? Oh. Right. The flowers." Her voice cracked at the beginning of her sentence.
indentFrom an outside perspective, all of this - the tears, the stress, everything - seemed like an over exaggeration or a call for attention. This might have been true except for the fact that Lia knew that her problems were much more deep-rooted than poor self-image. She wasn't even sure if Reed was aware of all of that, which was the reason she really needed to speak with him. She thought about all of this as she reached for the lavender she had picked earlier. She gently grabbed a flower and began to braid Ailey's hair. She couldn't help but notice the curve of Aileen's neck and the way her hair fell around her shoulders. Lia quickly snaps out of this frame of mind and continues to braid, occasionally sticking a flower in her hair. "What do you say we go to the party tonight?" Lia says, once she is done braiding Aileen's hair. "Honestly. I just need to be a little crazy. Speaking of...what do you think my brothers are up to?" She scans the cafeteria for any signs of wreaked havoc. Aurelia can't help but crack a smile at the thought. She hadn't been keeping good tabs on them because of midterms. She just hoped they weren't causing too much trouble.