Amelia covered her mouth with her mitten-covered hands, trying to contain her laugh. Wynn was so clumsy. He never seemed to be paying attention to where he was going. Feet padding through the snow, she made her way over to the two, smiling, but holding back her laughter. Her lips were tinted a soft blue by now. She really should warm up inside but the snow was too compelling. "You should really watch where you're going Wynn. It's a miracle that you haven't gotten hurt in the forges. Actually, don't answer on that. I don't want to know what you've done to yourself in there." Amelia paused. She just realized she's never realized who match Wynn up with. Who would he be compatible with? There was a small tug in her chest as she imagined him with anyone else here. She ignored it.
Name: Adin Reeves
Age: 16
Gender: male
Sexuality: who kNoWs not even Adin.
Godly Parent: hermes
Weapon(s): okay so you know the hook blade from assassins creed and the normal pop out hidden blade? he had one of demigods in the forgery make it for him.
Powers (if any): clauditiskinesis, lock intuition, enhanced speed, enhanced theft abilities.
Apearance: 5'8 peach skin with curly dirty blonde short hair, slash mark on his anklewith a scratched patch of skin that is rough due to him scrapping it badly. Amber eyes.
Personality: He's pretty chill and laid back, geeky, usually calm unless you get him talking on something he loves, mischevious, cares for everyone, loves to mess with people, he's pretty curious which might not be so good "curiousty killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back." doesn't make me friends since the saytr that died protecting him.
Short Backstory: He lived with his mom for a while, occasionally taking visits to go see his grandfather in new york city who would always ramble about how good his lock picking skills were. they just came natural to him, or how he was super good at volleyball because he was incredibly fast. one day during a volleyball meet up, it was crashed by and I mean literally crashed through rough by a chrimera, He made back to camp but the saytr that had showed him the way was killed by the chrimera.
The wintertime was when Dove’s differences from the rest of her siblings really showed. She enjoyed this season, the heat of the sun and annoying bugs of the summer forgotten. But her siblings all thought winter was a miserable season, which she didn’t really understand. Another thing, something that she had difficulty admitting, was that the constant burning sun was a reminder of her godly father, all the weird feelings she still had to work out about him. She didn’t have to think about it when the sky was too busy making snow, which was a relief.
She and Ash sat on the doorstep of the Apollo cabin, casually chatting and watching the snow drift to the ground. The previous year, she had gone back to her grandmother’s house for the holidays, but this year she decided to stay at camp. Ever since she had discovered she was a half-blood she had grown distant with her grandmother, and now it was almost painful. She could never be the granddaughter she wanted her to be, and going back would and seeing her would just be a reminder of that.
Her eyes drifted as her conversation with Ash fell into silence, and she noticed Wendi wandering back to her cabin. Concern made her rise to her feet.
“I’ll be back,” she told Ash, and raced after her friend.
Ashby smiled as both people waved back, and then yelped a but when they tripped. Thankfully, they didn't fall into the snow, because they didn't really have any more winter clothes if this one got wet. They looked behind them surprised. It was a pretty open field, so if this person knocked into them, they must have been very distracted. "Ah, sorry" they said, even though it definitely wasn't their fault. They didn't want to start a problem, especially with what looked to be a Hephaestus kid. They were smart, but very brawny. They stepped out of the way and kept walking to the mess hall. Doing this though, they fulfilled exactly what they didn't want to do. They felt their foot catch on something in the snow. A rock. Damned Hermes cabin. They felt themself fall into the soft, and yet, very wet snow, and immediately, every layer of clothes they had on was soaked in freezing water.
He chuckled softly, "No, it's my fault I was distracted…by something, or… someone."
He turned to see the exact person he had been distracted by getting up and coming towards him and laughing, man he loved the sound of her laughter, it was rich and soothing on the ears.
He shook his head, he knew he wouldn't be with her, but he couldn't help but think about how lucky whoever she was paired with would be. Would they even realize how lucky they got? He didn't know, bit he was gonna not like the moment she found someone. He would be happy for her of course, but it would still be hard.
Her smile was also beautiful.
"Yeahhhhh that's probably for the best." He chuckled as he made his way over to her before seeing her lips tinted blue. "Amelia? Your lips are slightly blue, I think you have been outside too long." He put a hand to her forehead to check for a fever just in case.
Adin was making his way to the food hall, he bad on a long sleeved jacket with the sleeves rolled up over a shirt and some shorts on with some pants underneath the shorts, that were thinner kinda like tights, he wasn't exactly a fan of the cold weather but any weather was good weather for pulling pranks and messing with people, he chuckled slightly as he saw someone stumble over some snow and fall face first.
He moved over to them and crouched down, offering his hand to help them up. "Hey, you need a hand?"
Amelia swatted his hand away gently. "I'm fine. I'm not coming down with a fever if that's what you're thinking. I should probably just go inside for a bit to warm up." She nodded her head towards the mess hall, expecting him to follow. There was a furnace running in the middle of the mess hall, to keep it warm and to allow any campers like Amelia, who had stayed out too long, to get toasty warm. She took a see on a bench nearby it and started shedding some of her layers.
"I like the cold a little too much. I love the snow. Sometimes I get a little distracted and I stay out too long. It's an annual occurrence at this point." She huffed a small laugh then held up her now bare hands to the furnace to try to warm them. It was then she began to notice how cold she truly was and started shivering.
Wendi spotted Dove coming after her and proceeded to walk faster. She hadn't expected Dove to still be at camp given she normally left for the holidays. And she especially didn't want to talk to Dove at this moment. Dove would probably want Qendi to talk about her feelings and that was the last thing Wendi wanted to do at that very moment. As soon as she realized that what was once a brisk walk turned into a light jog. Not fast enough to be suspicious, but hopefully fast enough to get away from Dove.
He did indeed follow after her as she walked in, listening to her talk. He moved to sit next to her Infront of the furnace, putting his hands up to it as well, even though he had no layers to shed. It was wonder he hadn't frozen over with him being in just a t-shirt and sweat pants.
He chuckled slightly as she talked about liking the cold,
"I suppose it is a welcome difference to the normal summer weather. I don't know if I like winter completely though I can see it's not all bad."
He once again, felt the emptyness from missing his family. Though he just kept a smile up, even if it didn't reach his eyes completely.
"What are you going walking around here with no clothes on? You're not even wearing a jacket! It's too cold to only be wearing a shirt. And knowing you the thread count is horrible and it's a thin layer of cotton." Amelia shook her head. While she enjoyed winter, she would never go out in so few layers. She knew how to bundle up and look cute doing it. Once her hands had warmed, she scooted back slightly.
"I'm excited for the holidays. There won't be so many people here. Less crowded. Nice for once. And more food for us." She smiled. "I'm glad my dad hasn't called me home. Though he hasn't done that in a couple of years. It always feels so weird, formal. Kinda like he's treating my like a client and not his daughter. Oh well, camp has always been more of a home to me than he ever will."
He chuckled listening to her get frustrated at him, just talking in an upset manor at his choice of clothing, he hadn't even let out a shiver yet.
"Well let's just say being in the forge all the time, i tend to get over heated rather then chilling cold. I can walk around and still feel somewhat warm outside Bec of my body's irregular tempture shifts."
He spoke as he looked at heart before turning to smile at her.
"Im glad that you and your dad at least still have a somewhat good relationship, you should make sure to keep that. Maybe even try and get closer. I don't mean to be pushy though." You might not know how much longer he has left he looked back at the hearth good job, that totally didn't down play the mood at all.
Amelia huffed. "We don't really have a relationship at all. I have more memories with my nanny than of my father. He's a busy businessman. Comes with the territory I guess. It's alright though. I've known for a very long time we would never be a close family. He's not a family man. We're just…not meant to be a family."
She shrugged. She would be lying if she died lining for a father/daughter relationship. But her father wasn't capable of it. He had his own life and she didn't belong in it. That was fine. He didn't belong in her life either.
"What about you? WHy are you still here? Do you have family to go home too?"
Ashby simply groaned on the ground when they heard the voice above them. As they got up and wiped the snow off their clothes, they looked up at the boy. A son of Hermes. "Thank you, I'm fine though" they began, but then looked down at their sopping wet clothes "Actually, do you mind taking me to the infirmary to get new clothes? These are a little…. soaked" They smiled awkwardly at the stranger. Maybe they'd finally make a friend at camp for once.
"Oh, yikes, I'm sorry to hear that." He put a hand on his neck while she talked about how bad the relationship was and how it wouldn't ever be fixable.
He'd like to have a few….words with that dad of hers.
He quickly moved to look away at the mention of his family, even though he had been thinking about them a lot recently he really didn't like talking about what happened to them.
"I don't have a family to go back to."
Was all he said, if she asked questions he would answer them sure, but he wouldn't just go on to say what happened to them without someone actually wanting to know.
He let out a soft sigh, looking down ah his hands.
He chuckled slightly, "I don't mind at all cherry hair." He grinned at them, waiting for them to start walking so they could start walking to the infirmary.
"so cherry hair, i know I have seen you around and everything but by the gods I can't seem to remember what your cabin is. Would you mind filling in the brain gaps?" He spoke as he talked, having a grin on his face the entire time.
Wendi spotted Dove coming after her and proceeded to walk faster. She hadn't expected Dove to still be at camp given she normally left for the holidays. And she especially didn't want to talk to Dove at this moment. Dove would probably want Qendi to talk about her feelings and that was the last thing Wendi wanted to do at that very moment. As soon as she realized that what was once a brisk walk turned into a light jog. Not fast enough to be suspicious, but hopefully fast enough to get away from Dove.
The moment she saw Wendi quicken her pace, she stopped in her tracks. Dove knew when someone was avoiding her when she saw it. “Oh…” she breathed. Don’t take it personally, don’t take it personally… it’s probably not my fault, right? I didn’t do anything wrong, right?
But despite how hard she tried, it didn’t stop the pain from creeping into her heart. She shook herself. Best to give her friend some space.
She wandered back over to Ash, who looked at her with an inquisitive stare. She waved him off and said, “We should go eat.” Ash stood on his furry hooves, and they walked to the mess hall, Dove becoming lost in thought.
"Don't feel bad about it. It is what it is. Besides, I've found my family here. I'm happy here." Amelia bumped his shoulder, a smile returning to her lips. But it didn't stay long, hearing him talk.
"I'm sorry Wynn. Would you like to talk about it?" She asked. She wouldn't push him if he was uncomfortable and didn't want to talk about it. But if he wanted to talk, she would listen. He was her friend. She wanted to be there for him.
He sighed running a hand through his hair as she bumped his shoulder, he turned towards her an offered her a half smile, just glad that she was good with staying here.
"well it's just ..it's another year of reminders of my parents being gone, another year without them here and us not celebrating together."
He put his hands together and just fidgeted with them.
"we always celebrated together.." he muttered, looking down at his hands. He moved to look anywhere else then her face because he didn't want to see her expression. He knew he shot the mood down, and he felt bad about it. He turned to see someone else entering the mess hall, seeming down.
"do you …know that girl?"
He chuckled slightly, "I don't mind at all cherry hair." He grinned at them, waiting for them to start walking so they could start walking to the infirmary.
"so cherry hair, i know I have seen you around and everything but by the gods I can't seem to remember what your cabin is. Would you mind filling in the brain gaps?" He spoke as he talked, having a grin on his face the entire time.
Ashby smiled a bit Cherry hair? they thought A nickname? We haven't even met they shook their head "Thank you. and uh, Dionysus." they answered, straight to the point. "Mr.D's my divine parent. You?" They asked as they began to walk towards the infirmary, turning away from the mess hall. Still dripping wet, their short shivers became shudders, and shortly, they began to sneeze, nose almost as red as their hair. They had to wipe their nose a lot too, as snot began to drip down their face "Sorry…" they apologized to "This is probably a sort of gross spectacle to behold"
He sighed running a hand through his hair as she bumped his shoulder, he turned towards her an offered her a half smile, just glad that she was good with staying here.
"well it's just ..it's another year of reminders of my parents being gone, another year without them here and us not celebrating together."
He put his hands together and just fidgeted with them.
"we always celebrated together.." he muttered, looking down at his hands. He moved to look anywhere else then her face because he didn't want to see her expression. He knew he shot the mood down, and he felt bad about it. He turned to see someone else entering the mess hall, seeming down.
"do you …know that girl?"
Amelia's chest tighten and she felt bad for even asking in the first place. He was grieving. She shouldn't be reminding him of what he lost. "I'm so sorry Wynn. I can't even begin to imagine. If you ever want to talk, I'm here."
She hoped her words would bring comfort but there wasn't much she felt like she could offer other than a shoulder to lean on. After a moment of thinking, she took his hands into hers and gripped them. "You have me to celebrate with. And we'll honor them, pay them tribute. They raised a wonderful boy."
Amelia turned her head to look at who was walking in. "I believe that's Dove. I don't know much about her though."
Wendi had gotten back to her cabin and let out a long sigh of relief. She knew she would be heading over to the mess hall soon, but she just needed a moment to herself. After sitting on her bed for a few moments she eventually mustered up the energy to go back out and to the mess hall. She got up and began walking back the way she came. To most, her little trip to the cabin would seem pointless, but she felt a lot better there than she did around the rest of camp. She needed all the strength she could get if she wanted to make it through another dinner. With that she left the cabin and headed over to the mess hall hoping to have delayed enough to not catch anyone she knew while also not being ostracized for showing up late.
Dove glanced around, then lead Ash to the far end of the Apollo table, taking off her coat and tying it around her waist. Ash tried to reason with her all the while.
“I’m sure she’s just busy or something, right?” he said, rubbing at his temple.
“No, I saw the look she had on her face. She didn’t want to be bothered. She…” Dove stopped herself from saying her thoughts aloud. She sighed, asking her drink to fill with sweet tea. The liquid seemed to fill her cup out of nowhere, and Dove reached over to grab some food while Ash started nibbling on a napkin.
“Dove, I think your mood is making me have a headache,” he said after a moment, rubbing his temple again.
She paused in her eating, putting a hand over her mouth. “Oh no, I’m sorry. But… that’s not making me feel any better.”
“Fair.” He gave her an apologetic look. The satyr leaned over and gave her a side hug. “Is this better?”
She nodded, hugging him back before letting go to eat.
Ashby smiled a bit Cherry hair? they thought A nickname? We haven't even met they shook their head "Thank you. and uh, Dionysus." they answered, straight to the point. "Mr.D's my divine parent. You?" They asked as they began to walk towards the infirmary, turning away from the mess hall. Still dripping wet, their short shivers became shudders, and shortly, they began to sneeze, nose almost as red as their hair. They had to wipe their nose a lot too, as snot began to drip down their face "Sorry…" they apologized to "This is probably a sort of gross spectacle to behold"
"Thee Mr D? Wow, I almost feel bad for you." He chuckled slightly, grinning at her.
"My godly parent? Hermes, of course. Who else?" He joked, elbowing her slightly.
He walked with her to the infirmary, he took off his coat, and moved to hold it out to her.
"here, you look like you need it." He offers it out to her, and moved to put it around her shoulders, "But don't take it like some special favor ya hear? I just thought you could use it more then me, And that's saying something since I get cold easily."
He looked away as they walked, he shrugged.
"Not really, I don't care. I would rather you not be sick though, for your health."
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