Rightful Heir

the alphabet game. lol

Nonsense

the alphabet game. lol

jargon

the alphabet game. lol

Yoda

Are small town roleplays still a thing? (Modern/Slice of life.)

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♆ Divine Bloodlines: Immortal Bonds of Olympus ♆

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_______________________ _______________________ _______________________ Collab With ⊁⊁⊁ @Vicier Locations ⊁⊁⊁ Erin's Room (Erin) ⊁⊁⊁ Hades Cabin (Both) ⊁⊁⊁ Tyler's Room (Tyler) ⊁⊁⊁ Halfblood Hill (Tyler) ⊁⊁⊁ Hades Cabin Kitchen (Both) Interacting With ⊁⊁⊁ Oakley Dagwood (Tyler) ⊁⊁⊁ Eachother (Both) Romanian Translations ⊁⊁⊁ "La naiba" = "Damn it" ⊁⊁⊁ "Lumina vietii mele" = "Light of my life" ⊁⊁⊁ "Dracu! Am uitat să-i spun mamei că am intrat în siguranță." = "Fuck! I forgot to tell my mom that I got in safely." ⊁⊁⊁ ".. ii iubesc atat de mult... mulțumesc..." = ".. I love them so much... thank you..." Italian Translations ⊁⊁⊁ "Fanculo" = "Fuck you" _______________________ _______________________ _______________________

________________________________________________________________________________ | ♆ | Thursday, June 1st - 𝟺:𝟺𝟻𝙰𝙼 - 𝟻:𝟺𝟻𝙰𝙼 | ♆ | It had been several months since Tyler had been back inside the walls of his second home. Typically he liked going back home for a month or two in the winter to enjoy some time at home with his mom, as well as partaking in some Oregon recreational activities like dirt biking and ice fishing out on the frozen lakes with his old school buddies. This year he had stayed on with his mom a few extra months to help her with the spring gardens and some repairs around and to the house that she couldn't manage on her own. Though Tyler had been gone the last 4 months, there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't keep in touch with his close friends. Some more than others. Having completely lost track of the days and the dates that came with them, Tyler had missed out on returning to camp the same day as the summer campers. With the lost time he had to make, Tyler rode through the night on his Yamaha till he reached the borders of the camp in the early morning hours before the sun even rose, shutting the bike off and rolling it the rest of the way in so he wouldn't wake the rest of the camp. The only person Ty saw on the way in was his brother, Oakley Dagwood. Of course, Tyler wouldn't have had it any other way. He'd missed him, as well as his other siblings, dearly. After their short little reunion was over, Oakley took off to go and help a couple of other satyrs that he'd been with before catching up with Ty to help set up around camp for the day. Once Tyler had put up his bike, he made his way up to the Hermes cabin, making sure to kick off his shoes at the door before sneaking in and up to his bedroom. Nothing had changed, except a pile of blankets and a single pillow on the floor that were all laid out in a makeshift bed. Oakley must have been crashing in his room while he'd been gone. Surely smelt like it. Tossing his duffle bag down at the foot of his bed frame, Tyler pulled his phone out from his riding leathers to quickly send out a text to Erin Chase. One thing he'd missed about having been gone for so long was their morning routine of sharing coffee and tea with a shared comfortable silence between the two while they woke up to deal with whatever bullshit awaited them for the day. His early rising was one thing that his mother had poked fun at him for when he returned home. Her son had never been one to have a routine, let alone a sleep schedule that he ever held himself to for more than a week at a time. Back at camp, typically one of the first things for Tyler to do for the day before he got to the pavilion to eat was muck out the horse stalls and fill them with fresh bedding, then lay out fresh hay and/or alfalfa in the field for the equine to munch on throughout the day. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟻:𝟶𝟾 𝙰𝙼 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 ✓ Once the text was sent, Tyler set his phone down on his desk and began to peel off his riding leathers before hanging them up in his closet where they belonged. Though the boy was wide awake, he wouldn't pass up enjoying the morning with Erin. Might take a bit more than coffee to wake him up, though. Possibly an energy drink? Coffee now would only ensure he passed out before breakfast was even served. The son of Hermes gave his phone's screen one last glance before walking off to go tend to his reptiles, whom he'd also missed just as dearly in his absence. .. Light... The soft golden glow streaming in through the window having caught her eye; it wasn't, however, until the light fell upon her hand that Erin seemed to react. The seam of her lips parting. Was it really morning already..? Last that she'd been aware, it had been three in the morning. She remembered her older brother, Damian, waking her. She remembered him telling her he was leaving for a bit; asking telling her to look after his hounds. And then as quickly as he'd disturbed her, he was gone. And her bed was taken over by, not the usual three, but six hell hounds... and a cat. Being completely honest with herself... she needed a bigger bed. Either she needed to talk to her father about it, or just take matters into her own hands by ordering one herself. A gentle sigh passed through her lips as her mind wandered, Erin's fingers curled. Eyes closing just a moment, though as she opened them, the rich Earthen hues fell upon the marred skin of her wrist. The mere sight caused her stomach to drop. Despite the fact that she'd been doing better over the last three years - having not slipped, even once - even she had to admit that she hadn't been in the best of places as of late. Truth was... she missed him. Five months was entirely too long in her opinion; though she didn't fault him for it. Not once in all of their conversations had she brought it up, nor would she ever. Famiglia was important. Numero uno. She understood that better than anyone, but... it couldn't stop her from how she felt. And so her rhythm was off. Her routine shot through the arse. Over the past five months there had been nights she couldn't sleep, and then, when she could, there were times she struggled to get out of bed. But then, it was to be expected. After four years of a recurring cycle; she was used to it. It just happened to be a little longer this time... that's all. Once more closing her eyes, Erin let her head fall to the wayside. Her arm dropping to rest at her side as, defeatedly, she got to her feet. Letting them carry her over the cool hardwood to where she'd left her smokes on her bedside. Already reaching for the packet, it wasn't until she noticed the little green light flashing gently in the top right hand corner of her mobile, however, that she hesitated. Her hand instead reaching to pick up the device in order to check her notifications. .. Tyler Rumancek... Breath catching at the sight of the name sat at the top of the unread message. It only took her a few brief moments longer before she quickly rectified that. Her thumb opening up the message, so that she could read over it. Five o' eight... Fucking shit. This was what happened when she shut herself off from the world- when she went and put her phone on silent. She missed things. Important things- important people. He was back..? Lower lip drawing into her mouth, Erin chewed on it softly as her heart gave a gentle squeeze. Hand lifting from her side, she ran her fingers back through her dark locks. Pushing them off her face before, with a small though undeniably relieved smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she hurried to respond. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟻:24 𝙰𝙼 Piuma... you're back..? Yeah... yeah, I'm awake. The doors open. 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ✓ There was no telling when the last time Jules or Oakley had fed the snakes Tyler kept in his room without waking Jules or finding Oakley, and only gods knew where he'd be now.. so while the boy waited for a response from his friend he checked his mini fridge for any rats left thawing out. There was one large one, which meant the only one who hadn't eaten lately was Kevin, his large king cobra. Tyler grabbed the baggy from the fridge and popped it open with one hand, snagging the feeder tongs from the top of the snake enclosure so he could grab the rat from the bag. Taking a peak in through the plexiglass slider doors, there was no sign of Kevin within the cage, meaning the big boy was hiding out in his wooden box hideaway. Gently tugging the sliding door over, Tyler reached the rat into the enclosure with the prongs and shuffled it around in the bedding to create some noise in an attempt to lure his snake out. "Come on, Kev. No time like the present, bud." A deep, low his emanated from the wooden box a moment or two before Tyler caught the slightest movement in the opening of the hideaway. The boy chuckled and continued to taunt the cobra with the rat till the snake lunged out with a breathy hiss, lowering it to the bedding with a little wiggle before Kevin struck again and grabbed the rat in his mouth, Tyler quickly letting go of the snake's meal before closing up the enclosure again. The boy muttered something under his breath about his cranky snake as he got back up to his feet, reaching up to set the tongs back up at the top of the enclosure when he heard his phone go off with Erin's ringtone. Distracted, thinking he'd cleared the enclosure top, he let go of the tongs and sent them clattering down to the floor with a thud. Every muscle in Tyler's body froze as he clenched his jaw, listening for any movement from the rooms around his own before bending down to pick the tongs up and replace them where they were intended to go. "La naiba!" he growled under his breath with a shake of his head, walking over to pick up his phone to check the message that was waiting for him. A soft smile spread across his face at her reply, too eager to see her to even manage a reply, he quickly reached down to unzip his duffle bag to grab out a plastic bag with two stuffed animals inside of it that were meant for her before quietly sneaking out from his bedroom and out of the cabin. The sun was just barely coming up over the treetops now, and Tyler knew that if he was to miss out on being held up by his siblings he needed to scoot, and fast. He loved them, especially Jules (who would be up soon to rouse everyone else up from their beds), but he had priorities, as well as promises he had to keep. Unraveling his socks that he'd stuck into his shoes before, pulling them on first and then his shoes, he tied them quickly and took off. Luckily the destination was only two doors down to the Hades cabin, to which Tyler quietly let himself in. He wasn't sure if Damien was still sleeping, but he definitely didn't want to be the one to wake him if he was. A quick glance around told him someone had been up and in the common area of the cabin, but there was no sign of Erin yet. The boy chewed on his lip as his eyes landed on her bedroom door, turning away after a moment to instead head for the kitchen. He could at least get started on making them their usual morning drinks. Part of him wondered if she was still drinking the same thing as she had five months ago when he'd last been with her, but if the uzhe wasn't available, he'd find something for her. Tucking the bag into the back pocket of his jeans, Tyler went to work pulling out the kettle, filling it with water from the sink filter, turning the stove on, and setting the kettle down to start heating up. Once it was on, he began fixing his coffee in the Keurig. Columbian roast with hazelnut creamer. His favorite. He was back... He was back. Fingers curling, gently, around the device she held; the screen went dark as she locked it. A little rise drawing up in the corner of her mouth as the words played, on repeat, in her mind. A notable amount of relief washing over her. Ty was back. Mobile hitting the bedside table as she lowered it again, it wasn't long before Erin was moving. Her hand quickly reaching for the top she'd gotten out the night before, though as her dark gaze settled on it, she stopped. Fur. Fur everywhere. Were it any other top, she might not have minded, but the grey was speckled heavily in black, and it wasn't something that could be fixed no matter how many times she went over it with the lint roller. Staring at it a few moments longer, Erin's eyes drew across to the small pack of animals lounging on her bed. The culprit lain, comfortably, in the very center. His bright yellow eyes staring right back, ".. Salem..." The sigh that fell from her lips was exasperated, though, despite that, she couldn't remain upset at her beloved feline. He was, after all, just doing what came naturally. So with her head shaking, Erin turned away from her bed. Her eyes searching, though not for long as they fell upon what she'd been wearing the day before. Hand reaching to pluck the first thing she could from the ground, forgoing a top altogether, it was as she stood tall that she began to pull the hoodie on. Reaching to pull her long dark waves, a mess of deep rich chocolate tones, out from the neck. Instead allowing them to settle over her shoulders and down her back as she made for the door. It was instant. The moment she'd opened her door, the fresh citrusy aroma rushed towards her, and for a moment, she closed her eyes. Taking the chance to deeply inhale. Columbian roast had such a distinctive smell to it; it was unmistakable, at least to her anyway. It was fresh... fruity at times. And when you really took the time to dissect what you were smelling, you could pick up on the little hints of spice that peppered through. She'd missed having it wafting through the air of her cabin. Hands moving, one at a time, to her wrists, Erin pushed the sleeves of her borrowed stolen hoodie up her arms. Bunching them up at her elbows as she followed the enticing scent into the kitchen. Stopping only when her eyes fell upon the man who, despite never admitting it out loud, she'd missed more than anything, ".. about time you got home... was starting to think I lost you to the Oregon wilds..." Hermes' son reached up to open the cabinet, grabbing out the closest opened box of tea, giving it a light shake. Damn near empty. Tyler flipped the box over and read the label. Louisville Tea Company - White Chocolate Raspberry White Tea. The boy pulled the box up to his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the rich, sweet and fruity aromas with a fraction of a smile cracking at the corner of his lips. Erin remained the only reason the boy ever partook in drinking tea, aside from when Jackson demanded offered tea time at the Hermes Cabin, though he enjoyed how the tea smelled. It just never tasted the same as it smelled, at least in his opinion. Tyler pulled a single tea bag from the box and tossed it into the mug he'd previously grabbed out for her, picking the steaming kettle up to then pour over the tea. With the boy's exceptional hearing he could just make out a door opening up from the other side of the cabin, his heart skipping a beat before racing in his chest as he kept his eyes down on the tea mug on the counter. The lack of animal claws scraping across the cabin floor had Ty thinking that it might be Damian coming out for a few moments until he saw a smaller figure appear at the opposite end of the counter as him. As she spoke, his smile grew wider but it wasn't till she stopped talking that he finally brought his eyes up to meet hers. Oh how he'd missed those hazel eyes of hers. "Erin. Can take the boy outta The Wilds, but you can't take The Wilds outta the boy." Tyler chuckled softly, standing there a moment just looking at her. Only a mere few moments passed before his entire body willed him forward, unable to stay away any longer as he closed the distance between them. The boy wrapped his arms around the middle of her back to pull her close to him before picking her up in a tight embrace, spinning her around gently in a hug as he buried his face into her neck and mumbled against her skin. "It's nice to not have to just see you through a phone screen. I've missed you." In that simple moment; Tyler wrapped his arms around her, and for the first time in months, the daughter of Hades felt as though she could truly breathe. The oxygen flooding her lungs as, only a few beats after he'd done so himself, she lifted her arms in return. Hooking them firmly around the back of his neck- almost desperately so as she helped to keep their tight hold over one another. Any thoughts she'd had stopped. Her heart instead giving an almost painful squeeze as she shut her eyes, Er barely registered the fact that she was being swept off her feet, only to then have them returned to solid ground a few short moments later. It was like clockwork- the two working in tandem. Ty lowered his head down into the crook of her neck, and allowing her heart to take control, something that became a regular whenever he was near, so did she. The warmth of her breath flowing freely- cascading over his exposed skin as the defined pout of her lips brushed lightly over the strong curve of his neck. ".. fanculo - I've missed you too..." Erin's voice soft as the confession tumbled from between her lips; it only led to her tightening her hold. Squeezing him, even gently, as though to make sure that he was really there with her. Really there... and really real... And he was. It wasn't just some sick dream her mind had concocted. She wasn't sure what she'd have done if that had been the case... Fanculo. One of the few words he knew in her native tongue. Of course he knew the curse words. Who doesn't wanna go cussing someone out in another language..? A soft chuckle escaped him at that, holding their embrace a few moments longer before gently pulling away, only taking a step or two back away from her as he folded his arms gently across his chest. The boy looked over his shoulder at the counter where her tea and his coffee were. "Erm.." Tyler cleared his throat and stepped over to the two mugs, grabbing both of them to bring back over towards her, holding hers out to her by the bottom with the handle exposed for her to grab ahold of. "So, how did you sleep..? Was it very crazy yesterday with everyone coming home..? Oakley told me there was an accident at the training grounds yesterday. Someone trying to show off for the new bloods, or somethin' like that? I can only imagine Chiron shit over that," he smirked a bit, taking a long sip of his coffee, making a slight face at the temperature of it as it hit his tongue. Sure, he liked his coffee hot, but he wasn't expecting it to still be scalding. She didn't want to let go... But as she felt him pulling away, Erin reluctantly did the same. Curling her fingers gently over his shoulders before she withdrew her arms. It was within the span of a few brief seconds that her hands had made it back to her own body. Rubbing lightly, for a spell, at her hips before they settled. Buried in the back pockets of her ripped skinny jeans. .. by the Gods, she was being pathetic... But really... she just couldn't seem to help herself when he was around. Not anymore, anyway... Hands re-emerging from her pockets as he reproached her; the ".. thank you..." that fell through her lips was soft. Though at his words, the princess of hell couldn't help but let out a scoff. Rolling her dark eyes, Erin turned and made her way back through the door leading into the lounge. The unmistakable motion of her head turning from side to side causing her dark waves to brush lightly over the back of her hoodie as she made to take up her usual haunt on the couch, ".. To which incident are you referring..? There were two." Pausing, her gaze flicking up to meet with his, Erin was lifting her tea to her lips. Though whether she was bothered by the heat of the sweet liquid as it rushed down her throat or not, she gave nothing away. Lowering her mug back to her lap, however, she let out a sigh before she began to elaborate, ".. yesterday was fucked. Una tempesta di merda totale. Jackson, the dumbass, wanted to show off his 'master skills' with a bow. Fucking arrow went wide, didn't it. Missed the target completely. I'll give him this though, he did hit something- or more like someone..." Chuckling softly, lifting her mug only long enough to take another sip of her tea, Erin continued, ".. Arrow sunk right into Killian's shoulder blade. That set him off. He went after anyone with a bow in their possession. In the end he had to be taken down by his siblings and put to sleep by Korbin." Rolling her eyes, Erin fell back into the couch. Lifting her feet in order to cross her legs up underneath her, she hesitated. Taking a moment or two to think over whether she wanted to say more or not; the young daughter of Hades let out another sigh as she chose the former, ".. while all that was going on... Ky's stupid cousin was being his usual bloody self... Sam was showing the new meat what he could do. Not sure if the shit with Kills distracted him or not, and to be perfectly honest, I don't give a fucking shit. But the asshole torched my book, while it was still in my hands, with a blast of fucking lightning..! My favorite book..! Of course I lost it on him... Let's just say, Chiron wasn't pleased with any of us... and I'm pretty sure a good chunk of the greenies are now terrified of Kills... and me for that matter..." As Erin wandered off he began to follow her before realizing he'd left his own mug on the other counter, pivoting to walk back the few steps to grab it, hurriedly catching up to her as she talked and walked. As she took up her usual spot on the couch, he too fell in line and took up his claimed spot on the furniture, bending and tucking one leg up under his other before sitting down comfortably to listen to her retell the events from the day before. It was quite a bit of information to take in, but after it was all thrown out there in detail for him to hear, he let out a soft chuckle. Course they had to pull shit the day he was supposed to be there and wasn't. For a time, all Tyler could manage for a response was a shake of his head before taking another long, thoughtful drink of his coffee. After a minute, Ty looked over at the girl before him with soft eyes. "You're okay though, right..?" There was a short pause before Ty added quickly, "Kinda shocked you didn't send the hounds after Sammy." A light chuckle left the boy then, paired with a playful smirk that he tried to hide behind his mug. Closing her dark eyes, it took everything in the young woman's power to not groan aloud. Her fingers instead showing her reaction as they drummed gently against the side of her mug. Bloody dad jokes - puns. They were, of course, his bread and butter. How she thought to expect anything less, she wasn't sure. And part of her was a little disappointed that she didn't think for a second that he'd pull one on her now. Dropping her attention down, though it only lasted a moment before she was bringing her gaze back to meet with his, Erin gave a light nod of her head. Her voice softer now as she chose to, while ignoring his latter comment, answer his question, ".. I'm fine. I promise... He didn't get me..." Watching him, perhaps a little longer than she should have; she eventually tore her gaze from his. Letting it wander off to the side as, out of habit, with her non-dominant hand, she lifted her mug to her lips. Only her middle and ring finger slipped through the handle as she took a sip, ".. So, uhm... h-how was Oregon..? How's your mother..?" It was good to know she hadn't been injured in the encounter, but her blatantly ignoring his joke only made his smirk grow more, holding back a laugh. The look that the two shared both seemed to last an eternity as well as not lasting nearly long enough as she looked away. Tyler cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat, looking down into his coffee securely held in his lap. "Not much to report outside of the things we talked about. Though, my mom.. she's fine, but she was acting weird as hell while I was up there. She was constantly insisting that I go out to do something. And it wasn't an every day thing, it was always Wednesday and Saturday mornings. She'd either have me go into town to get her some random thing she needed, go out and shovel snow, or tell me I needed to go hang out with the boys. Practically demanded it of me." The son of Hermes stopped a moment, his brow furrowed the more he talked, shaking his head before taking a sip of his coffee. It wasn't till after he let go of the deep sigh he hadn't even been realizing he was holding that he finally spoke again. "I almost wonder if she's seeing someone. I mean, it's not really my business.. I just.. I don't see why she feels the need to hide it from me." Ty stuck his tongue into his cheek, deep in thought. "This time going back home just really didn't seem like home the way it used to, I guess." Tyler offered a half-assed sad smile, letting out another soft sigh as if to rid himself of the tension he felt building inside his chest. Looking up from his mug at Erin for the first time since he'd started speaking, he quirked a brow with a hint of a smirk. "Though I gotta say, Gus is a bit jealous. He still says he's got a claim on the 'best friend' title between the two of you." Guilt. The powerful emotion washed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to pull her under despite how hard she was working to keep her head above water. Wednesdays. Saturdays... As bad as it might have sounded, Erin knew exactly what Tyler was referring to. She knew why his mother insisted on him leaving at those times, and it was due to that that she squirmed, perhaps a little uncomfortably, in her seat. Truth was... Wednesday and Saturday mornings were her mornings. Reserved for Erin Chase. It had been that way now for about a year and a half. Ever since she'd managed to work up enough courage to actually call the woman up, and ask her for language lessons. Destiny Rumancek... the woman was a force all her own. Of that, she could confirm. But then... she was also one of the most understanding women she'd ever spoken to. She didn't know her- until that Iris call, the poor woman didn't know who she was past a simple name. Maybe a photo or two. But after a rather intense conversation - at least, that's how it had felt to her... - involving many questions... she'd agreed to teach her... ".. maybe-... maybe it isn't her..." The words tumbling from her lips, Erin's gaze once more dropped. Lingering on the liquid held in her mug as she spoke. Her voice soft, despite her hesitance, she did her best to hide her guilt from entering the conversation, ".. maybe... whoever she's talking to... isn't ready for you to know just yet..." Thankful, however, for the chance to change the subject of choice; Erin took it. A small smile playing at her lips, and lifting her hand, she ran her fingers back through her hair. The soft sound of her chuckle falling into the air between them, ".. heh... you can tell the baby that if he wants to keep his title, he's gonna have to challenge me for it..." Tyler took in what comforting words the daughter of Hades offered to him, sighing heavily with a simple nod, though he didn't respond further than that. Unable to find the words, he instead chose to just go back to his coffee drinking. Nearly done with his drink already, and yet still didn't feel any more awake than he had before. Did he dare grab an energy drink and down it too..? Erin's reply about what his childhood best friend had said made him laugh, smirking a bit as he stood up to his feet. "You say 'keep his title" as if he currently has it. Which, is impossible.. because I don't have plans to get a matching tattoo with him, do I..? Hermes' son flashed Erin a charming, smug little grin with a wink before taking the last sip of his coffee before walking off towards the kitchen backward. "You hungry, this morning..?" Smile growing at the mere mention of their upcoming tattoos; it was another moment of simply staring into her tea before Erin lifted her head. Heart fluttering. By the Gods, that smirk... That little, mischievous rise in the corners of his lips- she lived for it. And for the love of Hades, was it going to be the death of her. Her dark hues following his movements as he made his way back towards the kitchen, Erin hesitated. Once more taking a drink of her tea before she got to her feet. Following after him with a light shrug of her shoulders, ".. yeah... I could eat..." Slowing to a stop once she'd reached the kitchen bench, Erin lowered her mug to the surface. Her smile, as small as it currently was, never wavering as she drew her head to a light tilt, "Why..? What are you thinking..?" Popping the top of the Keurig up, Tyler pulled the used K-cup from it and overhand tossed it into the garbage can, sinking it into the trash without touching the sides. 'Fuck yeah,' he thought to himself, his smile growing as he turned his attention back to the coffee maker, replacing a new pod into the machine before pulling it closed. "Well, I mean.. I could make something. Your call on what. Orrrr.. I've got... uhm.. bagels and muffins back at the cabin..? Can do up a bagel the way you like real quick before we head over to bug Ezra..? Or just take a muffin for on-the-go.." The boy shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention back to the Keurig once it notified him it was done heating up, pressing the button he needed to get it to dispense the coffee into his mug. Tyler turned his head enough to see her at an angle, raising a brow. "Anything, in particular, sounding good to you..?" ".. much as I love mozzarella- I'd rather avoid dairy before a tattoo. It makes me feel bloated..." A light crease working its way between her brows; Erin's strong features scrunched slightly at the thought. Though a second later, she was relaxing. And lifting her mug back up from where it was resting on the counter, she proceeded to drain it of the remainder of her tea. Her feet carrying her closer to him as she made to put it in the sink to be washed later, "Let's do muffins. This way, if I actually walk in with food, Ez isn't going to get on my back about not eating again." Not today. Though it seemed Erin and Ezra had some sort of understanding, Tyler personally didn't like the way he did certain things. Like making her eat. Of course, she needed to, but if she wasn't feeling it, Ty wouldn't force her, try to convince her, or make her feel bad for not wanting to eat. The boy gave a simple nod in response, not fully sure how to respond to the comment. He reached over the counter and grabbed out a couple of little creamer cups, tearing off the lids to pour into his coffee, nearly spilling one onto the counter when a thought occurred to him. "Dracu! Am uitat să-i spun mamei că am intrat în siguranță." Tyler began padding at his jean pockets to find his phone, starting with the back pockets where he normally held his phone, but instead found himself patting the back he'd previously stuffed in there with the two stuffed animals in it. How had he forgotten that..? The boy shook his head and reached into his front right pocket, pulling his phone out to quickly send his mother a text that he'd reached camp safely, muttering to himself the entire time in Romanian about how mindless and stupid he could be at times. Shaking his head, Tyler clicked his phone screen off and quickly slipped the device back where he'd pulled it from, turning his eyes on Erin once again as he pulled the small black plastic bag from his back pocket. "Oh, hey uh.. I got you somethin'. From Portland. I wanted to get you a book, but.. I wasn't really sure on which one you would have liked, so... I settled for these guys instead." Tyler gently held the small bag out to the girl before her, a hint of a smile playing over his lips. Staring into the otherwise empty sink; she couldn't help the small smirk that danced over her features as his muttering hit her ears. It was amusing- more so now that she was able to actually understand what he was saying. Mouth opening, a response already teetering on the tip of Erin's tongue; whatever words she'd been about to say, however, were lost the second she turned away from the sink to instead face him. Her dark eyes falling to instead rest on the bag held in his hands. ".. you... got me something..?" The dark pools of her eyes lifting up to meet with his; it only lasted a moment before her attention returned to the bag as she took it from him. Hesitant, though only a spell, before she was curiously reaching in, eventually pulling from it a stuffed toy. The black dragon ∞ staring back at her as she lifted it up, Erin could feel her heart melting. Gods... it was just so him. A small, gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips; it wasn't exactly clear if she was aware of her actions of not as she brought the dragon closer. Pressing the snout gently against the tip of her nose for a moment or two before tucking the toy between her elbow and body. Holding it there as she once again reached into the bag; her smile only growing as she took in the black cat∞, ".. oh, Ty... ii iubesc atat de mult... mulțumesc..." The boy watched as Erin took the stuffed animals out, trying to hold back the wide smile that was threatening to spread across his face at the view before him. Erin Chase. Being cutesy with a stuffed animal. He wouldn't believe it so had he not just seen it with his own two eyes. But it was just that though. Cute. He'd never tell a soul. "Of course, Er. I thought tha-" The moment all but came to a halt when Erin's 'thank you' truly hit the boy's ears, or rather that his mind took a moment longer to catch up with the rest of him as usual. All that the son of Hermes could manage to do was blink, frozen in place as he tried to reason with himself that he didn't, in fact, just hear Hades' daughter speak in his native tongue. No. I'm just tired. There's-.. there's no way I just heard that right. I'm... I'm hearing what I want to hear..?.. Yeah I- no. No way I heard that right. Just leave it alone and move on. Tyler pulled both of his hands up, firmly rubbing at his face as if trying to chase the sleep away before letting out a soft moan in protest. "I just might take a nap while Ez works on me. I think I'm more tired than I originally thought." The boy grabbed the mug from under the coffee machine and cradled it close to him with both hands, wandering over towards Erin with an offered half-grin. "You wanna walk back to my room to grab the muffins, or..?" ".. Let's walk." Empty bag having, at some point, made its way to the bench; Erin's attention was almost solely on the toys he'd gifted her. The little slip-up from before not even having registered in her mind as, lifting her free hand, she pressed the tip of her finger to the little black nose of the cat. Soft little crinkles reaching the corners of her eyes as her smile continued to grow over her usually stoic features; her eyes lingering a few moments longer on the toy before she lifted them to meet with his, ".. Last time I opened one of my shadow portals; Salem ran through it. Took me thirty minutes to get him away from your tanks... and an hour after that to get him out of your room..." As Erin had yet another cute moment with the stuffed toys that Tyler had bought her, the boy couldn't help but notice the new ink she had on her finger. Though her hand moved a bit too fast for him to truly see what it was, he made a mental note to ask her about it later as his train of thought was derailed by what she said next. This time it didn't take Tyler an extended time to register what she'd said in its entirety. What she openly admitted to sunk in immediately. The boy's lip curled up to show off a playful grin, raising a brow. "In my room, hm..? What was Salem doing in my-" It was then that Tyler noticed yet another thing that had slipped past him since they'd gotten together this morning - the hoodie that Erin was wearing was one of his. Tyler's mouth dropped open a bit more, attempting to say something witty, but all he could manage was to stare a few moments at the sight before him before he finally regained himself. "...I see you've been keeping my hoodie safe for me.. did Salem nab that when he got into my room while I was gone, lumina vietii mele..?" .. lumina vietii mele... The words hit her harder than a charging minotaur; and for a moment, Erin fumbled with the stuffed toy she held. The cat slipping from her fingers, it was a quick few moments of playing 'Will it or won't it' before, once again, she managed to hold it in her grasp. Her cheeks burning a deep, though very noticeable shade of red as both hands gripped around one of her two new favorite possessions. .. lumina vietii mele... - she knew what that meant. Destiny hadn't long ago taught her about terms of endearment, and while the words had sounded familiar at the time, it wasn't until now that Erin was putting together the pieces of just why they did. .. light of my life... Frozen. Erin's dark pools, though staring in the direction of the cat, weren't exactly focusing on anything. And it was after a beat or two of silence that the daughter of Hades was turning her head. The seam of her lips parting slightly as she returned her gaze to his, ".. h-huh..?" It wasn't completely unheard of. Her going into his room when he wasn't there. Though typically he knew about it, and it was always when she knew he would be heading to his room. The fact that Erin was frozen in place and bright red as if he'd just caught her doing something serious.. her reaction and the stuttering to follow in her response only caused the boy to laugh, shaking his head. "Huh?" he teased mockingly, unable to stop smiling as wide as he was. "You keep being a bad role model for your son, you're gonna have a serious problem on your hands, ma'am." He was speaking... she knew he was. Words were coming from his lips; passing through that rather smug boyish grin of his that she just absolutely adored, but for the life of her, she couldn't seem to comprehend what he was actually saying. It simply wasn't registering in her mind. .. holy Hades - talk about being the dumbest fucking smart person in camp... ".. uh... y-yeah... your right. We should, uhm... we should go..." Not actually sure she was anywhere close to answering whatever question had been asked, she nodded. Head bobbing, slowly, up and down; Erin was, however, clearly distracted as she simply agreed to the nonexistent statement. Her figure lingering- hesitating on the spot before, finally, she turned and walked back towards her room. Disappearing long enough to drop the toys off on her bed, and to pick up both her mobile and her smokes; she stowed them away in the front pocket of his hoodie. Her mind swirling with thoughts as she then headed to the front door of her cabin. ..now it was Tyler's turn to freeze. The boy's smile slowly faded away as he watched the girl before him turn and walk away from him like a robot, unsure of what exactly just happened. What was going on with her..? After what seemed like forever, Tyler finally started moving, though only just. Taking a few lengthy strides to reach the front door where he waited for Erin to return, sipping at his piping hot coffee quietly. When Erin returned, Tyler still hadn't come up with how to respond to what had just previously happened in the kitchen only minutes ago. Instead, the boy opened the door for Erin to step out of the cabin first, closing the door behind the both of them before heading off towards the Hermes cabin to grab their breakfast before they snuck into the Deimos cabin to wake their dear friend and personal tattoo artist from his slumber to fulfill their pending "therapy session". ________________________________________________________________________________

What is your Roman Empire..?

its more underappreciated then anything, but DAREDEVIL (from the tv show) is my kryptonite. I have recently gotten obsessed, but my problem is that i cant find ANYONE who likes it- probably because its been on the internet for a while, so its not new, but i find it so interesting and AWESOmE

@autumoon

The show was fantastic. And Matt's inclusion in No Way Home? Fuckin iconic!
Peter: "How did you do that??"
Matt: "I'm a good lawyer."
Peter:

What is your Roman Empire..?

<Snipped quote by Skwint>

Well no one truly knows what Jesus looked like, we can only guess. But anyway. The Catholic church commissioned Michael Angelo to paint Jesus, and the closest Michael had ever been to heaven was with his lover. So yeah. Jesus is a bottom.

@HaleyTheRandom

When the church hates gays but really they worship them without knowing 💀

a not fully formed idea about camp half-blood

Sounds interesting 👀

Post a random fact about yourself.

I give people too many chances. Even still, after all the heartache I've been through and the healing from these people I've done... I give people a billion chances thinking "they just need one more chance, they're not like them". And yet? I get proven wrong every goddamn time. And still have the audacity to believe/hope there's better out there. Be it in relationships, or even just in friendships...

The relationship that broke me in 2022 still haunts me and has forced me to believe that I'm here to love others but no one's out there that'll love me to the same degree that I would love them. And that's not me throwing a pity party or anything. I just... I'm tired of giving people 200% and only receiving 40% in return. At any given time. Bad days are a given, and I am a very understanding person... but to constantly only be giving 40%..? Why.. just why. Even with friendships, too. I've been taken advantage of by friends, especially during the questionable years for me when I was still figuring my sexuality out...

I tell myself that I don't want to make new friends, yet find myself doing the most when a new prospect for friendship arises...
I tell myself that I'm comfortable with the idea of never loving someone again... then find my golden retriever gf-ass remembering the high that I was on when I was in love with that girl in '22.

I just... really wanna cook for my person. Dote on them. Show them a love that they never thought could exist. Slow dance in the kitchen at 2 in the morning to our song.

I want friends who will be as devoted and loyal to me as I am to them. Who will be there for me, and rather than tell me "you can get through this", just tell it to me straight like "yeah this shit sucks" and be right there with me knee-deep in shit.. As Kevin Hart once said, "Your bullshit is my bullshit".

I'm just fuckin tired of getting played.

29 years ^{as of the 18th this month} of this shit, and I am TIRED.

♆ Divine Bloodlines: Immortal Bonds of Olympus ♆

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____________________________________________________________________________ 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 - 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 | ♆ | 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔 | ♆ | 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 - 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝚜𝚝 As cabin counselor, Lilith had had a busy day welcoming her siblings back to camp. Despite a hectic day of breaking up arguments, putting out accidental fires, making snacks, and helping drag in luggage, she couldn’t seem to fall asleep to save her life. The young woman had tossed and turned in bed for hours, arguing with herself in her head in order to fight the urge to sneak away to the Poseidon cabin. Lilith was more than sure that Greyson had had a long day himself, and she had kept him up on enough nights. The least she could do was let him get some sleep before the first official day of summer. She had tried distracting herself by reading, studying grimoires, and scratching Nala between the ears before eventually succumbing to her urges. Lilith glanced at the clock, only to be mildly disappointed as she realized it was nearly four in the morning. Silently packing her bag with snacks and other various supplies, the brunette moved as silently as she could through the Hecate cabin. Closing the door quietly behind her, Lil took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She had snuck over to see Greyson countless times, but that still didn’t stop her anxiety from rising as she walked across the camp courtyard. The fading silence of the night was a much better thing to dwell on rather than if she was going to get caught or not. The passing nights had grown warmer, but the faintest chill still hung in the air as the dew fell. She hoped that the familiar creaking of the Poseidon cabin's door wouldn’t awaken Keani. The smell of salt water greeted the young woman as she quietly made her way to her friend's bedroom. She wasn’t shocked to find the young man sound asleep. Dropping her bag at the foot of the bed, Lilith gently sat down beside him on the bed. ”Greyson,” she began, giving him a gentle shake. ”Greyson wake up.” With a sharp intake of breath, the boy pushed himself up on one elbow before turning his head to glance over his shoulder at the familiar figure sitting beside him in bed. A quick look at the clock on his bedside nightstand let the boy know it was just past four in the morning. Either she couldn’t sleep again, or by the power of the gods she was able to actually sleep for once and was somehow up early to rouse him from bed for his morning chores. He’d bet 10 drachmas on the former, though. Luckily for him, he had retired quite early in the night, as the day before had been a long one, and was quite well-rested. Taking only a moment or two to gather his bearings, Greyson pulled a balled-up fist to his eye, forcibly rubbing the sleep from it before turning over from his stomach to his back to properly, and officially, greet the daughter of Hecate. "G’morning Lily-Bird." Stretching himself out with a soft groan, the young man reached up above the backboard to turn on one of his bedside lamps, putting a dim light on the scene to better see her in. Greyson laid himself back down against his pillows before scooting over to give her a little more room, gently flipping the light sheet back, holding the arm closest to her out for her to come curl up with him if she so chose to, the other resting over his stomach. With a soft smile, the boy tilted his head at the daughter of Hecate before him, his deep blue eyes just as soft as his smile. As they always were when he was looking on at her. "What are you subjecting me to today, gorgeous..?" "’Mornin’ Greyvie," she responded with a small smile. Eternally grateful that he was a light sleeper, Lilith watched and waited patiently for Greyson to adjust himself before crawling into place beside him. The amount of times she had snuck into his bedroom had done nothing to stop the heat rising to her face at the sight of his bare chest. She silently hoped the dim light would hide that. Once she had settled in beside him, Lilith adjusted herself until she was comfortably lying with her head on Greyson’s chest. "Well," she sighed, trying to build what little suspense she could. "I got to thinking about it, and in all the years we’ve known each other - I don’t think I’ve ever shown you my favorite movie. So I was hoping maybe you’d want to watch it with me this morning?" A soft chuckle passed through the boy’s lips at the use of his nickname. It always made him laugh, or at the very least crack a smile. As she climbed into his arms he wrapped them around her in a warm embrace, his chin lightly resting atop her head while he traced slow patterns over her back. Against his bare chest, he could feel the faint lingering chill from her walk across the courtyard. A part of him was thankful that by the time he would be outside the sun would be out already. The mention of her favorite movie and the fact she wanted to share it with him caused the boy to smile a bit smugly to himself. He knew her favorite movie. Dirty Dancing. It had to have been over a year, maybe two since, but he’d once sat down and watched the movie himself on a night when he was up late and couldn’t sleep. It was something he’d never told her he’d done. Hence the smug little smile that played at the corner of his lips. He was grateful she couldn’t see it. "You know, luv, I believe you’re right. How could we have gone so long without you sharing a piece of yourself with me? It’s almost criminal." the boy teased her, chuckling softly before he pulled his head back to peer down at her. "Would you prefer to watch in here or out in the common area? And… are you hungry, at all? I could make some breakfast for us..? Or. Dinner, for you." ”How dare I,” she joked back, laughing along with him. Her expression looked like a kid caught in a candy store at his mention of making dinner. She knew that he wasn’t judging, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t judging herself. The thought of someone knowing her as well as Greyson did still made her uneasy. "We could just hang out in here if that’s okay? I’ve had enough human interaction to last me a lifetime," the brunette half-joked, already reaching for her bag. "And while I truthfully wouldn’t mind one of your world-class omelets, I brought snacks," she stated proudly, flopping her bag in her lap as she did so. Greyson couldn’t help but chuckle at the bag of snacks she brought with her. While Greyson grabbed his TV and firestick remotes and turned the devices on, he quickly glanced over at the time before craning his neck to speak directly at his his phone. ”Hey Siri,” waiting for the usual ’𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐’ sound that the phone was listening before he continued. "Text Killian." "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗? " "Hey Kills, the day may be completely wasted on me today. Promise I’ll make it up to you later, mate.” "𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, '𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎.' 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝?" "Send it." "𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚎." Though the boy knew his friend wouldn’t completely mind him slacking off on his portion of the morning stable chores and responsibilities, he still felt a bit bad for calling out on him. With Tyler already taking the morning off, they were already going to be short-handed. Once Lilith fell asleep, he would do his best to sneak off without waking her, hopefully in time to help out with some of the morning’s work. Greyson pulled up Hulu and quickly found his way to the movie she requested, gently pulling his arm out from behind her back before he sat up in his spot, turning his head to the side with his hand over his mouth as a deep yawn hit him. Shaking away the sleep, Greyson held out the remote for the firestick with a small smile. "Would you like to do the honors, luv?" As a person who never understood the appeal of Alexa or Siri, Lilith couldn’t deny the fact that the technology fascinated her on occasion. Listening as Greyson spoke to the device, her face fell ever so slightly while she focused on unbagging their snacks. She knew that his saying the day was wasted on him was just a play on words, but there was still guilt in the back of her mind from keeping him from doing his daily tasks and routines. At this point, she knew she was part of the routine, but that did nothing to keep her mind from trying to bring her down. With a spread of salted cashews, skittles, blueberry muffins, pretzels, peanut butter, and other various items spread out before her, Lilith returned his smile once more as she took the remote from him and clicked play. Already beginning to dig into the pretzels and peanut butter, she made it a solid minute into the movie before speaking again. "Most of this was filmed like ten minutes from my childhood home, ya know?" Greyson reached over to the pile of snacks Lilith had dumped out before the both of them, having spotted a few of his own favorites, he couldn’t help the soft grin that settled over his features. The young man made himself comfortable and settled in with a small bag of chocolate-covered cashews, watching the movie while occasionally taking a glance over at the girl beside him. The way her eyes hardly left the screen, soaking up every scene that played over it like she was watching it all again for the first time. It was adorable how invested she was. Granted, it was her favorite movie, after all. Still, it was the cause for Grey’s smile never completely fading away as they sat enjoying the film. "Was it, now? Is that part of where your love for the film comes from?" "It’s part of it," she chuckled, now picking away at one of the muffins. They had now arrived at the scene where Baby officially meets the other main character Johnny. The music playing on the TV would allow them the perfect opportunity to talk at points throughout the movie such as these. "Mom was already obsessed with the movie. She watched it all the time, every time she went through something. Didn’t matter if she was happy or sad, this movie was playing. Plus when I was growing up, Gramps didn’t like to watch most of the kids' shows, so they’d put this on for me instead. I wanted to be Jennifer Grey so badly. Actually, I wanted to be Baby," Lilith explained. "The dancing is just captivating, the soundtrack is top tier, and I know the plot is a little flimsy, but I really do think it’s an awesome movie." Greyson simply nodded in reply, a slight smirk playing over his lips, continuing to watch the movie with her as more dialogue picked back up, waiting till there was another scene with music playing to speak up once more. "I can only imagine how taken young girls were with it when it first came out.” Greyson let a moment of silence hang between them before he spoke again. "This for you is kind of like myself and a 1992 film known as 'The Long Day Closes'. It was a favorite of mine growing up. I used to love watching it after primary school studies were over for the day. A way to decompress, if you will. The film is more or less a coming-of-age story, and.. well, the director Terence Davies, is where I got my faux surname from." Any mention of Greyson's past instantly caught Lil’s unwavering attention. While her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen, the only thing she was actually interested in was what he had to say. They had spent years being friends but Greyson's childhood was still somewhat of a mystery. She had never pushed him for details, but gods knew how excited she was to learn anything and everything she could. ”Maybe we could watch it one day,” she half-stated, half-asked in a wishful tone. Greyson smiled a bit at her hopeful comment, nodding simply to her as more dialogue started up again, eyes trained on the screen. Having watched this before, he was starting to pick up on more throughout each scene that played. A luxury, of course, of rewatching any film. You got to notice all the small details you didn’t see through the first run while your attention was focused simply on keeping up with the storyline. Having finished the small bag of chocolate cashews he’d been snacking on the last several minutes, leaning over to set the empty bag on the nightstand to throw away later before sitting back down. Grey grabbed up one of the pillows behind him and tossed it out in front of him, shifting in his spot till he was on his knees, slowly dropping down onto his stomach with his pillow balled up in his arms, head resting over it gently. Gathering the snacks and putting them back into her bag, Lilith sat the bounty at the foot of the bed - a silent sign that Greyson could help himself to whatever else he wanted. "This scene was shot on Boys Camp Road," she continued to begin explaining again as Jennifer Grey danced across the screen. Sleep was creeping up on her faster than Lil would have liked to admit, and rambling on was her way of combating against it. Grabbing the pillow behind her, Lilith followed suit and laid down on her stomach beside Greyson. "The bridge is still there, but definitely out of order. You can see pieces of the stairs and where they were, but tourists and locals broke them apart for keepsakes. My mom has a piece on the mantel back home." Greyson had been about to speak up against the tourists that broke bits of the stairs off for keepsakes until Lilith mentioned her mother also had one, ultimately deciding to keep his comment to himself with a bit of a smirk. The young man simply nodded. Turning his attention over to the girl beside her, he couldn’t help but smile as he reached over to gently tuck a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. Tucking his arm back under the pillow beneath his chest, he rested his head over the pillow while still looking at her, speaking up in his usual soft tone. "How are you feeling, luv? Think you’ll pull through, or.. perhaps your eyes are growing heavier..?" The son of Poseidon chuckled lightly, about to add on to his questions when he felt something cold and wet nudging his shoulder. He didn’t have to turn for him to know it was a sleepy Gelert wanting in on the attention. Without pulling his gaze from Lily’s as he waited for her reply, he slipped his arm from beneath him to reach down at the edge of the bed to start rubbing the ear of the great big beast that had been lying quietly on the floor long before Lilith had arrived. It was one of his preferred spots, at least when Lily was over. Greyson had a pretty decent-sized bed, but there was no way two young adults and a wolfhound could all fit comfortably up on the mattress together. Leaning into his hand for a brief moment, the young woman shook her head in protest. "I’m fine," Lilith stated, trying to convince both Greyson and herself. In all honesty, she was getting ready to pass out at any second. A small part of her felt selfish for waking him up for next to nothing, only for herself to fall asleep. But no matter how much Lilith reasoned or forced it down, her anxieties still got the best of her. Meeting his gaze she asked, "I know we’ve done this for years, but… I haven’t been annoying, have I? Seems like I’ve woken you up every day for the last month and I just… don’t want to make things difficult for you in any way." Sneaking into an unassigned cabin, or having guests after hours was strictly against camp rules. Both of them were cabin counselors, and no matter how careful each of them were, people around Camp Half-blood didn’t know how to mind their own business. Lilith also wondered if Greyson’s friends teased him more about their relationship as they had gotten older, just as her own friends did her. Or worse - what if Greyson’s royal side of the family had gotten confirmation he was fooling around with a wacky Native witch? It was in the earliest hours of the morning that her brain was the cruelest, and being exhausted didn’t help that fact. Greyson watched her with a slight smirk as the lie slipped between her lips. She may have had herself fooled, but she wasn’t about to fool him. Not with the way her eyelids had grown heavy, blinking practically in slow motion as her rich brown eyes held his deep blues. Though the next words that came from her mouth caused the son of Poseidon’s smile to fade ever so slightly. Normally he’d have been quick to offer a response, but as he let the silence hang between them a moment or two, he could already see the metaphorical hamster wheel spinning at top speeds as he could almost literally see her overactive mind working against her. Greyson wasn’t sure that anything he could say in that moment would quiet the “demons”, so instead the young man scooted closer just a bit to close the distance between them, craning his neck to lean in, pressing his lips gently to hers just as his free hand cupped her cheek tenderly. After a couple of soft kisses shared between the two, Grey pulled back just enough so that he could see her again, his hand still cupping her face as he spoke softly to her. ”Lilith Jade Montgomery. You don’t make anything difficult, luv. The only ones who make things difficult for me are the Ares boys and my sister. 4 AM is usually the time I wake up when out on tour, anyway. It’s really no trouble at all. I enjoy our mornings.. I mean, honestly, how can one be mad when there’s a whole load of snacks being offered in return for being woken up an hour early?” Greyson chuckled softly, flashing her a playful grin. In those few moments of silence, Lilith couldn’t keep her heart from sinking. She was the world's worst superhero, gifted with the ability to kill the vibe in a split second, and she silently hoped that her ‘gift’ hadn’t done just that. Greyson had become accustomed to reassuring her about certain things over the years, but even still - Taken by surprise, the thoughts in her head were drowned out by the fact that Grey was kissing her. While the pair had never really held affection from one another, Lilith often forgot that this was an option. Caught up in the feeling of everything, it was the use of her full government name that brought her back down to earth. She would have laughed if not for the seriousness in his voice. Reaching up to hold his hand she murmured a quick ”thank you” before resituating herself so that she was laying perfectly beside him, his arm over her waist. "I’ll keep bringing snacks for as long as you’d like," the brunette added, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Greyson smirked a little at her reply, his thumb gently brushing across the fabric of her shirt as he rested his head on the pillow and lay with her quietly. All except for the movie still going on in the background, that is. Tearing his eyes away from hers for a moment, he looked up at the screen, trying to calculate how much longer the movie had before it reached its end. There was still quite a bit of time left. Turning back to meet her gaze, the young man couldn’t help but reflect the small smile she had. "We can rewatch the movie another time when you’re more awake to finish it.. You should try getting some rest, luv. S’a big day today." ”Fine, fine,” she half yawned. ”But only because you peer pressured me.” Lil continued to let the movie play in the background, her eyes slowly starting to close as she drew circles on his hand with her finger. She tried to continue explaining things about the movie here and there, but they came out borderline incoherent. In the end, it didn’t take her much time to fall asleep at all. ____________________________________________________________________________