The Woods...
"I-I don't like girls," Lorna stammered, her face turning bright red. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course! It's totally cool and everything it's just... I don't think that's me?" Her heart was pounding furiously and Lorna wondered what was wrong with herself. Why was she losing her cool now? Why was she unable to stop her heart from skipping a beat whenever Fable glanced back at her? Why did the temperature feel like it was skyrocketing, as if the woods had turned to lava?
"Oh yeah, the Stolls are fun," Lorna agreed. "They'd totally both date you, honestly. Everyone seems to be really into my brothers these days," she added, attempting a slight joke. "Oh yeah? You would? I mean of course you would, sorry I don't know why I asked that, that was very dumb and... Oh look, is that something moving in the bushes over there?" Lorna said, tearing her gaze away from Fable - she had been noticing too much how the light filtering through the trees was hitting her blonde locks - as she headed in a new direction with her sword. There was a smaller monster in the next clearing and Lorna swung her sword, slicing it neatly in half. Monster dust fell in a neat pile on the ground.
The Lake...
Nadja tilted her head, studying Kitty's face for a moment. While some at camp felt that Athena's children could lack emotional intelligence, Nadja never felt that that was the case. Athena's children were highly perceptive, after all - as long as they bothered to deem something worthy of their time. "Hmm. You like to crush on obtainable men - I'm guessing they tend to be rather safe as well - ones where you know they'd never hurt you?" Nadja posed. She hadn't known Kitty very long, but she was building something of a psychological profile.
It helped, though, because Nadja had done something similar - once upon a time. She used to pick safe, nice boys who she knew would never be interested in pursuing a relationship with her. She'd put their names in hearts in her notebook and convince herself that she was crushing on them. It had been something of a defense mechanism, a way for her to avoid the question of her own sexuality, by picking someone she knew would never pick her. "I used to do that, too. I was scared of being vulnerable with someone - terrified, really."
"I-I don't like girls," Lorna stammered, her face turning bright red. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course! It's totally cool and everything it's just... I don't think that's me?" Her heart was pounding furiously and Lorna wondered what was wrong with herself. Why was she losing her cool now? Why was she unable to stop her heart from skipping a beat whenever Fable glanced back at her? Why did the temperature feel like it was skyrocketing, as if the woods had turned to lava?
"Oh yeah, the Stolls are fun," Lorna agreed. "They'd totally both date you, honestly. Everyone seems to be really into my brothers these days," she added, attempting a slight joke. "Oh yeah? You would? I mean of course you would, sorry I don't know why I asked that, that was very dumb and... Oh look, is that something moving in the bushes over there?" Lorna said, tearing her gaze away from Fable - she had been noticing too much how the light filtering through the trees was hitting her blonde locks - as she headed in a new direction with her sword. There was a smaller monster in the next clearing and Lorna swung her sword, slicing it neatly in half. Monster dust fell in a neat pile on the ground.
The Lake...
Nadja tilted her head, studying Kitty's face for a moment. While some at camp felt that Athena's children could lack emotional intelligence, Nadja never felt that that was the case. Athena's children were highly perceptive, after all - as long as they bothered to deem something worthy of their time. "Hmm. You like to crush on obtainable men - I'm guessing they tend to be rather safe as well - ones where you know they'd never hurt you?" Nadja posed. She hadn't known Kitty very long, but she was building something of a psychological profile.
It helped, though, because Nadja had done something similar - once upon a time. She used to pick safe, nice boys who she knew would never be interested in pursuing a relationship with her. She'd put their names in hearts in her notebook and convince herself that she was crushing on them. It had been something of a defense mechanism, a way for her to avoid the question of her own sexuality, by picking someone she knew would never pick her. "I used to do that, too. I was scared of being vulnerable with someone - terrified, really."