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Andy heard the rustling in the trees behind her long before footsteps approaching. She was so exasperated by everything that she didnât care what it was. Camper? Friend? Foe?... Hades? It didnât matter at that point. Andy didnât look over to the source of the footsteps until the person sat down beside her. She didnât know who to expect. A pissed of Mason ready to argue with her for leaving without a word? Trinity? Maybe Ajax trying to apologize to her again for the⊠Sheâs lost track how many times heâs apologized to her since theyâve been together.
But no⊠It was Emery. Andy pulled the ice pack from her face and slowly sat up. She gave the girl her best smile, but she knew it wasnât very convincing.
"Can I help with your nose, or would you rather be left alone?" Emery asked as she looked out over the lake. "Looks like you got yourself a hell of a beating."
Andyâs brows furrowed, taking her a moment to remember that Athena children could heal. She smiled, letting her hands, holding the ice pack fall into her lap. "Yeah," she chuckled weakly. "Had a run in with Sylas during the game. Just a nice little souvenir." She motioned to her nose as she talked. It wasnât a comfortable wound, but Andy was never one overly worried about her appearance.
"If you donât mind⊠I would greatly appreciate it. I donât know how I would be able to repay you." Andy ran her finger along the ice pack. After a moment or two she made it vanish under her touch. "I could conjure something for you⊠Anything you want." She smiled softly as she brushed loose brunette hairs behind her ear. "Or, ya know, bore you with boring conversation about stuff you probably donât care about. Sadly Iâm not as entertaining as I used to be." Andy laughed, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
Andy heard the rustling in the trees behind her long before footsteps approaching. She was so exasperated by everything that she didnât care what it was. Camper? Friend? Foe?... Hades? It didnât matter at that point. Andy didnât look over to the source of the footsteps until the person sat down beside her. She didnât know who to expect. A pissed of Mason ready to argue with her for leaving without a word? Trinity? Maybe Ajax trying to apologize to her again for the⊠Sheâs lost track how many times heâs apologized to her since theyâve been together.
But no⊠It was Emery. Andy pulled the ice pack from her face and slowly sat up. She gave the girl her best smile, but she knew it wasnât very convincing.
"Can I help with your nose, or would you rather be left alone?" Emery asked as she looked out over the lake. "Looks like you got yourself a hell of a beating."
Andyâs brows furrowed, taking her a moment to remember that Athena children could heal. She smiled, letting her hands, holding the ice pack fall into her lap. "Yeah," she chuckled weakly. "Had a run in with Sylas during the game. Just a nice little souvenir." She motioned to her nose as she talked. It wasnât a comfortable wound, but Andy was never one overly worried about her appearance.
"If you donât mind⊠I would greatly appreciate it. I donât know how I would be able to repay you." Andy ran her finger along the ice pack. After a moment or two she made it vanish under her touch. "I could conjure something for you⊠Anything you want." She smiled softly as she brushed loose brunette hairs behind her ear. "Or, ya know, bore you with boring conversation about stuff you probably donât care about. Sadly Iâm not as entertaining as I used to be." Andy laughed, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
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[color= #68838b]"Yeah, Sylas seems like he might like a good scuffle,"[/color] said before he opened the door to his cabin and motioned her inside.
Sloane slowly entered the cabin, but quickly moved aside as Ji-hyun began to run around and clean his room bed he could. She couldnât help but chuckle slightly. She didnât care how clean or messy it was. Honestly, it was the first cabin sheâs been in aside from her own. It wasnât like people were lining up to befriend the awkward weird girl who could probably make them all go crazy.
"Sorry, just a moment," Ji-hyun said as he continued to rush around, clearing a chair and gathering things together best he could.
"Itâs ok," Sloane said as she looked around the room. Instead of focusing on the mess she took in his way of life. The little bits of decoration, the places he seemed to enjoy the most⊠Of course, the bed, which was no surprise, considering his parentage. Even in the clutter it felt far more welcoming and warm than her own cabin. But one major thing was different⊠No Sylas. She couldnât help but be envious of that fact.
Ji-hyun turned the now cleared chair around and offered it to her as he spoke. "If I'd known someone was coming in I would have tidied up this morning." He went to take a seat on the bed but quickly stood back up. "Um, yes. I have a first aid kit in the cabinet."
Ji-hyun went to grab it before Sloane could offer to retrieve it herself. She gave a slight smile as she reached out and took the kit from him, then motioned for him to take a seat on the bed opposite her. "You didnât need to pick up for me. This is your home now, Iâm just a guest," Sloane said as she opened the first aid kit and began to rummage through itâs contents for what she needed.
Sloane paused, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. "Umm⊠It might be better to do this in the bathroom." She closed the box and moved to her feet. Sloane didnât wait for him to agree or disagree. Instead she gently took his non-injured hand and led him to his bathroom. She put down the toilet lid, then gently motioned for him to sit down.
She set the first aid kit down on the counter and began to pull out the things sheâd need: alcohol, gauze, ointment, needle, thread, tape. Sloane made sure her hair was out of her face before she gently took Ji-hyunâs wounded hand. "It looks worse than it is," she said as she turned on tepid water and carefully guided his blood covered hand beneath it. She was careful to be gentle as she wiped his skin clean, avoiding putting the wound directly under the water source.
Sloane turned off the water and grabbed the alcohol. "This part wonât be pleasant⊠Iâm sorry," she said sheepishly as she removed the cap then took hold of his hand again. She waited for his ok, then poured the alcohol over the wound. Sloane could only imagine how much it burned but she knew an injury this deep had to be flushed to avoid infection. Ji-hyun would be thankful for it later.
Once it was clean, Sloane kneeled on the ground before him. She took a towel and dried his hand as gently as she could manage. She leaned in closer to assess the wound, trying to gauge how deeply he was cut. "I think⊠You may need a couple stitches. Three, maybe five. But it looks pretty deep."
Sloane made quick work of stitching him up, trying to make the discomfort pass as swiftly as possible. She then held his hand in her left, while her right gently rubbed ointment along the cut. And finally, she wrapped his hand so that no new bacteria or anything else could get into it. "I donât know if itâs the prettiest mending⊠But itâs better than being forced to stay in the med hut overnight for a little cut." Sloane smiled up a him slightly before she stood back up and began to clean up after herself.
[color= #68838b]"Yeah, Sylas seems like he might like a good scuffle,"[/color] said before he opened the door to his cabin and motioned her inside.
Sloane slowly entered the cabin, but quickly moved aside as Ji-hyun began to run around and clean his room bed he could. She couldnât help but chuckle slightly. She didnât care how clean or messy it was. Honestly, it was the first cabin sheâs been in aside from her own. It wasnât like people were lining up to befriend the awkward weird girl who could probably make them all go crazy.
"Sorry, just a moment," Ji-hyun said as he continued to rush around, clearing a chair and gathering things together best he could.
"Itâs ok," Sloane said as she looked around the room. Instead of focusing on the mess she took in his way of life. The little bits of decoration, the places he seemed to enjoy the most⊠Of course, the bed, which was no surprise, considering his parentage. Even in the clutter it felt far more welcoming and warm than her own cabin. But one major thing was different⊠No Sylas. She couldnât help but be envious of that fact.
Ji-hyun turned the now cleared chair around and offered it to her as he spoke. "If I'd known someone was coming in I would have tidied up this morning." He went to take a seat on the bed but quickly stood back up. "Um, yes. I have a first aid kit in the cabinet."
Ji-hyun went to grab it before Sloane could offer to retrieve it herself. She gave a slight smile as she reached out and took the kit from him, then motioned for him to take a seat on the bed opposite her. "You didnât need to pick up for me. This is your home now, Iâm just a guest," Sloane said as she opened the first aid kit and began to rummage through itâs contents for what she needed.
Sloane paused, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. "Umm⊠It might be better to do this in the bathroom." She closed the box and moved to her feet. Sloane didnât wait for him to agree or disagree. Instead she gently took his non-injured hand and led him to his bathroom. She put down the toilet lid, then gently motioned for him to sit down.
She set the first aid kit down on the counter and began to pull out the things sheâd need: alcohol, gauze, ointment, needle, thread, tape. Sloane made sure her hair was out of her face before she gently took Ji-hyunâs wounded hand. "It looks worse than it is," she said as she turned on tepid water and carefully guided his blood covered hand beneath it. She was careful to be gentle as she wiped his skin clean, avoiding putting the wound directly under the water source.
Sloane turned off the water and grabbed the alcohol. "This part wonât be pleasant⊠Iâm sorry," she said sheepishly as she removed the cap then took hold of his hand again. She waited for his ok, then poured the alcohol over the wound. Sloane could only imagine how much it burned but she knew an injury this deep had to be flushed to avoid infection. Ji-hyun would be thankful for it later.
Once it was clean, Sloane kneeled on the ground before him. She took a towel and dried his hand as gently as she could manage. She leaned in closer to assess the wound, trying to gauge how deeply he was cut. "I think⊠You may need a couple stitches. Three, maybe five. But it looks pretty deep."
Sloane made quick work of stitching him up, trying to make the discomfort pass as swiftly as possible. She then held his hand in her left, while her right gently rubbed ointment along the cut. And finally, she wrapped his hand so that no new bacteria or anything else could get into it. "I donât know if itâs the prettiest mending⊠But itâs better than being forced to stay in the med hut overnight for a little cut." Sloane smiled up a him slightly before she stood back up and began to clean up after herself.
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âI mean I could, but thatâs not very fun, or effective,â Trinity said with a slight smile. Wes saw through it though. They both knew the truth⊠That no matter how much she begged him to be careful and to think of himself, he couldnât. Not when she was more important than himself. Of course, sheâd disagree. But that was what relationships were like right? Although relationship was a loose term⊠Wes was committed to Trinity, but they never put a label on what they were. He didnât want to pressure her and he was content waiting. But in his eyes, heâd do anything for her⊠And dying for her fell under that category. He was almost certain she knew that he was that type of person and unfortunately, no matter how much she persisted, his nature wouldnât change.
He smiled contently as they sat there, letting his eyes close when her fingers first ran through his hair. But Wesâ eyes quickly shot open when she gave his hair a tug rather than affectionately playing with his hair. He raised his head to look over at her with furrowed brows only to be met by a sly grin and a pat on his head. Wes rolled his eyes slightly and was about to rest his head against her shoulder, but before he could Trinity broke the silence.
âNow, before you rudely interrupted, tell me how the lover responds to love then. Fair enough, you're not textbook definition of a fighter, but say some girls were sexy and charming and they wanted a piece of Wesley Preston, do you feed their appetite?â
Wesâ brows furrowed as he sighed, adjusting how he was sitting so that he could look at her. It seemed just enjoying each otherâs company wasnât on the menu. âYou donât like silence very much, do you?â he teased. âWellâŠâ he started, trying to think of his answer. He had never been asked something like that before. âBefore camp⊠Before you, I would have went with them.â His gaze drifted off, focusing on some insignificant piece of dirt rather than look at her. âI wasnât a good person before camp, not to say Iâm much better now⊠But your assumptions of the type of person I was⊠They arenât wrong.â
It wasnât easy admitting to the girl he cared for the kind of person he was. Wes could tell she was trying to see how he used to be, maybe to see if he wasnât like the stereotype of Aphrodite kids⊠But the truth was⊠he was. Womanizer was an adequate term. He didnât know the number of women and honestly, Wes didnât want to sit down and figure it out. Since heâs been at camp heâs changed, tried to be a better person and thinking back on how he used to be only filled him with disgust⊠for himself.
Wes could see Trinityâs wheels turning before she asked another question. âSo...so, erhm, who becomes insatiable in that case, when they sleep together? Is it Aphrodite or... the people?â
âI uhâŠâ Wes struggled for words, clenching his jaw slightly as he thought. âIt depends on the people. I donât think I can give a clear answer. Some people are like vampires when it comes to their lust⊠I donât think it has to do with a connection to Aphrodite, but personal appetite.â
Trinity sat there silent for a while, but out of the corner of his eye Wes could see the thoughts and questions all over his face. Her expression made his stomach turn and not while his gaze diverted. Her arm tightened around his neck, causing his breath to catch for a brief moment before he looked over at her. âCan you tell me about - â
Then the sound of Andyâs cabin door closing followed by Mason walking off without a word caught his attention. Wes didnât know if he was thankful for the interruption as he felt the tension leave him⊠Or angered by it. Deep down Wes knew these questions and the conversation was inevitable. Maybe it would be good to get it out of the way sooner rather than later so Trinity could decide if she could accept⊠or not accept the person he was and, in part, still is.
âOh boy,â Trinity mumbled before standing up. Wes sighed softly, letting his hand fall from her side and rest on his knee. âShould I go check on her?â
Wes pushed off his knee as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. âYou know Andy better than me.â He could tell Andy has been acting weird for a while now. Every since the new year started, it was like a gut feeling inside him said that something was off. Just something small, almost like a tumor that was slowly growing inside her. Wes wasnât all knowing but he could feel something dark when he was around her and it wasnât Andy, it was foreign. Wes hadnât told anyone because how do you explain something like that to someone else and expect them to believe you? He had felt it around some of the other campers as well. He couldnât help but wonder if it was something else, but he had no proof beyond a guy feeling. So, he remained silent on the matter.
âMaybe she needs girl time.â He shrugged slightly. âSheâs dealing with her brother⊠But she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other. I canât imagine itâs easy for her to open up completely to either one of them.â Wes sighed, looking in the direction Mason disappeared in. âI could go talk to him. I donât know how much help I could be⊠But Iâm not a Valis.â
âI mean I could, but thatâs not very fun, or effective,â Trinity said with a slight smile. Wes saw through it though. They both knew the truth⊠That no matter how much she begged him to be careful and to think of himself, he couldnât. Not when she was more important than himself. Of course, sheâd disagree. But that was what relationships were like right? Although relationship was a loose term⊠Wes was committed to Trinity, but they never put a label on what they were. He didnât want to pressure her and he was content waiting. But in his eyes, heâd do anything for her⊠And dying for her fell under that category. He was almost certain she knew that he was that type of person and unfortunately, no matter how much she persisted, his nature wouldnât change.
He smiled contently as they sat there, letting his eyes close when her fingers first ran through his hair. But Wesâ eyes quickly shot open when she gave his hair a tug rather than affectionately playing with his hair. He raised his head to look over at her with furrowed brows only to be met by a sly grin and a pat on his head. Wes rolled his eyes slightly and was about to rest his head against her shoulder, but before he could Trinity broke the silence.
âNow, before you rudely interrupted, tell me how the lover responds to love then. Fair enough, you're not textbook definition of a fighter, but say some girls were sexy and charming and they wanted a piece of Wesley Preston, do you feed their appetite?â
Wesâ brows furrowed as he sighed, adjusting how he was sitting so that he could look at her. It seemed just enjoying each otherâs company wasnât on the menu. âYou donât like silence very much, do you?â he teased. âWellâŠâ he started, trying to think of his answer. He had never been asked something like that before. âBefore camp⊠Before you, I would have went with them.â His gaze drifted off, focusing on some insignificant piece of dirt rather than look at her. âI wasnât a good person before camp, not to say Iâm much better now⊠But your assumptions of the type of person I was⊠They arenât wrong.â
It wasnât easy admitting to the girl he cared for the kind of person he was. Wes could tell she was trying to see how he used to be, maybe to see if he wasnât like the stereotype of Aphrodite kids⊠But the truth was⊠he was. Womanizer was an adequate term. He didnât know the number of women and honestly, Wes didnât want to sit down and figure it out. Since heâs been at camp heâs changed, tried to be a better person and thinking back on how he used to be only filled him with disgust⊠for himself.
Wes could see Trinityâs wheels turning before she asked another question. âSo...so, erhm, who becomes insatiable in that case, when they sleep together? Is it Aphrodite or... the people?â
âI uhâŠâ Wes struggled for words, clenching his jaw slightly as he thought. âIt depends on the people. I donât think I can give a clear answer. Some people are like vampires when it comes to their lust⊠I donât think it has to do with a connection to Aphrodite, but personal appetite.â
Trinity sat there silent for a while, but out of the corner of his eye Wes could see the thoughts and questions all over his face. Her expression made his stomach turn and not while his gaze diverted. Her arm tightened around his neck, causing his breath to catch for a brief moment before he looked over at her. âCan you tell me about - â
Then the sound of Andyâs cabin door closing followed by Mason walking off without a word caught his attention. Wes didnât know if he was thankful for the interruption as he felt the tension leave him⊠Or angered by it. Deep down Wes knew these questions and the conversation was inevitable. Maybe it would be good to get it out of the way sooner rather than later so Trinity could decide if she could accept⊠or not accept the person he was and, in part, still is.
âOh boy,â Trinity mumbled before standing up. Wes sighed softly, letting his hand fall from her side and rest on his knee. âShould I go check on her?â
Wes pushed off his knee as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. âYou know Andy better than me.â He could tell Andy has been acting weird for a while now. Every since the new year started, it was like a gut feeling inside him said that something was off. Just something small, almost like a tumor that was slowly growing inside her. Wes wasnât all knowing but he could feel something dark when he was around her and it wasnât Andy, it was foreign. Wes hadnât told anyone because how do you explain something like that to someone else and expect them to believe you? He had felt it around some of the other campers as well. He couldnât help but wonder if it was something else, but he had no proof beyond a guy feeling. So, he remained silent on the matter.
âMaybe she needs girl time.â He shrugged slightly. âSheâs dealing with her brother⊠But she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other. I canât imagine itâs easy for her to open up completely to either one of them.â Wes sighed, looking in the direction Mason disappeared in. âI could go talk to him. I donât know how much help I could be⊠But Iâm not a Valis.â