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Liv Pfeiffer

The Pessimist.

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, as played by mombie

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"I don't know why I can smile one minute and then cry the next. I think that I'm pretty messed up. Maybe I am just broken."
- Liv Pfeiffer




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Livvy (loathes it) , Livianna (people's attempt to lengthen it)

a g e x // x20

g e n d e r x // xFemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xHeterosexual

o r i g i n x // xRaleigh, North Carolina

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xposeidon






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5' 6"

w e i g h t x // x129 lbs

h a i r x // xIt is long and wavy; about down to her mid-back. On the bleakest days those soft waves are dark and lackluster, but when the sun embraces her, a vibrant copper hue shines through every gentle strand.

e y e s x // xThe hue of her eyes, much akin to her hair, shifts from a forest green with flicks of chestnut, to the darkest of browns. She doesn't know if it depends on what she is wearing or her mood.

o d d i t i e s x // xNone as of now.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWhen one thinks of Poseidon, perhaps they dream of beautiful flowing hair and voluptuous tanned beauty. However, this southern belle is a lithe and soft. From sole to crown she is riddled with freckles, and her skin is not as favored by the sun despite all of her best efforts to tan. In her family she is considered short. To everyone else, she is perfectly average in every way. One glance her way normally appeases the curiosity, as she is easily forgettable. Of course, without the ability to regulate her emotions, even if she was beautiful to someone, her moodiness made her quite unappealing and ugly. Regardless, she dresses casually and is nicely groomedt. Her make-up is typically can venture from natural to attention seeking - but it all depends on how she feels that day. Everything about her rests upon her emotions, even her appearance.






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I N G E N I U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxā€¢ x a b i l i t y x ā€¢ x \ ə - Ėˆ b i - l ə - t ē \ x ā€¢


a b i l i t y x // x Water Breathing is self-explanatory. The limits of this are yet untested, but she can at least hold herself under the water for an hour thus far. That is as far as her exploration has gone.

a b i l i t y x // x Water Manipulation Liv can manipulate water!.

a b i l i t y x // x Equine and Aquatic Communication She has a kinship with this creatures, and she always has since she was a child. At first, she believed herself to be crazy imaginative, but eventually she learned that she could communicate with them. They are probably her only chance at a social life because animals are not as judgemental and humans.

a b i l i t y x // x Underwater Healing
is also self-explanatory, but it is really tiring.


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s t r e n g t h x // x Empathy Despite all of her emotional flaws, Liv can really connect with people on an emotional level.

s t r e n g t h x // x Creative Like most loners and edgy broken people, she's undeniably creative from painting to baking. Those two hobbies fill up her time.

s t r e n g t h x // x Dedication
While she might be unstable, she is determined to do her best and be her best no matter what.


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w e a k n e s s x // x Gullible Despite being let down by people over and over again, why would anyone pretend to be something they are not? Sheā€™s trusting to a fault, and thatā€™s crazy given all that she has been through.

w e a k n e s s x // x Prone to Manipulation Because she is emotional and vulnerable, she is prone to manipulation by those that would take advantage of such instability.

w e a k n e s s x // x Physically Weak
She has a serious case of the noodle arms, and is unlikely to beat anyone up at this time.


M E T U M
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f e a r x // x Confrontation of any kind

f e a r x // x Eternal Loneliness

f e a r x // x Herself, sometimes





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxā€¢ x bi-polar x ā€¢ x secretive x ā€¢ x untrustworthy x ā€¢ x reclusive x ā€¢


There is something to be said about one as emotionally disordered as she. The woman can be perfectly lovable one day, and then screaming and crying the next. There are times when she smiles brightly and wishes and hopes for the best in people. In those moments, or on those days, she is fun to be around and a joy. When she is high on life, she is really high. However, when she crashes she truly collides with a velocity that can shatter hard stone on a blade of grass. It can happen in a matter of seconds - a misunderstanding or an unkind word. When she is angry, she throws these massive temper tantrums that look laughable for someone her size, and that can make it worse - that she is so physically not intimidating that she knows how ridiculous she looks.

When it is all said and done, sheā€™s hard to trust. The woman is so closed off about herself and her past because she believes that she is the common denominator in all her troubles - the reason, the problem. At the same time, when she does find that one person to open up to, she genuinely opens. It is hard to believe that she could be so easily manipulated, but when someone needs constant validation and emotional support, it isnā€™t hard to notice that thereā€™s a perfect opening for something dark to slither into and control. If she could blame others instead of herself all the time, maybe she could shift her misfortunes.

Since loneliness is her eternal curse, she doesn't care if she hurts someone's feelings. She's very intelligent and knows how to use her words, even if there is no real tact. If she's feeling insecure or as though she is delving into something uncertain, her best defense is the verbal kind. Liv will attempt to stir people away from her with harsh verbiage when discomfort settles in. She also doesn't always know how to say the right thing the right way - most of the time having decent intentions but laughable execution.

She can be kind, warm, angry, sad - whatever she feels at the moment, she just is.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Being Reworked.





h e x c o d e x // x #00CCCC x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Lily Collins x // x c r e a t o r x // x Dreamwaker x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Liv Pfeiffer's Story

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Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Pete Drakos
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"Iā€™m going to fucking kill her," someone stated behind her in that flustered kind of way that only extreme annoyance can bring about. The woman stops in her tracks and pivotted sharply to face the aggravated soul because they were emotionally alike right about now. She tilted her head at him as he stumbled through trying to defend his dark choice of words, "I didn't -" Then he moved on from trying to justify himself to admitted defeat. "Sister."

Well, that said everything, didn't it? Siblings get on everyone's nerves, and with a sister like Eve, poor Pete was probably catching some of the heat. She placed her hand upon his shoulder and rolled to the tips of her toes to look over one of his shoulders and into the building. Once the heels of her feet settled back onto the ground, she gave him a somewhat sympathetic smile. "I don't blame you. If it makes you feel better, I am having murderous thoughts of my own. Maybe we can share grievances while you walk me to my cabin?" It didn't really sound like she was asking him, for as soon as the suggestion left her lips and turned around and began to walk.

She tossed a glance over her right shoulder at him for a brief moment, "On a scale of 1 to ten, how badly would you like to murder your sister? Also, would you consider me a partner in crime for future conspiracies against our peers?" This all sounded like a jest because no one would seriously talk murder out loud. Even the daughter of Poseidon knew how to plot in secret, and not to divulge the fact that she did actually want to kill someone now. She knew that these emotions were fleeting, however, so she just lets the seething process commence all while poking fun at her volatile self every so often.

You see, she didn't have many friends. Pete didn't seem like the type of guy that put up with a whole lot of people or vice versa. The loners, AKA, social outcasts - are attracted to each other. They always tended to have the same reclusive interest - books, intelligence, and various levels of emotional disturbances. Whether they liked to admit it or not, they needed someone. Not that two like-minds always make a good pair. Still, with all that may come in the future, it would be good to have a friend or two that isn't crazy about the drama that reeled its ugly heads like some sort of hydra - cut off one drama, another pops up.

Once they make it to her cabin, she strolled up the steps and then hung around the porch for a second. She leaned her body against the closed and locked door, crossed her arms, and looked over at him. "So, bonfire. What time will you come by to pick me up so that we can go together?" It was probably an odd request if one could call it that. It sounded more like a question stealthily disguised as a demand of sorts. Even two loners could go to a bonfire and be okay, so long as they were not somehow caught up in the realm of everyone's attention.

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She had spent most of her day reading and sleeping and sometimes doing less nerdy things. When she finally got around to talking herself into going to the bonfire, she decided on something casual. She really didn't have much in the way of an actual date, and while she was pretty, she didn't feel like it was worth it to look her best. She threw on some natural make-up, tugged on a coat, and felt content to let her hair stay down and be as mismanaged as it wished to be.

She expected Pete to show up, so she removed herself from the comfortable confines of her own living space and put herself into his inevitable path. Just in case he had changed his mind about going with her.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos
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"I don't blame you. If it makes you feel better, I am having murderous thoughts of my own. Maybe we can share grievances while you walk me to my cabin?" She released his shoulder and began the trek back to the cabins.

He watched her walk away as he took one last drag of cigarette, before crushing the butt under his heel and following along behind her. It might have sounded a lot like a question, but he knew a command when he heard one. ā€œMurderous thoughts? The catfight up in Olympus I suppose?ā€ He shoved his hands into his pocket as he kept pace with her. Even a loner like him knew about the fight between Trinity and Liv, no idea what it was about, but he didnā€™t really care. ā€œNo doubt my sister had a hand in that.ā€ He mumbled the words to himself, but apparently Liv had picked up on them anyway.

"On a scale of 1 to ten, how badly would you like to murder your sister? Also, would you consider me a partner in crime for future conspiracies against our peers?" She spoke with a light hearted tone, and caused a slight chuckle to tumble out of Pete. He was a good read of character and could tell there was a ghost of truth behind her words, which ignited his curiosity.

ā€œTen.ā€ He answered confidently before shaking his head and answering more truthfully. ā€œOr Zero. See, itā€™s complicated.ā€ He wanted to wring Eveā€™s neck, but the idea of anyone else doing the same made him see red.

Shaking it off, he looked over at Liv with a smirk, eyeing her up for a moment. ā€œAs for partner? Well, taking on an Ares bird is pretty badass.ā€ They arrived at her cabin, and as she rose up the stairs he clucked his tongue. ā€œNot sure youā€™d be wise to trust me though.ā€ With a smirk he headed off to his own cabin.

"So, bonfire. What time will you come by to pick me up so that we can go together?" She asked causing Peteā€™s eyebrows to raise, he hadnā€™t expected to actually want to go let alone ask for a pick. Well, she wasnā€™t really asking.

Which meant he couldnā€™t really say no either. ā€œ6.ā€
.:. .::. .:.

ā€œWhy are you here?ā€ Pete scowled across the room to where Eve was sitting in front of his mirror doing her makeup. Sheā€™d arrived two hours ago with a bottle of vodka and had refused to leave, insisting on catching him up on all the camp gossip. Even when heā€™d pointedly ignored her by sticking his nose in a book.

With a mascara wand paused in mid-air she flashed him a grin. ā€œIā€™m not going to be one of those sad girls who gets ready for a party alone.ā€ She swivelled her head back to the mirror, no doubt unable to go long without looking at her own reflection, and continued on her makeup.

"You could try making a friend." He suggested sarcastically, she'd have to be nice to someone for that to happen. He left the room to get ready and returned to find Eve pouring out two shots. ā€œIā€™m not touching that. Youā€™ve probably poisoned it.ā€ He said barely sparing her a glance as he headed for the door. She shrugged, did both shots than followed after him, grabbing his elbow to take him to the beach.

He pulled out of her talons and started off in the other direction, towards Livā€™s cabin. ā€œYou go. Iā€™ll meet you there.ā€ He tried to keep it vague but he couldnā€™t lie. And not just for moral reasons, this was his sister, sheā€™d smell a lie on him a mile off.

Eve responded with smirk large enough that it almost seemed like a sneer. ā€œAww, Little Peteyā€™s got a date?ā€ Pete didnā€™t respond that it wasnā€™t a date, there was no point, and instead he stayed quiet. And Eve knew him better than to expect a response. He felt her eyes assessing him. ā€œWho?ā€ He remained quiet, but she continued to hound him. His scowl grew darker and darker, he was pretty much glowering by the time the siblings arrived at Livā€™s, where she was leaving her cabin. ā€œHer?ā€ Eve stated quietly for his ears only, she sounded like she was holding back laughter. ā€œOf course youā€™d go for the camp pariah.ā€ Liv was approaching them now, so Eve only had time for one last barb. ā€œSheā€™ll bore someone like you.ā€

ā€œHey Liv, hope you donā€™t mine me tagging along on your little date.ā€ Eve said with a chipper smile, without a hint of malice, resting an arm on his shoulder. Pete had to admit she was a good actress, but he refused to play along as he didnā€™t bother to hide his own scowl. He nodded to Liv, figuring she was smart enough to realise she wasnā€™t the cause of his dark mood. ā€œYou look great by the way Liv. Pete took ages getting ready, he was so nervous.ā€ He rolled his eyes, but didnā€™t bother denying it, it wasnā€™t worth the effort, and heā€™d learnt early on with his sister not to play her game. You were better off not engaging. ā€œWell, letā€™s rock and roll.ā€ Eve said leading the way down to the beach.

ā€œYeah, if we donā€™t hurry up weā€™ll miss all the good songs,ā€ Pete replied darkly, flashing Liv a smirk. At least she was like him, a natural loner. They arrived at the party, and Pete knew his sister was going to take off. Go bother someone more interesting. But just in case she needed the prodding, he spotted Mason dancing. ā€œLooks like lover boy found someone new.ā€ Of course, Eve had spent the better part of the evening filling him in on everything sheā€™d been up to. Enough to make his ears bleed really.

Pete turned to Liv speaking only to her, ā€œDrink?ā€ He really needed one. So he led the way, scooping up a beer and cracking it open. He spotted Alex not far off chatting with Wes, was she ever without him or Duke? When he caught her eye he made a point of eyeing her outfit, what little of it there was. Raising his eyebrows with a smirk, he took a long mouthful of his beer. Unlike him and Liv, Alex seemed custom built to enjoy a party.

Looking Liv he gave his a small, bashful smile. ā€œSorry.ā€ He mumbled, he didnā€™t really feel he needed to explain what the apology was for. He figured the idea of asking him to pick her up was to avoid attention and having to talk to people, which Eve had ruined.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos
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Eve had to restrain herself from glaring at her brother. Sheā€™d gone round to his cabin with good intentions, hoping a good dose of gossip would snap him out of his moody funk. All she received for her efforts were his scowls. Pete nodded across the dancefloor, ā€Looks like lover boy found someone new.ā€ Eveā€™s eyes followed his and saw Mason starting to dance with Iliana, her eyebrow spiked upwards at the bizarre pairing.

She looked back at her brother with a coy smile. ā€œSo you were listening today.ā€ She decided that she just had to investigate further so she gave a half salute to Pete and Liv, ā€œLaters. Enjoy being all sulky you two.ā€ Then she delved into the party, heading towards the dancing pair, getting there in time to catch Masonā€™s smirk towards Heath. It didnā€™t take a genius to figure out what the smirk was about and Eve was almost proud to see him pushing someone elseā€™s buttons.

She decided pretty quickly to help and sidled up to Heath and the guy he was a talking to, hearing the end of Heathā€™s comment about watching Iliana dance. She smiled up at both of them then flicked her eyes to dancing couple with a smirk ā€œI get to see Mason dancing? Is it my birthday?ā€ She eyed up Heath, flicking her eyes from him to Iliana and back a few times. Deliberately making herself look concerned as she leaned towards him. ā€œYou know, Iā€™m super impressed with you. I thought youā€™d be over there all growly and ripping the two of them apart.ā€

She placed a hand on his arm using it to influence his thoughts, Be protective of Iliana. Keep her away from Mason. She didnā€™t say the words out loud, not wanting to give the game away, so her magic would be less binding. But if he was already feeling a little protective or conflicted, her magic would seep in and mould his thoughts like putty.

Dropping her hand she shifted her attention to the brunette with Heath. She eyed him over, he looked familiar, but surely she would have noted a good looking guy like him, not to mention sheā€™d be aware if Mason had a friend. She didnā€™t count Andy. ā€œAnd you,ā€ She chucked a thumb towards where Mason was off dancing. ā€œI would have bet serious money on that guy having no friends.ā€ She laughed running her hands through her hair and lowering her voice to a false whisper. ā€œBetween you and me, I think he fancies himself as some kind of big scary wolf.ā€ She flashed him a playful grin, to show that she meant no harm. Playing the friendly card until she knew what kind of guy she was dealing with. ā€œIā€™m Eve.ā€

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Ajax Valis
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Andy was about turn the handle and go back inside when she heard music just about blare behind her. Her face scrunched up slightly at the sheer volume of the party. She never remembered it being that loud. Who in the hell was in control of the volume? Maybe it was her subconscious telling her to just go inside or was it telling her to go to the party?

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life. For me. And I'm feeling good."

Andy's heart skipped a beat when she heard Daniel'sā€”Keith's voice. What in the hell was he doing? She slowly spun around on her heels, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of the music. "Keith?"

He did some showy moves, flipping the microphone and kicking in beat with the song. "Oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feel." Andy's brows furrowed in confusion. Maybe it was everything that's been going on but nothing was sinking in. Was this some cruel prank that Keith thought would be funny? Was this Daniel? Had she officially lost her mind and was hallucinating?

"Andy, if you don't go to the party, who's gonna control your brother?" Daniel then extended his arms toward her expectantly.

"Daniel?!" her voice cracked. Andy ran toward him, jumping over the steps down from her porch. She practically leaped into his arms, nearly knocking him over when she collided into him. She held him so tight, that he'd probably complain about not being able to breathe but she didn't care.

"Hi, sis," he said quietly as he held her.

"How are you here? You died!" Tears fell from her eyes, ruining her makeup... again. But she couldn't care less. Gods did she miss him. "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"Now come on, things to do, people to see. 50 dollars says I can get 90% of camp's population to dance."

Daniel tried to pull her away and hold her at an arm's length. But Andy quickly wrapped her arms back around him, shaking her head. "Just one more minute, please?" She practically begged. Andy had no idea how time passed for him or what it was like. But for her, it was an eternity. Over a year without her brother. He could spare another moment or two before they went to the party. Gods knew she needed it.

Andy sighed as she finally let him free from her grasp, almost scared that if she let go of him, he'd vanish. Like it all was an illusion in her head. "Did you need to complete that outfit with a big long fluffy coat?"

She managed to actually laugh as she ran her fingers under her eyes, trying her best to fix her makeup. "It's not like I'm wearing a sequin jumpsuit," she quipped in response. Gods how long had it been since she had a normal lighthearted conversation? It felt nice. As Andy and Daniel walked side by side to the party, it almost felt like some of the weight had been lifted from her shoulders. For a brief moment she could breathe. But unfortunately, that didn't last long.

Andy's paced slowed when they reached the party as her brother quickly made his way toward Mason. On any other day she would have been right beside him but they still weren't talking. And if she smelled Eve's perfume on him it'd make her nauseous. She stood there awkwardly at the edge of the tree line scanning the people who had arrived. But before she saw anyone of worth a red head popped up right in front of her with a smile. She remembered the girl from earlier, gossiping about Andy's personal life like it was some trash TV. Suffice it to say, she did not return the smile.

"Hey. My name is Penelope, but you can call me Nelly." Andy didn't care. Maybe under different circumstances she would have been her old bubbly self. But not now. It was hard enough for Andy to bite her tongue the first time. "Um . . I am sorry if what I said earlier this morning hurt your feelings. I am known to say what I am thinking and it's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Just know that whatever my actions are in the future, I would never intentionally hurt anyone. So yeah sorry."

"Just leave my personal life out of it," Andy said before she felt an arm drape across her shoulder. Some of her tension faded away when she saw it was Trinity, even managing a soft smile.

"Look who decided to show." Andy rolled her eyes playfully at the comment. Like Trinity would have let her stay locked up in her cabin. "Hey Nelly, I'm Trinity." She gave Nelly a firm handshake, which Andy could only imagine was far more aggressive than it looked. She had to resist the urge to laugh. Trin wasn't the subtle type, one of the many reasons they were friends.

Trinity turned her attention to Andy. "Did you want to get a drink, Ando?" She was doing what any good best friend would do, getting her out of an awkward encounter. In time she'd forget Nelly's comments, but it was still fresh and she was in no mood to fake friendly. Trin's head then leaned toward hers as she spoke lowly, "You good?"

Andy held her friend's gaze and gave such a minor shake of her head, anyone else might have missed it. But it didn't seem Trinity was good either. The arrival of Wes caused the blonde to instantly tense. "I know that look," Andy said quietly.

But before she was able to tug Trinity away toward the drinks table, or just far enough away from a private conversation, Nelly had more to say. "Hello, Trinity. Nice evening huh? I got in last night so that's why I am late. I am still learning the ropes here so if you have any recommendations, I'll gladly take them. Is this ya'll's first year here or have both of you been here before?"

Andy's arm wrapped around the middle of Trinity's back, her hand gently grasping her friend's side. "Sorry, not to be rude." Although she kind of did. "But we need a moment in private."

Without anything else to add to the present conversation, she led Trin away, slowly walking them toward the drinks. Which, coincidentally, was where Wes was. "Do you think maybe you're being a little hard on him?" Andy asked, nodding her head toward Wes who's back was toward them. "He never questions you about your male friends." She saw the look Trinity made when she saw him with Alex. She understood her jealously, it was natural. But Wes had better tastes than Alex. "I doubt he has a dishonest bone in his body. He's arguably one of the nicest guys at camp. He's crazy about you... And he makes you happy." With her final words, Andy slowed them both to a stop, turning to face Trinity.

"Don't be dumb like me and ruin a good thing." She gave Trin's arm a reassuring squeeze with a smile. "I'm going to go take a shot... or like five," Andy joked. "But you should go talk to him. 5 bucks says, he's already forgiven you." Not that Trinity was in the wrong, she was entitled to her own feelings. But if she tried to apologize, Wes was already over it. He was too infatuated with her to stay mad.

Andy retreated, walking backwards towards the refreshments. She motioned her thumb toward Wes's back and gave Trinity a wink. She then spun around and went to the far end of the drinks table, giving Wes and, in particular, Alex, a wide birth. Have a good time. Don't think about it and don't get too drunk. Easy. Then it seemed the second that all went through her head, it went out the window. Andy took two shots of whatever was out, then grabbed a bear. No more.

She started toward the bonfire and almost froze when she saw the back of Ajax. Andy took a deep breath, not wanting to divert her path. She felt like that would be obvious and someone would notice, someone like Mason. But he wasn't dumb and probably could tell without anything being said. Andy slowly approached and took a seat on a different log than the one he and Duke sat on that was a couple feet away. After taking a couple sips of her beer, she sparred a glance toward Ajax as he stood up to follow after his friend. When she caught his gaze, Andy gave him a slight wave of her fingers and a brief smile before he left. It was weird. They were so close but felt miles apart. Any other party she'd be right there beside him, maybe even sitting in his lap if he had his way. But, now they were like strangers.




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Evelyn did not seem pleased about Sylas asking her for a favor. And here he thought she'd love the opportunity to have the upper hand, a moment to revel in the fact that he came to her for help. Regardless of how minor his ask was. After a moment she took the bottle. "I would but you didn't even say please." Her smug expression made Sylas chuckle. "In fact, you should be begging me for this small little favor of yours. Or at least make your case of why I should help you," she added as she hid the bottle behind her back.

Sylas took the bait stepping forward to close a little bit of the distance between them. "Please, Evelyn, would you satisfy the demon in me by charming that little bottle?" His brow raised while the rest of his face remained fairly serious. He leaned his head in so that his lips were near her ear as he spoke softly. "I'll make a fair trade for your services." Sylas pulled his head back just enough so he could hold her gaze. "I'll give you one question," he said as he held up his index finger. "Any question and I'll answer it, honestly. No lies, omissions or ambiguity."

After a moment or so, Evelyn withdrew the bottle from behind her back and held it out to him. "Our little secret."

"My lips are sealed," he grinned as he took the bottle from her delicate fingers.

"Don't get too excited. Really wanting somebody varies on intention." Sylas nodded his head and gave her a silent salute with the top of the bottle to his forehead. "I look forward to seeing who you're after. Good luck."

Sylas might have added a comment about how he didn't need luck, or something else around those lines. Instead he gave her a wink and headed toward the bonfire where he planned to announce his fun activity. But then he saw the big idiot arrive with none other than his sister, which temporarily diverted his attention.

The fresh air from their walk to the beach cleared Sloane's head. Being lightheaded and dizzy was not an ideal condition while drinking. Not that she was the drinking type. She stopped just outside the tree line, taking everything in. Nothing too crazy was going on yet, some dancing and drinking, but fairly calm. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to wonder about for an hour then disappear back to Liam's cabin, away from everyone. She was about to take a step forward in the general direction of the bonfire when she caught sight of her brother beelining straight for them. "He's coming this way," Sloane said under her breath toward Liam, but didn't divert her eyes from her brother's fiery and direct gaze.

Before Sloane could even try to grab Liam's arm and divert them in a different direction, Sylas was there. "Sloane. Liam." He gave his best fake smile as he grabbed Liam's shoulder. "How's the new roomie situation going?" he asked with a grin and a tight squeeze of the brute's deltoid. While they were still in physical contact, Sylas let his powers flow into Liam. Kick her out. You don't want Sloane. She's a burden. Pathetic. After a moment when nothing happened, he moved his hand from Liam to point at his sister. "You used your powers on him... didn't you?"

Sloane shifted where she stood, her fingers twiddling and tugging at the sleeves of her shirt. She didn't say anything, just sideways glanced up at Liam before looking back to her brother. Sylas shook his finger as he laughed smugly. "She's a smart one isn't she?... Makes me wonder what she sees in a big idiot like you?"

Sloane quickly spun on her heels, moving between the two. She turned her back to Sylas as she pressed her hands to Liam's abdomen, trying to stop him from lashing out. "Don't. He's just trying to get under your skin. If you to hit him first, you'll look like the bad guy," She said quietly as she looked up at him. Sloane wouldn't be able to stop Liam if he was set on murdering Sylas in front of everyone. But she hoped he'd listen to her rather than her brother.

"Yes, tame your beast. It's only a matter of time before your control over him fades. And then what, dear sister?"

"I don't control him," Sloane replied coldly, before looking over her shoulder toward her brother. "I'm not you."

"How adorable. You asked his permission didn't you?" Sylas shook his head, laughing softly as he tossed the bottle in his hand. "She's obviously taking advantage of you big boy. You fought her battles, give up your home... even let her worm her way into your mind willingly. Is she that good in bed?"

Sloane's jaw clenched as her gaze moved to the ground and her hands fell from Liam's chest. Her cheeks began to flush, getting so red it nearly outshined her lipstick. "Who are we kidding? Sloane here is a prude." Sylas raised his hand to stroke his sister's cheek with his index finger. "I doubt she's ever been kissed." He chuckles before wrapping his arm around Sloane's shoulders. "Let's change that, shall we?"

Her eyes went wide as Sylas tugged her away from Liam. Although his face was friendly and he appeared to be walking with her amiably, his grip on her arm was strong, almost challenging her to struggle against him. She was barely able to keep up with his long strides, frequently glancing over her shoulder toward Liam. She didn't want him to start a fight, not here in front of everyone. That'd give her brother what he wanted. He was going to continue to push Liam and herself until one of them caved.

Sylas came to a halt near the bonfire, but didn't release his hold on Sloane, instead leading them both to step up on a log. He raised his free hand to his lips letting out a loud whistle. Once he had everyone's attention, he gave a charming smile before speaking. "I don't know about all of you, but my sister and I think that what this party really needs... Is a game!" He holds up the bottle, wiggling it slightly.

He jumps down from the log, leaving Sloane to slowly step down on her own while he walks around the fire. "I'm sure you've all heard of 7 minutes in heaven." Sylas smirked. "I was content with a simple game of spin the bottle, but Sloane's itching for something a little more exciting." He slowed his pace until he was standing before Andy. "Andy, would you mind conjuring up something a little more... private?"

Andy slowly sat up right, tapping her fingers against her beer. She didn't want to be a part of this game, but Sylas didn't look like he was going to let anyone get away with sitting out. She sighed, before extending her left hand with her palm up. As her hand raised, a closet rose up from the ground on a farther edge of the beach, a hundred or so feet away.

Sylas smiled as he turned back around to face the rest of the campers. "I'm sure you all are familiar with the rules." He tapped the brim of the bottle to his bottom lip as he scanned everyone. "Now who should go first?" At one point he slowed down before Sloane. "It'd be unfair to give it to you first. After all, this was your idea... You'll just have to wait your turn." He grinned looking between her and Liam.

But then he spun around and walked directly up to a particular blonde, that he was very interested to learn more about. Eve. Sylas flipped the bottle in his hand, before holding it out to her. "The honor is yours."

Sloane crossed her arms over her chest. She hated when he did stuff like this, spun things around on her. He made it seem like this was her master plan, so if she left... Well, she couldn't. With a sigh, she took a seat on a log as far from her brother as possible. This was going to be a long night.




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"You've never allowed one arm to get you down, though, which is pretty damn awesome if you ask me."

Wes chuckled softly. "Well, thank you. I couldn't very well bitch about something that was my own fault, now could I?"

Alex hooked her arm in his as they headed through the woods toward the party. She seemed happy at the little decorations of lights leading to the beach and the prospect of a party. It did always seem to lighten moods for most of the campers. Wes just hoped that it might be an opportunity for him and Trinity to... move forward maybe. If that was still an option. He hated it that she was mad at him for something he didn't do. Or maybe he did and he was just too much of an idiot to realize it. Wes just hoped, whatever it was, he could fix it.

"Let's make this a night to remember."

He smiled toward her, then quickly ducked away when she tried to tickle him. "Woah, none of that." He laughed, holding his index finger up in contradiction.

Wes slowly trailed after Alex toward the concession table, where there was an ample amount of food and a variety of drinks available. He hadn't quite realized how completely famished he was until he smelled the food. He wasted no time fixing up a burger and snagging a beer to drink along with it. He barely ate all day with his stomach in constant knots. Now with food in front of him, he had to fight to urge to shove it down in a single bite.

"If there's any dancing... you going to ask Trinity?"

He froze with the burger held to his lips. "I want to... I just... I don't know if she'd agree."

Wes took a large bite out of his food as he turned around to observe the party. He froze, mouth full, when he saw Trinity standing a few feet in front of him. He stood there... awkwardly as he tried to quickly chew and swallow the the food. "Trinity... You look gorgeous." Wes looked awkwardly between his burger, beer and then Trinity. He quickly set what he held onto the table and dusted his hands off on his pants. "Can I get you a drink?"

Shortly after he asked, Sylas made a loud show beckoning everyone to join in on a game. Wes didn't know how he felt about partaking. He didn't need another reason for her to be mad at him. He slowly took a step toward Trinity, motioning toward the bonfire. "Did you want to join? I wouldn't kiss anyone... just stand there awkwardly for 7 minutes." He quickly continued adding another comment. "I mean, you can kiss whoever you want though... Or we could just walk around. Or I could leave you alone. I just want you to enjoy yourself... to be happy."

Gods was he putting his foot in his mouth. Wes awkwardly chewed on his bottom lip. He didn't know how to fill the silence, so instead he grabbed another beer. He popped it open, then held it out toward her, almost like a silent peace offering. He was content to wait until she decided his fate for the evening.




7 minutes in heaven


1. The person who receives the bottle, spins it and it will land on whomever they want. Doesn't have to be for romantic reasons, just whomever they desire.

2. They are locked in the closet for 7 minutes.

3. Afterwards the person who the bottle landed on (not who spun it) picks who goes next.

disclaimer: I suggest writing a collab between the two characters going into the closet, so that it isn't a bunch of back and forth posts and so it doesn't take forever for one round. It could be easy enough to include the spinning of the bottle, time in the closet and choosing the next person in a single collab.

Any questions, let me know :)

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos
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Liv did not bother to make much in the way of conversation with Eve. If Pete wasnā€™t going to play the game, and the little blonde minx wasnā€™t implanting suggestions, then there was no reason to stir the pot. She just offered her a thin sarcastic smile and looked over her outfit. The daughter of Poseidon really overdressed for this occasion. Though, she supposed it was just the girlā€™s attention seeking style. Not that it was wrong. It was cute attire and very much in the spirit of a bonfire at the beach.

ā€œYeah, if we donā€™t hurry up weā€™ll miss all the good songs,ā€ Pete had said, and Liv didnā€™t reply because she felt he was more or less trying to urge them on before Eve embarrassed him more. Though, when he turned to smirk at her, she couldnā€™t help but cast her eyes to the ground and suppress what could have been a chuckle.

As they arrived at the party, she noted that he was all too eager to get his sister away from him. Pete taunted Eve with the thought that Mason was getting along with another woman. One that was not her. ā€œLooks like lover boy found someone new.ā€ After that, the vixen took off to bother other people, and thankfully so. Liv was tired of it already, and women like Eve were not her type of friend or acquaintance. She wasn't about to talk bad about his sister to his face, as that was a job for him alone. So, she let the topic of Eve flutter away like the woman herself.

ā€œDrink?ā€ He inquired, already headed for the booze just seconds after relief from his sister. She couldn't blame him and was partly glad that she didn't have a brother here. It meant that she could keep to herself and only venture out when necessary - training or, in this case, mandatory fun nights. If she had holed herself up in her cabin, someone would have probably come and dragged her out. There was nothing fun about mandatory fun nights, but maybe she'd catch a break from the nuances of trying to socialize with the camp's typically drama-mongers with Pete. "Don't mind if I do," she replied finally whilst snatching not one, but two from the cooler.

She strolled with Pete for a bit until they could find a spot that wasn't occupied by anyone, and she plopped her rear-end on the sand. She didn't care if he was opposed to it and sat on one of the logs, but she rather enjoyed the sand. Understandably, a lot of people did not. Liv had watched his gaze fall onto Alex, and her attention flitted from one demigod to the other. "I guess I should have dressed down for this party," she noted, mostly to herself, but he'd be able to hear it without a problem.

Her head cocked to the side, and she glanced back and over at him when he offered an apology without any actual context, ā€œSorry.ā€ She assumed as she does often, that it had to do with Eve and the fact that she was a loquacious little thing that had spoken a little too much for both their comfort. Luckily for him, Liv was relatively easy-going in good company, and Pete is just about the sanest person around.

She offered him a small shrug, taking a long sip from her beer. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now. I think I am learning that the less I respond, the more people leave me alone. The more I can train, and the less they do while they are all wrapped up in their ridiculous bullshit." A sigh fell from her lips and she found herself looking over at the darkened beach and the moonlight that scattered over the catspaws of calm waters. "Have you ever been to the beach this late at night and actually get in the water? Not just drink and do dumb things like-" The announcement from Sylas came about, and she jerked a thumb toward him to wordlessly complete her sentence. "The gods are probably looking down at us trying to figure out why we would stuff two people in a closet when there are perfectly good cabins to make out in." She laughed at that.

She looked back at him to see if she could get a little something out, "Which gal would you go into a closet with?" She gestured to the various women with her beer hand while leaning back and bracing her torso against an arm.





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"He's coming this way," she warned. The son of Ares knew that his night was not going to be easy. So, when Sylas caught his prey in those predatorial eyes, he wasn't surprised at all. Part of him understood that he'd be roped into playing these games, into being made to look like an Ares kid hellbent on beating up kids in floral blouses. Not that a kid wearing that shirt was undeserving of a beat down.

For a second there, the arm closest to Sloane instinctively reached out, as if it would have wrapped around her so that they could withdraw from this situation. It just so happened that it was at the same time she thought about grabbing it herself. But the snake had rapidly slithered over, and he didn't want the other campers to take note of the fact that she needed protecting.

"Sloane. Liam," the serpent practically hissed as he grabbed Liam's shoulder. At that second, the beastly man's jaw set noticeably - he could snap at any time now. All of the muscles in his head were tense; they even pulsed to the clenching of his teeth. It was his infamous tell that all the blood in his veins was beginning to run hot. His fingers curled into white-knuckled fists. He was gearing up for tearing Sloane's brother apart in front of everyone.

"How's the new roomie situation going?" He continued to taunt him like the obvious idiot he was. Yet beneath those words were something else, something that made the hair at the back of his neck bristle. It was unsettling. He rubbed that spot for a second, having long since forgotten that Sloane told him to tell her when he felt this. Right now, he wasn't remembering much of anything save for how much he is really wishing he would have killed this guy.

Sylas' attention withdrew from Liam and fixated upon his own sister, "You used your powers on him... didn't you? She's a smart one isn't she?... Makes me wonder what she sees in a big idiot like you?" Liam hadn't spoken at all. There was no reply - no retort, only a deathly stare pinned to Sylas. He was watching. Waiting. Any second now, and he'd have the perfect excuse to knock his head off of his little ass neck, and he didn't care if anyone saw it.

Just when he thought he was going to do it, Sloane stepped in between him. Her fingers pressed against his stomach, which was tense like every other muscle in his body. It was like he was all coiled up and poised to strike. "Don't. He's just trying to get under your skin. If you hit him first, you'll look like the bad guy."

He wanted to tell her that he was a bad guy. Liam was good in Sloane's eyes because that's the only part of him she had witnessed thus far. He peered down at her as she looked up at him, and there was not a kind expression on his face. Something about his posture, the glare of red in his eyes, and his silence was all in warning. Sloane had stepped between the son of Ares, of whom was approaching the apex of his patience for the guy just right behind her. All he needed to do was go through her, and if it weren't for the simple fact that he was in control of himself, he would. Had it been any other woman, he would have pushed her aside without a second thought. She tethered him to his own self-control, and he didn't even know it was actually happening. Without him even realizing it, he was gripping her fingers in his. Palms that tightened and tightened without any sign of letting up. However, when she likely began to feel discomfort, he released her slowly.

He seethed as the sibling pair continued to bicker, "I don't control him. I'm not you."

Still, Sylas continued on his way, knowing full well that the only thing that would hold Liam back, for today was Sloane. Deep down, he knew that was because they were in view of an audience, and he wasn't going to embarrass her. "How adorable. You asked his permission didn't you? She's obviously taking advantage of you big boy. You fought her battles, give up your home... even let her worm her way into your mind willingly. Is she that good in bed?"

Liam then drew from the well of all his comebacks, knowing full well what Sylas was looking for. With all the rumors that would circulate from her staying in his cabin, he really wasn't saying something that others weren't thinking. It would probably shut Sylas up. Liam looked him deadpan, visibly relaxed himself, and smirked, "She's great in bed, actually. It must be really hard to watch your sister get laid while you're still trying to woo that sweet little redhead over there. Look, she's with another guy. You really must have a small dick, dick." he even goes as far as looking over at Evelyn. "I wonder if youā€™ll have to beat her up to get her to sleep with you, since youā€™re such a fucking coward.ā€

Whatever Sylas said next went in one ear and out the other. He didn't care. Soon enough, they were headed toward the bonfire. The fact that he latched onto his sister and led her out ahead of him wasn't a real concern. The little fucking coward won't do shit, but it still irked the fuck out of him.

Neither Sloane nor Liam were going to play this game in front of everyone right now. As much as it bothered him to sit back and let Sylas command them, there was no other option. Sure, Liam was strong, but that didn't mean that other Demigods couldn't beat him. Given Sylas' tenacity for persuasion, he didn't want to risk it.

Sylas thought he was a dumb idiot, but Liam is a strategic man and this is slowly starting to become a battlefield. After the Trial, and with all of the drama coming - with Hades carted away - the hammer was going to fall eventually. When it does, he didnā€™t want himself and Sloane to be caught on the wrong side of things. He didnā€™t need the campers thinking that he was the bad guy in this story.

Everyone began to sit, and Liam did, too. Only it was not next to Sloane, it was across and slightly to the right of her. She knew he was close, and he knew that Sylas was a smart man, too.

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"So you know Mason? Well...relatively?" Daniel asked, and Eve couldnā€™t help flashing him a coy smile. She glanced to the pair across the dancefloor, witnessing some highly platonic dance moves, how weak. Clearly Mason wasnā€™t really committed to testing Heathā€™s tolerance. She caught Masonā€™s eye and he sent a smirk her way, which she returned with a sarcastic air kiss.

Turning back to Daniel, she shrugged easily playing the coy card. ā€œI mean, I wouldnā€™t say I really know him.ā€ She made no attempt to hide the insinuation about the ways she did know Mason, happy to let Daniel take what he wanted from that.

Before they could make any more conversation, Sylas stepped forward to take centre stage announcing a game of spin the bottle. 7 minutes in heaven style. He then prowled around eyeing people, so it wasnā€™t until the bottle was in front of her face that she realised he meant for her to start the game off. Eve eyed him suspiciously, but took the bottle off him before strolling into the centre of the gathering circle. ā€œWith pleasure.ā€ The chance to stir some drama and bring some excitement to the party was too great to ignore. She sat the bottle down on its side and flicked it. It spun around twice before stopping abruptly. There was something unnatural about that, but Eve didnā€™t much care as her eyes landed on the person the bottle had chosen for her, the demigod of the Underworld himself.

With a grin she stood up and started towards him, settling in to the role of camp flirt. ā€œLucky you.ā€ On her way across to Mason, Eve made sure to catch Andyā€™s eye and send her a smirk and wink, happy to stir more of the jealousy feelings Andy had owned up to in Olympus. ā€œCā€™mon then, heaven awaits,ā€ She piled on the flirt, as she pulled Mason up by his collar.

Mason obliged, standing to his feet and following the minx, looking her over head to toe. People could say she was flirty, trouble, a bitch etc. and they were completely accurate statements, but she was also saucy.

ā€œThis might be a dull seven minutes though,ā€ She flashed her eyes across to where Andy was sitting, making sure she was loud enough to be heard as she recalled Andyā€™s exact words over breakfast. ā€œIā€™ve been told Iā€™m not allowed to use you. How boring?ā€ Of course, adding on the innuendo might have been twisting Andyā€™s words and intentions a little bit, but it was more fun this way.

Without glancing around or looking back, Mason arched a brow. "Really now?" Interesting that somebody who had no business stuck their nose in again. Mason would gladly be used.

Halfway from the group to the summoned closet, away from the ears of their fellow campers, Eve spun around to walk backwards. She was facing Mason and the rest of the circle was visible just beyond his shoulder. She dropped the over the top seductress act now it was just the two of them, and her smile turned more playful. ā€œDo you want to know if Andyā€™s looking this way and scowling with jealousy?ā€

"Ah, that's who you're stirring and here I thought you were getting attached." Mason smirked strolling after Eve then shrugged in response. He was sure Andy only said those things under the blonde's influence. The daughter of Hecate was probably lunging on her boyfriend now that he wasn't there to "judge her". "I doubt she's doing anything." Probably less of a cock block if he didn't hear about how Andy beamed the moment he walked away.

If he didn't want to know, she wasn't going to say. Upon reaching the cupboard, Eve jumped in first, holding out her hand to pull Mason up then closed the door behind him. ā€œItā€™s a tight squeeze.ā€ After a beat of silence, she let out a genuine snort of laughter at the unintended innuendo. ā€œYou wonā€™t believe me but I genuinely didnā€™t mean that. Your girlfriend couldnā€™t have sprung for the deluxe cupboard?ā€

Mason climbed in after her and she said exactly what he was thinking. He even laughed at the double meaning. Even when he tried to slink himself aside so they could have some breathing space there was barely room between their bodies. Quickly his mood shifted in the comment that followed. He had thought the seductress had come out to play and challenge him to a quickie but if she kept talking about Andy, clearly it wasn't the case. "Princess wants an upgrade, why am I not surprised?" His hand came to rest upon the wall by her head. "We've been closer before. You know I don't bite unless asked."

His free fingers skimmed up and down her side. Wasting their time talking wasn't something he saw himself doing with Eve in a closet for 7 minutes in heaven. "Besides I thought the rumour claimed we were a couple, babe." He smirked. "Speaking of issues, what do you see in that hair model anyway? He's such a stick in the mud." She must have liked a challenge but to him the guy was a damn pole.

Eve let out a mock gasp of surprise. "Careful, that sounds like jealousy. Don't worry we were just swapping hair tips." With a grin she ran her hands up his chest and around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head. "The couch was comfier." She mumbled the last of her words as she leaned in towards him.

He wasn't sure if he leaned in or she did but his mouth was on hers suddenly, opening and closing against Eve's while his hand roamed over her. Mason ran his hand down the back of her thigh and pulled her into his pelvis, grinning on her lips.

Their fooling around brought them around to time and Mason stepped out. Eve's hair wasn't played with much and one could never tell her clothes were messed up since they already had that style, as for himself, he wasn't sure how he came out looking. Mason headed back to his fellow campers, giving a last glance over at Eve who he was very satisfied with.

Eve wandered back to the group, trailing after Mason. She was back into flirty mode ready to put on a show. So when she passed him on her way to grab a drink, she took the chance to run a hand over his back. ā€œCome find me later babe. Wouldnā€™t want you going home alone to an empty cabin.ā€ Of course, she made sure that this happened right in front of where Andy was sitting.

Picking up the discarded bottle Mason threw it to himself and looked over his fellow campers. He smiled a little to himself and approached none other than Liv. "You're up."

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Of course Mason would hand the bottle off to none other but Liv, of whom had insulted him enough over the last two days. She plucked it from his hand with faux gratitude - a quick smile with the tilt of her head. She leaned forward and placed the bottle down, then gave it a spin.

And it spun, and it spun, and it spun. Evelynā€™s mischievous magic sought a connection with someone, but there was none. The motion of the bottle was awkward; the momentum hardly dying down as it should while it searched for a hint of desire from Liv for someone. There was Pete, and that much was obvious since it appeared they arrived together on some sort of sad lonerā€™s date. Yet, there was nothing there of note. Then it slowed, if only for a second, when it came to Wes - a natural choice; the default vessel of desire that pretty much lit a small fire in every woman. Maybe it was Trinity sitting next to him, but itā€™s speed resumed in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it was something else.

The magic latched onto a different kind of desire entirely. Liv didnā€™t seek anything of the flesh, but there was insidious vengeance brewing in her steady downward spiral. It was a seed buried for so long, seemingly watered by the blood that Trinity drew on Olympus and now sprouting into some sort of vile sapling aching to root to something that could help nurture it. It found a tether, and it was an unseeming one - a man that would have the same desire as she did. It was a connection that the pair would not know they had until they had seven minutes alone.

It stopped at Sylas.

Liv canted her head at the brother conversing with his obviously uneasy sister. Naturally, she thought the bottle landed on him by chance, so it was of no concern to her that there was an underlying madness to his game.

She stood and clapped her small hands over her dark jeans, after burying the beer bottle in the sand, to dislodge the debris of the beach that settled on it. She wasnā€™t dressed for this game at all. Nothing about her screamed easy access, and Sylas might as well as believe she is the same prude as his sister. It didnā€™t matter. Rules were rules, and she offered him a quick and snappy smile, ā€œLooks like youā€™re up,ā€ she states, unsuspecting of his nature, and of his intention regarding squeezing two people into a small space. Her demeanor was relatively easy-going, and she turned briskly and headed for the closet.

To say Sylas was surprised at the outcome of that particular spin was an understatement. He paid no mind to the spin once Liv set it off, he was certain it couldn't have landed on him. Yet a clap and some words spoken made him glance over his shoulder in his direction to find the brown glass pointed right at him. Interesting. "It would seem so," he smirked slightly, laying on a little bit of the charm... For the audience, of course. He stood up and downed the rest of the beer before he trailed after the brunette.

ā€œWell, this is going to be one tight squeeze,ā€ she noted to herself and slid through its open doors.

Sylas, a gentleman as always, let her in first. And just before he slipped in himself, he caught the faint sound of glass shattering. Back around the fire, Liam stared daggers at him with blood and beer dripping from his hand. He couldn't help but smirk before sliding into the closet and closing the doors behind him.

Saying it was tight might have been an understatement. Not only was the closet small, but whatever Andy conjured up actually had some clothes and things in it. Well, it was an authentic experience if anything. Sylas's back was against one of the walls while left maybe six inches between the two. He could have just made a move, that's what most people did in his situation. But Liv was giving off strong don't touch me there vibes, plus his curiosity was getting the better of him.

"Well, now that we're alone, I have to ask... Why me?" Sylas quirked a brow as he looked down at Liv. Sure, she didn't know the truth of the charm but he did. And before she could comment about how 'it just landed on him' or anything else, he clarified. "The bottle was enchanted." He smirked slightly. "And after the way you acted at breakfast, I doubt that you're harboring some deep-seeded crush. Although, I would be flattered."

Her brows furrowed in confusion at his inquiry, and as soon as her lips dared to part to utter the exact words he thought she would, he confessed to utilizing some sort of enchantment on the bottle. There was pause - a minute ticked by because she couldnā€™t figure out what that meant. It meant something, and she was a smart woman.

Her head turned just so that she looked at him suspiciously in that way that just barely turned one eye away, then she stepped closer. If closer was a thing, as six inches was pretty much in the intimate zone. Both of her hands rose, and fingers brushed along his neck - her nails gentle against his skin. Sylas raised his jaw, giving her a better view, while his gaze remained fixed on her. Then her hands moved to the collar of his shirt where they tugged gently. He let himself be pulled forward to fill whatever space remained in the closet. His left hand pressed against the wall behind her to stabilize himself. Since he was taller than her, she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. By this time, they were chest to chest, not that she was much to look at.

ā€Let me guess - you wanted to know who people really desired? Cause a bit of drama?ā€ She took a stab at the only conclusion she could come up with - as Mason and Eve were quite the on and off again pairing it seemed.

"Smart," he replied not much louder than a whisper. Sylas was intrigued by this woman before him. No doubt one of the types who doesn't know she attractive, the naive type of modesty. Those type of women either rejected all compliments or melted from them. Yet his curiosity circled around what desire she could have of him. It may not be sexual, but her body language spoke otherwise.

ā€I donā€™t desire you," she said pointedly, and it ended in a manner that would imply there was a ā€˜butā€™ in there somewhere.

"Pity," he said with a smirk.

ā€But maybe thereā€™s a part of me that wants something from you and I donā€™t know it yet,ā€ she kept her tone low, her eyes dropping back to his neck. She didnā€™t know what had happened to him, or who did this - but something in the pit of her stomach begged to find out. ā€Frisky woman or irate peer?ā€

Sylas didn't shift his gaze from Liv's although hers often flicked down to his neck. He kept his head facing downward as he took a fraction of a step forward. His chest pushed against Liv's, pressing her back into the wall. His hands rested against the closet on either side of her, pinning the brunette where she stood. With one word or push he'd back off. But something in the way she acted told him otherwise.

One of Livā€™s hands instinctively reaches behind her, but fails to get to the point where it might cushion her back against her collision with the wall. It just sort of gently clawed at it, as if to find someplace to be since its original intent was missed entirely. The other palm, the fingers now grasping the collar of his shirt tightly in an uncertain way, hardly had any real room to move. He had her strongly sandwiched between himself and the wall.

He lowered his head, his mouth less than an inch from her ear. "Are you sure you want to know?" Sylas's voice was rough and deep. His breath hot on her neck as his the tip of his nose nearly grazed her cheek. "What if I'm a monster?" A deep breath caressed her skin as his lips just barely brushed along the nape of her neck.

She swallowed hard at that; goosebumps peeking along the surface of her flesh as the sultry breath flutters across it. Every logical process in her mind, whatever little of it there was, screamed that she shouldnā€™t listen to him. Yet he never gave her a reason to suspect that he was vile. Then there was that vulnerable side of her - that naive side - that needed something from him. After all, she was rash and temperamental. On her own, sheā€™d not have much success in her quests. Sylas was cunning, obviously, from the way he poisoned this seemingly innocent game with his own need to sew a little discord.

They had but a few minutes left - maybe three, maybe four. It didnā€™t feel as though things were happening as swiftly as they were, especially now that they were so close. She managed to wiggle both of her hands free of their awkward positions, and lowered one so that she was no longer just grasping him, but seizing one of his belt loops to pull him in closer. She rose to the tips of her toes, turned her head so that her lips met his ears, pressed the other palm to the back of his neck, and replied finally, ā€You want to tell me. Sylas, was it?ā€ Another pause before she commenced, ā€You want to tell me because thereā€™s no desire more seductive..ā€ sheā€™d have jerked him closer if it werenā€™t for the simple fact that they were already on top of one another. Livā€™s words come at a seductive tenor - slow and purposefully enunciated. ā€... or more satisfying than vengeance. And if youā€™re a monster, then thatā€™s just what you are. Who am I to change the nature of a beast?ā€

A smirk played across Sylas's face as she pulled him even closer by a belt loop. His head leaned into her whispers. His hands slowly ran down the wall as a soft moan rumbled in his throat at his words. He traced the tip of his nose up her neck and along her jaw until he was mere inches from her face, staring down into her eyes. "Someone close to me disrespected me... So I hurt them." His voice was quiet. And although the sexual tension still radiated from their bodies, his expression was more serious. Sylas was gauging her reaction to this sliver of truth he shared. "The son of Ares was a witness." He didn't elaborate any further. Liv could connect the dots.

If she were reasonable, she'd leave this all alone. There must have been a reason for his violence. Yet his malicious vibes set both alarm bells off, and drew her in at the same time. She said nothing about his confession, but smirked at the thought that it was the Ares kids that locked them in this all-too tight space. ā€Ooo, Ares spawn. What a tether these basic minds couldn't even begin to fathom. Maybe we can...help each other.ā€

Liv would leave it at that, as there was nothing left to say in the short minute or so that was left to them. She brought her hands up to the sides of his face, leaned in, and snagged his lower lip with her teeth. Sylas practically growled at the contact. Sure, she could really use some other intimate contact, but Evelyn's magic lended them only enough time to build to one point. And it had been relatively easy to do, for women like Liv were the most prone to dangerous minds. It was as if she drank in his darkness, and he was happy to see her intoxicated by it. His hands ran down her sides slowly. Then in a swift move, they hooked under her bottom and hoisted her up. She pinned her thighs tightly to his hips and crossed her ankles someplace at the small of his back. There wasn't much time left, definitely not enough to be rid of clothing, but he was going to enjoy what time he did have.

When the seven minutes was finally up, Sylas let out a sigh as he managed to pull himself from her and slowly lower her back down to the ground. They both look a bit disheveled, no doubt taking full advantage of the short time they did have. Sylas's hair went in every direction and it even appear a few buttons of his shirt managed to come undone. And while Liv's hair remained fairly intact, her neck was a road map for his appetite, subtle teeth marks and perhaps a hickey or two. He held the door open for her and trailed after her as they returned to the group. He ran a hand back through his hair, trying to sort it at least a little before he snatched up the bottle. His turn to choose once again. As he took care of that, Liv was straightening her own self

Sylas looked around at all the campers and there were a fair bit who seemed less inclined to play. It seem the trio that was practically attached at the hips had somewhat learned to sever their ties, but the two boys still lingered far from the circle. He smirked, trudging straight out of the circle toward them. Sylas held out the bottle toward Ethan and Heath, cocking his head to the side slightly. "Who comes to a party and doesn't partake in the festivities?" He flipped the bottle in the air, catching it by the neck. He pointed at each of the males with the glass, before holding it out as an offer for either of them to take. "Which one of you will it be then?" One of them had to go. His money was on Rapunzel.

Liv, herself, dipped out of the game so that the bottle wouldn't land on her. Judging by Sylas' explanation of the game, she doubted that it would henceforth. She tucked her hands into her jeans and sought out the shoreline after grabbing a few beers, of which she hugged to her chest with one arm.

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"I guess I should have dressed down for this party," Liv mumbled, and Peteā€™s attention snapped back to her. He settled himself on the sand next to her but with a lot less naturalness. He didnā€™t really understand the appeal of beaches, he was sure his jeans would have sand stuck in their seams for years to come.

ā€œYou dressed up?ā€ He looked out towards the ocean trying to imagine it and failed. Girlā€™s like his sister and Alex who were all dolled up were looking for attention, he couldnā€™t imagine Liv doing the same. Which was why he was suffering sand for her. ā€œI mean I guess you couldā€™ve worn your nice pair of jeans?ā€

"It's fine. I'm used to it by now. I think I am learning that the less I respond, the more people leave me alone. The more I can train, and the less they do while they are all wrapped up in their ridiculous bullshit." Pete laughed. Certainly, from the outside it did all seem a bit ridiculous. The way his sister devoted her whole life to pushing peopleā€™s buttons, he could hardly believe heā€™d once been the same.

He gazed over at Liv where she was lounging comfortable against the sand, as opposed to him who hadnā€™t dared move from his upright posture. ā€œOh, I get it now. You want to win.ā€ Trying to figure out was a nasty habit of Peteā€™s, and as he squinted across at Liv he was in the midst of putting it all together. ā€œOr itā€™s more about being the best.ā€

"Have you ever been to the beach this late at night and actually get in the water? Not just drink and do dumb things like-" Sylasā€™ announcement about 7 minutes, reached them right on cue, as if sheā€™d been able to see it coming. Perfectly illustrating her point about the ridiculousness of their peers. "The gods are probably looking down at us trying to figure out why we would stuff two people in a closet when there are perfectly good cabins to make out in."

He laughed. ā€œAnd in my experience 7 minutes isnā€™t enough time to do any of the fun stuff.ā€ He gazed out at the ocean considering her point, and half hoping her follow up comment wasnā€™t about actually swimming. Pete was a city kid, so heā€™d actually only been to the beach three times in his life, and all three times heā€™d been drunk and the beach had been shit. London wasnā€™t known for tropical weather and pristine beaches. It wouldā€™ve been easy to explain that to Liv, but the thing is, that felt a lot like sharing about himself. And he didnā€™t do that. So instead he shrugged, keeping to his honesty policy. ā€œIā€™ve never swam at a beach.ā€ He glanced over at her with a smirk, as a daughter of Poseidon he was sure that would rankle her. ā€œGo ahead. Add me to the list of murder candidates.ā€

He glanced over to the game getting underway to see Eve jumping in the closet with Mason, of course. She always did get what she wanted. Livā€™s question brought his attention back, "Which gal would you go into a closet with?" Now that was a leading question. He raised his eyebrows and made a thinking noise drawing it out, clearly she was trying to get something out of him.

Luckily he was saved from answering by an approaching brunette. He grinned and leaned towards Liv, making sure he was loud enough to be heard by Alex. ā€œWell, certainly not this one, sheā€™s all trouble.ā€ It was a joke, but also the truth. His gut instinct was that Alex was going to be far more trouble than she was worth, but that didnā€™t stop him grabbing his beer in one hand and rising to his feet. He glanced down at Liv, ā€œSorry, but I suspect this oneā€™s here for me.ā€

Alex greeted Liv before turning to him. "I really need to ask you something in private... some advice." Well, that was an intriguing request, causing him to quirk an eyebrow. However heā€™d been expecting to lead or be led away and was already moving away from Liv.

He took a swig from his beer and motioned with the bottle for her to lead the way. He turned back to Liv for a quick moment giving her a half nod. ā€œNext time then.ā€ He trailed along behind Alex, taking a seat beside her on the log, stretching out his legs. He gazed over Alex, taking in what little her outfit covered, she looked good all dressed up. ā€œIf youā€™re looking for honest outfit advice, yes, I do think that outfit is trying a little too hard. But Iā€™m personally all for it.ā€

She didnā€™t seem impressed by the comment as she ignored him. "In truth... I just wanted to get you by yourself. I'm really glad you came tonight."

Pete raised an eyebrow at that confession as he caught Dukeā€™s eye from across the campfire, he didnā€™t think the Valis protector would be impressed with this. Unable to help himself, with a smirk he leaned in Alex, curving around her to whisper in her ear, ā€œIā€™m afraid you might be the only one who thinks that.ā€

Of course, Alex wouldnā€™t be led around like a toy doll, instead she surprised him by leaning in and pressing her lips to his. Of course, it didnā€™t take long for him to warm up to the kiss. His hand holding his beer came up to rest against her waist, the other one ran over her neck to twist through her hair. She tasted like girly shit.

Like all good things, eventually the kiss ended, and Pete leaned back on the log with a half-smile. Guess they now knew they had good chemistry. ā€œWell, letā€™s do that again sometime.ā€ He finished his beer and rose to his feet. On his way to the bin he just so happened to pass by Duke, such a coincidence. He paused to tap his empty bottle to the other boyā€™s shoulder. ā€œFuck, I forgot. I was supposed to ask for a date first wasnā€™t I?ā€ He laughed as he walked away, ā€œMaybe Iā€™ll get it right next time.ā€

With a fresh bottle of beer in on hand and a lit cigarette in the other, Pete headed towards the beach where heā€™d seen Liv disappear. Of course, he hadnā€™t missed her rumble in the closet with Sylas, of all people. ā€œI thought you held all that shit in disdain?ā€ He waved his beer towards the conjured closet. It annoyed him to see someone he thought as intelligent getting themselves involved with Sylas, but for Pete, it was a far worse crime to be a hypocrite.

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Liv had made it to a lonely section of the beach and buried most of the beer bottles half way into the cooling cradle of sand. Her eyes ventured out to the darkened horizon, then she looked back for a fleeting moment to observe a bonfire that has grown quieter from over here. Then it was back to staring at the water - pensively watching the catspaws ripple beneath the touch of the moon. She bent down to pull off her shoes and socks, and then her jacket was soon to follow. It was never too late for a night time dip in the ocean when no one was really looking.

She had peeled away the frumpy layers of her t-shirt and jeans, as neither of them fit her right anyway. The stupid bitch, Alex, stole away the only person in this whole party that would publically tolerate her. Now that she was so far away from Sylas, it was like coming down from a high. She knew that the monster was there, but she was beginning to second guess if it was worth it. Regardless, she had tugged the clothing off of her form to divulge a one-piece bathing suit that was dark enough for Liv to go relatively unnoticed. If it weren't for the fact that she was pale, she'd have melted into the darkness.

She walked forward after leaving a trail of her clothing behind her, to step into the low tide of the water as it flowed into the beach and then ebbed back out into the ocean again. It was a long while that she stood out there, just looking out and peering - probably searching for something. Maybe it was for her father, of whom never seemed to be there for her when she needed him. Her hand lifted and fingers trailed over her neck, swiftly maneuvering her darkened hair enough to cover up the evidence of Sylas' mouth having been all over it only minutes ago.

She just stared, and stared, and stared, yet nothing came of it. No answers, no father - not even a fucking cute ass dolphin or anything. Nothing but a voice that finally brushed through her contemplative quiet, ā€œI thought you held all that shit in disdain?ā€

She swiveled her gaze to greet him with a small smirk inching over her otherwise thoughtful features, "Is that a bit of jealousy that I am hearing? Would you be more amused if it were you?" But she didn't eally expect much of an answer. "Besides, that bottle could have landed on anyone, and I might as well as get it over before I got it and it pointed at someone totally insufferable. I couldn't imagine being stuck in a closet with, let's say... Alex." She even made kissy faces at him. Was she testing his boundaries, or was she just being coy? It was likely a little bit of both. He could probably smell the fact that she was hiding something. While Sylas was far away, their little closet interaction ignited something in her - that small ember that just needed the right person to stoke it. Certainly the Poseidon girl had her daddy's taste for vengeance and jealousy. Together, they were not good traits.

She gave him her brightest but quickest smile, and then turned to face him. She walked back slowly into the waters, having remembered that he said something about never having swam at a beach.

Well, she can't have that nonsense.

There was a tease in her eyes, but it wasn't that hot sexual energy that one might presume. In fact, Sylas had her pegged - she didn't feel pretty or hot enough to exude it. Instead, it was almost like holding a treat out for a dog, or some other bad metaphor like that, to get it to do something new or maybe even a trick. Further back now, the sea's cool waters embraced her up to her waist, and she held her palms over its surface out at either side of her. "I can tell you a secret, but... you have to want it." It could have been something. It could have been nothing. He probably wouldn't even take the bait, or maybe he was so into Alex that the thought of having a night time dip at the beach with the Camp's pariah child would be damning for their relationship. Whatever it was. "I do solemnly swear that I won't drown you, use my powers, or kiss you. If you're worried about any of that for any reason."

She stopped where she was and waited, head sort of tilted and eyebrows raised slightly. "I mean, unless you're just scared... then...." she shrugged and feigned a dramatically disappointed sigh.

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Pete stood at the exact spot where the waves stopped, not daring to venture out any further to Liv, God forbid he get his boot or any other clothing wet. He already had enough to sand clinging to him to cross off ā€˜beach experienceā€™ on his bucket list. Despite Liv who it seemed had come packed for a swim, having stripped off into a swimsuit, Pete had no intention of doing anything so outdoorsy.

"Is that a bit of jealousy that I am hearing? Would you be more amused if it were you?" He raised an eyebrow and took a drag out his cigarette, refusing to respond to such a comment designed to stir things up. A seven minute romp in a cupboard was hardly something to be jealous of, Liv was right about one thing, there were spacious cabins if you were that way inclines.

If Pete were a meddling type, heā€™d offer advice to stay away from Sylas, but he wasnā€™t. He believed strongly in leaving everyone to do whatever the fuck they want to, heā€™d watch someone walk head first into traffic without a second glance. Itā€™s a clean way of living that heā€™s perfected.

"Besides, that bottle could have landed on anyone, and I might as well as get it over before I got it and it pointed at someone totally insufferable. I couldn't imagine being stuck in a closet with, let's say... Alex." He watched her pull kissy face with a tolerance he usually reserved for his sister. He wasnā€™t going to react, he had a feeling Liv was already trying to get a good read on him, and he knew from experience that getting people to react was the fastest way to figure them out. Besides he was too busy trying to figure Liv out, there was something off here, she seemed different, a bit more defensives.

He glanced back up the beach to where Alex chatted with Duke. ā€œNeither can I, if Iā€™m being truly honest.ā€ There just seemed far too much of Alex to ever actually contain, in a cupboard or otherwise, and he wasnā€™t sure whether he should like that or not. He glanced back at Liv in her swimsuit, ā€œBut hey, Sylas got you to strip down.ā€ He held up his beer bottle in mock salute.

As if remembering the beach and her original intentions, Liv started walking backwards into the waves. It was clear in her eyes she was teasing him. "I can tell you a secret, but... you have to want it." She was trying to lure him out, but having been on the front liens of Eveā€™s manipulations, he knew it lacked some finesse. Or perhaps confidence. Still he found himself locked where he stood looking out at her with curiosity in her vision. He was always far too consumed with secret chasing, a habit of his upbringing.

"I do solemnly swear that I won't drown you, use my powers, or kiss you. If you're worried about any of that for any reason." She added on once she was deep enough for the water to brush her waist. She clearly sensed that he was standing on the fence about the whole swimming thing.

He let out a short laugh. ā€My mother taught me to ever trust anyoneā€™s word.ā€ Pete didnā€™tā€™ swim, something about it felt far too outdoorsy for him, but he found the secret part of her temptation compelling, and her, if he was being honest. He glanced at Alex again, kissing one girl, then jumping into the ocean with another one minutes later. His sister would be the one to adore this situation, not him.

That wasnā€™t an answer and Liv knew it as she waited for him with raised eyebrows. "I mean, unless you're just scared... then...." She even gave out a large dramatic sigh.

He let out a matching sigh, though his was one of defeat. He was about to reach down to unlace his boots, when his forgotten cigarette, now burned down to the butt, singed his finger. With a curse, he dropped the butt, snuffing it out with his shoe. He glanced back up at Liv waiting for him so expectantly and he laughed at himself, though the sound was bitter. He had just been about to actually strip off and go swimming for a girl and a measly secret. He looked out at Liv and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even further. His voice wasnā€™t unfriendly, but it was meant to end the conversation about him swimming. ā€œIā€™m not one of your sea creatures who can be cajoled into performing.ā€

He took a step back, moving away from her and the water. ā€œAnd I donā€™t give a toss about your secret. Tell it to the fishes. Or my sister, Iā€™m sure sheā€™d love it.ā€ With a shrug he stay to down the last of his beer before he wandered back to the party to grab another one.

It wasnā€™t until he was cracking to top of his next beer that he begun to regret how heā€™d probably pissed off the only person who tolerated him, and he liked. He didnā€™t count Alex since he wasnā€™t sure they did like each other, it was complicated. Anyone else probably would have just gone swimming.

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He let out a short laugh. "My mother taught me to ever trust anyoneā€™s word." Pete said, and she gave him a slow single-shouldered shrug that accompanied her upper teeth being dragged across her lower lip with her head cocked just slightly. There was the hint of a smile there; the kind that sort of reached the eyes, but not warmly - just a tad devious.

"Smart mother," she commended and watched what she thought was going to be this performance he was so adamant about being against. Liv didnā€™t have the seductive siren technique down, so her hopes had been relatively low in regards to getting anyone to do anything she wanted. That, and she was a bad liar, and to think she could pull a curtain over anyoneā€™s eyes was laughable.

So when his next remarks came, they were expected. He didnā€™t trust her, and there had been no reason for him to do so. She was just some woman that probably dragged him to a party he had little interest in attending anyway. "Iā€™m not one of your sea creatures who can be cajoled into performing."

"No, youā€™re not. If only I were so clever," Liv assured him. As if he needed it. Yet, while she didnā€™t have the manipulation skill that could rival certain godly offspring, something must have struck a chord in him. He clearly didnā€™t like Sylas, as she conclusively and quietly drew from the fact that he seemed pissed about the closet, accused her of undressing for him, and left certain inquiries unanswered. So, whilst he thought that perhaps he hadnā€™t given any secret away, this one was clear as day.

''And I donā€™t give a toss about your secret. Tell it to the fishes. Or my sister, Iā€™m sure sheā€™d love it," he resisted if there was anything really tugging him to meet her out there in the first place. He had her pegged for zero confidence, and he saw right through it. Besides, she never had a secret. Not one that she was willing to share anyway.

When he began to step away she just gave him a quick wave. "You almost followed me in. I suspect that I will see you later," she suggested, then turned her back on him just as he did her. It wasnā€™t like her to keep company anyway, and that was perfectly fine with her. She eventually dipped into the water and disappeared from sight. The Poseidon girl enjoyed the loneliest place in the world, and that was the sea. It was even more solitary at night, or so it seemed.

Liv swam far, far away from the party with the thought that no one would notice that she had abandoned them entirely. Fingers broke the surface, scrambling for a slipper, moss-covered stone that made up only a sliver of a craggy shoreline. She pulled herself up and out of the sea completely, and slid onto it until there were only her feet left dangling in the water. She looked across the distance to watch the bonfire from afar, as it was barely just a brightly burning spot with white smoke that snaked up into the dark sky.

"Looking for me, Liv?" a voice came from beside her, and when she turned to look in its direction, she saw her father there.

"Well, gods forbid that you be present for once in your life. I'm only your offspring. Or is it just your parental obligation that you see me only when I am dying?" her eyes rolled, and she leaned back to press her hands against the cool stone. Her gaze was instantly diverted elsewhere, having no real interest in looking at Poseidon.

The god took no pleasure in being talked down to like that. Especially not by a woman, of all things.This was his offspring, and she wasn't even one of the kids he wanted. He had fathered better than her. "You don't get to talk to me like that, girl," he scolded her bitterly, and sounded very much close to drowning her in the sea.

"Father of the Year right here," she scoffed, swinging her gaze back to the distant party.

"Maybe if you'd stop whining and insulting me, you'd get somewhere." His gaze followed her own and it makes his head shake. "The Zeus children are getting extra time with their father on Olympus, and the Hades child has been left without his father. It is time for you to shine if that is at all possible. You can't do that making out with boys in closets and trying to seduce lowly Demigods. You're supposed to be better than that, but you're not. Pathetic. You're as pathetic as the day you were born. The Ares child should have just done away with you."

"I am not pathetic, Father. If one could even call you that. You're just upset that you're not the star of this show, hmm? Left to dwell while the Zeus versus Hades story plays over, again and again, leaving you where? Nowhere. No one even thinks about you." she turned her head toward him, eyes narrowed into vicious slits. His insults were hurtful, and she already began to feel the rise of spite as he continued to let her know about her worthlessness.

Poseidon didn't want to be known for having such weak offspring. It was not like him to sit idly by and watch the Zeus children, of all them, walk around with their silver spoons and golden crowns. Liv needed a firm reminder as to whose child she was - and that was his. That was supposed to mean something, but she didn't know it. He didn't think she cared, either. Poseidon's personality, his pride and his sense of entitlement, would lend her very little room for failure in any way. "Insults, insults. You're my child, and if you don't start taking on the responsibility of it, then you will be condemned to live your life as pathetically human. You can control the seas, the earth - but I'm not going to give it to you. You are here to prove that you deserve it. If not, well then, it's back home for you. You won't even remember that you had a chance to be something other than ordinary, but you will always have that feeling."

Those were his parting words, for as soon as she looked back from wherever her attention had gone off to, he was gone. She was alone, again, her jaw tense and fingers gripping the stone so hard that it cracked one of her fingernails.

She finally ended up swimming back after some time. How long had gone by? A half-hour, maybe. She rose from the depths and began her walk out and back onto the sandy shore where the party was. She bent down and grabbed her clothes, threw them over her shoulders, and tried to escape back to her cabin before she was seen. She didn't even notice that she left her shoes behind, but then again... who fucking cares about shoes?

Why couldn't she have that type of parent that gives hugs and soothing fatherly advice like everyone else? It didn't really help that they were both far more alike than they were not.

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Nothing says "I hate dad" more than a little bit of angsty rebellion. Right? Liv's steps carried her up the stairs, onto her porch, and then through the door of her cabin. Her sopping wet feet, now caked in soggy dirt, leaves, and other debris that attached to their undersides, tracking all over typically clean floors.

She'll take care of that later. For now? Clothes. She tugged things off and stripped until she left a trail of clothing in the wake of her bitter stomp toward her bedroom. Shirt. Skirt. Underwear. Bra. You name it - it's occupying the floor. She wasn't the messy type, but her mind was going a million miles an hour. It was... beginning to feel like everything had just suddenly clicked. There was no place for certain types of people - for girls that talked to dolphins or meditate on the beach. That's not what Poseidon wanted. She just allowed people to stomp all over her. For the Zeus child to do as she pleased, for her own father to show up when he felt like showing up. It's all annoying, and she found herself agitated by all these thoughts.

Hands carelessly pulled open her closet door; nearly removing them from their already feeble hinges. The gods only know how many times she's been in this spot - angry all of the sudden. Annoyed. Needing to do something to someone but incapable of doing so. One by one, articles of clothing flew off of their hangers and onto the floor or the bed. She finally picked her nightclothes and pulled them on.

Of course, she had brought some beers along with her. Of which had been promptly tossed onto the bed leaving only one in her hand to be drawn from while the angst of being Poseidon's unfortunate spawn took her over.

Liv looked herself over in the mirror, standing there as she judged herself from sole to crown. Her head tilted this way and that, acknowledging all those flaws - both physical and emotional - that seemed to be embodied in this sad, small, unimportant body. She didn't look like a daughter of Poseidon. Did she? She didn't feel like one. She deserved a bit more than just his genes - she deserved his pride and paternity. "Sometimes certain qualities have to die in order for others to shine," she reasoned with herself as polished off the beer in her hand. She crushed the can in her palm, tossed it over her shoulder, and dipped into the bathroom.

A good how-to guide, some music, and a not-so-great pair of scissors snipped away at her hair. The thick dark strands fell into the sink sort of like they do in the movies. It's a cliche move, but there's a reason why. Sometimes a little physical alteration created a sense of newness. The long hair made her feel... like the sort of kind Liv that people sort of knew and took advantage of. The short hair, however, made her feel... older... wiser. It was hard to describe. She wasn't particularly good at it, but she could forgive the odd uneven strands and opt for styling it away later. For now, she snipped away until her hair hovered just above her shoulders. She left everything in the sink - hair, scissors, the remnants of her insecurities. The hesitance. The thoughts that she could easily be some welcome mat for other people.

She's a fucking daughter of Poseidon. That had to mean sometimes, and it's high time that it did. If it meant that others had to be crushed in the wake of her journey of self-discovery, then oh, well. She didn't come to Camp Athens to make friends, and she certainly has done well at keeping everyone at an arm's length.

So, while everyone partied, Liv drank another beer, popped open her journal, and constructed a training plan for the following morning. She would never rival her father's favored sons if she was standing around hating Pete for abandoning her at the beach, or Alex for thinking she could just cut into whatever she wanted. She'll be damned if Trinity thinks she can just beat the shit out of her without thinking twice the next time. Things had to change. Liv had to change. It wasn't going to be a pleasant change, nor would it be an easy one. Yet, she could feel the hatred, jealousy, and haughty desire flow through her like it was there all along - it just needed to be fueled.

Poseidon watched her, as he sometimes does with his children. She'll be glad that he isn't a doting father. None of these Demigods were going to give her anything of value. If she wanted a place of power later, concentrating on herself more would suit her. Even if that means she was on her own.

Liv cleaned her cabin shortly thereafter and fell asleep. She'd have to be up early tomorrow to beat the others to the training area, and maybe even to snatch a moment of peace at the beach.

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The first thought in her head was not of sleepiness, but of motivation. She wasn't here at camp to make friends or to coax cute boys into the ocean for a swim. She sat up, swung her legs over to the edge, and peered blankly at the mirror. She tried to put on a small smile, but she couldn't. The image staring back at her was stoic, embracing the truth of her volatile, violent, and selfish genetics. It was about that time, and she wasn't going to be able to hide this under false platitudes and gestures forever. She thought she had genuinely cared about people, but the truth was simple - people left, some girls were bitches, and most guys just likes redheads, and apparently really, really, really selfish and off the path women. Sad.

This whole camp was a sad bunch of warped Godly chromosomes that could hardly compare to their mothers and fathers. They were hardly Demigods at all, and this isn't high school.

She pulled herself off the bed and stretched a bit. As her eyes ventured toward a window, she noted that the morning was still quite young which meant that everyone would likely still be asleep. That's great, really. Then she could hit the gym without the Gymbro Liam hogging up all the weights like he owned the place. Gods, he was a real asshole and she would really benefit from putting him in the ground.

She peeled away the thin layers of her nightwear, then went through her gym clothes. She tugged all of that on and topped out with a thin jacket, slipped into her tennis shoes, ran her fingers through her now short hair, grabbed her gym bag, and made her way on out of her cabin.

Along the way, she'd pass by a couple of scenes. There was Liam at the door waving around a ridiculously small sports bra and some shorts. She was surprised that he wasn't waving around a thong, too. There were the little weather girl and Sloane, neither of whom she knew very well at all. Liam's dog. That thing did not like her. In fact, Rocco parked at her as she moved down the path. Rocco knew better than to come up to her though. He could probably sense that she'd kick his stupid puppy face.

She pressed further, veering off into the one place that very few campers - other than Liam, dared to venture. The gym. It was peaceful here with no one around to bother her. She dropped her back on the ground near the squat rack and began to load up the plates. Once the bar was around 100 pounds, she braced herself under it, walked it out, and did her thing.

She forgot how good it felt to hit the weights. Some things had forced the gym to the back of her mind - like everything going on here. All the drama. The boys that are unnecessarily hot. The girls that are unnecessarily bitchy.

Who was she in all of this, though? That question's been bugging her since her last meet with daddy dearest, and she still isn't any closer to the answer than she was when she first got to Camp. What was her role supposed to be as Poseidon's daughter? He wasn't a kind god. He wasn't loved. He wasn't really admired. His qualities were only the worst of the traits. It was surprising that any goddess would marry him, much less give him offspring. He's an awful god with an equally monstrous temper, and Liv could almost feel the same vengeful desires insidiously rolling through her veins.

She turned around to pace toward her gym bag, grab a towel, and dabbed her sweaty face and chest. As she wiped her face down with the towel, she caught a thought on its way to fleeing right outside of her mind - maybe violence, vengeance, and anger was the answer to why she is not yet as great as she could be. She's been... a bit dour for far too long. Liv had allowed all the things that happened to her in the past to make her feel less than or subdued. She should be mad at the people that have wronged her - the boys that left her for dead, Trinity for beating the shit out of her, Alex for just being a - well, you know - bitch.

Liv thought that maybe, just maybe she could tap into something she had never been able to do. As the bitterness swelled in her body and mind, she dropped the towel and raised her hands up to her sides. She closed her eyes, balled up her fists, and thought of the people in her life that had wronged her the most. She imagined that they were something she needed to destroy - images in her head that needed to be defeated. For a few moments, there was nothing. She focused harder, gritted her teeth, pictured them dying. The gym's floor began to rumble and weights and equipment fell onto the floor or toppled over. But that was it - just a small display of power, hardly enough to rouse the entire Camp. She wasn't going to suddenly learn how to make incapacitating earthquakes in the span of one thought.

Poseidon watched Liv from the comfort of his own underwater palace through a tall mirror. His arms were crossed over his chest and his head was tilted. Yet, there was a slight smile creeping over his features. Yes, she should embrace everything he is. And she would, soon. Very soon. He waved the image of his daughter away and called upon his chariot. He hadn't visited Mount Olympus since the botched Trial of Alex. Maybe today was a good time while some gods were occupied with their troublesome children.

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ImageMorning came and the Valis cabin was soundless and Duke had a desire to be productive with his time. He couldn't wake them up if they were sleeping and he couldn't wait around. In fact, the invite to Olympus slipped his mind, too flooded with last night's drama instead.

Duke stopped by his own cabin to get dressed for a workout and to flex his powers then he was off to the gym. It was his ideal destination, though upon arrival he saw someone else had the same thoughts. Only the area had been upturned, equipment on the floor, hardly anything left standing upright. After a moment of studying the scene, his eyes fell on Liv at the centre of it all. "Hey," he said, more as a way of announcing his own presence than a proper greeting.

The builder in him ached to sort the mess out but he couldn't bother returning the weights or cleaning up since she might not have finished in whatever it was she was doing. Being destructive by appearance. It wasn't exactly an accident when that much stuff was knocked over. But some demigods didn't have gentle powers to exercise. Duke stepped forward from the entry. "Do I bother to ask what's on your mind?" Liv was no open book but for whatever it might have been worth, his offer was there. He was actually a decent listener and her a decent girl.

Duke walked around the gym itching to use the equipment and make the most of downtime because like his peers, he had his own pent up energy to rid. But that depended on the company. "Do you want to do some resistance exercises then head outside to try your powers?" Coming from the likes of Duke it might have sounded like he was trying to move her along and kick her out, but it was an invite to train together. For her to display her powers in a more sensible environment, anywhere really except the gym and him to play with fire.

Pointedly, Duke began to gather the weights and replace them. Of course, by some resistance exercises, he meant the human version of quickly readjusting the equipment before some staff member or other demigod decided to have an input. The daughter of Poseidon wasn't one to fall into an obligation of doing anything so she could have been staring or walking away for all he knew. When he got to a barbell with a few bulky weights on its end he froze in thought. "Liv, a hand please." He hoped he was still graced with her presence because he'd take an eye roll, a sigh, a remark to see her lift this bar. Emptying a little gas from her tank couldn't hurt.

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There she was, eventually standing in the midst of her own mini-chaos that sort of mirrored her emotions right about now. Liv closed her eyes, braced her back against a wall and rubbed the palm of her hand down her face. A sigh passed through her lips, and she tilted her head back and fought the urge to continue on this destructive path. Admittedly, it felt so good to have this kind of disastrous power just lurking somewhere waiting to be fully unleashed. That sigh turned into a bit of quiet laughter, now that she was daring to embrace the ruinous nature of being Poseidon's daughter.

Why the fuck not? Alex was free to kill and harm people, right? Free to do as she pleases to whom she pleases, and that was the most irritating thought. Then there was Trinity, the Camp's volatile powerhouse just laying out whoever pisses her off just a little bit. If those two women could be bad, then perhaps there was no harm in being worse. Liv wasn't going to be a beaten dog, and she certainly didn't like that certain people were forgiven no matter what they did. The justice in this world, with the gods - it felt biasedly... weighted more heavily on one side than the other. If she spent the next few days, weeks even, working on her deadly ability, those girls would think twice in the future.

Oh, but for now, Liv has to put her good girl face on as Duke enters the gym in its calamitous state. Not that she minded, of course. He wasn't bad company from what she could discern on their little Pegasus ride from Olympus. It was just unfortunate that she had other issues to take care of before they could properly engage. She pushed herself off of the wall, put on that veneer of meek innocence, and let him have the first word.

"Do I bother to ask what's on your mind?" He inquired, and she offered him a light smile as she bent down to pick up some of the displaced weights. Now, she wasn't Trinity or Alex, so she'd probably have to leave the obscenely heavy ones for Duke or maybe Liam later when he hogs the gym.

"Well, Duke - that depends on if you genuinely want to know," she responded with the shrug of a single shoulder as she placed the dumbbells in their rightful spot.

"Do you want to do some resistance exercises then head outside to try your powers?" He then asked, and she shook her head at the weight training. "I am not really a weights kind of girl, but I won't stop you from getting under the barbell." That was almost a tease as if to imply that she'd love to watch him try to get under a barbell. Of course, that meant he would have to pull off the plates that Liam used because that asshole never put anything back.

"Alex isn't with you?" She then asks, aware of his attachment to the girl - or rather, her attachment to him. Either way. Whichever it was. "I really don't feel like getting deep into conversation and training only for her to steal you away, as she often does with my other conversational partners. What is it with some people that they feel they are so entitled? It's annoying." There was a sharp tinge of resentment in her usual kind tone, but only for a few seconds.

"Liv, a hand please," Duke requested, and while Liv wasn't going to lift a barbell with all those plates on it, she did know how to remove them properly. The daughter of Poseidon placed two smaller plates on the ground, the 25-pound ones. Then she beckoned for Duke to help her roll the barbell on top of them which would, in turn, help with the ease of wiggling the plates that were not touching the floor any longer off. She'd do that, then lift up her end to remove the last plate and let Duke take care of his end. She'd let him, on his own, pick the barbell up and place it on the rack. He can lift forty-five pounds. She believed in him.


She turned to face him, head tilted after she combed her hands through her hair now styled in a short bob, and smiled again, "You know, I've been meaning to train with someone like you. If you think about it, you're kind of like the Yin to my Yang in terms of godly power." With the gym in better shape than before Duke had entered, she started to leave with him likely walking beside her.

"I hope you like the beach," she turned her head to him, her teeth biting her lower lip and eyebrows both lifting a couple of times kind of comically. It wasn't really a seductive move, but more like... fire didn't cope so well with water. "Oh, and swimming. You never know when you might need to save yourself from drowning..." she accidentally added that last part as more or less an ominous murmur, but she didn't address it at all or even care. If she had to do something drastic, maybe some of the people she liked could save themselves. Fuck the rest of them. They could drown.

Some part of her hoped these emotions were just temporary - just that part of her that was back and forth between happy, sad, and anger. Yet, it seemed the longer she stayed, the more permanently certain emotions ruled her.

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Image "Alex isn't with you?" He stopped what he was doing to look at her, insulted at first maybe then just shrugged. She certainly wasn't in his pocket and with Alex, you knew when she was around. "I really don't feel like getting deep into conversation and training only for her to steal you away, as she often does with my other conversational partners. What is it with some people that they feel they are so entitled? It's annoying."

Despite the irritation shining in her voice, he smiled slightly. "I couldn't tell you." He knew it existed but why people threw their nose in the air and thought they could away with what they wanted. "Maybe it's a new hobby? Which is a lesser evil." Better than fighting and hurling lightning at someone anyway.

With Liv's aid he got the gym back in shape, including the heavier barbell and weights attached. It wasn't a big deal but still, he drew away glancing at her. "Do you know what's sad about that?" he pointed to the barbell. "That's the greatest display of teamwork I've seen in a while." Like he said, sad.

He naturally fell in step with the daughter of Poseidon as she headed out. "You know, I've been meaning to train with someone like you. If you think about it, you're kind of like the Yin to my Yang in terms of godly power."

He nodded his head side to side. "It's not the worse idea. Besides, I suppose your options are pretty limited if you're looking to train with the opposite elements." Behind his mock approval and smile there was uncertainty. Duke was always up for a challenge and bettering himself and others but there were a lot of variables when exercising their yin/yang powers.

As if to make matters worse, she turned to him. "I hope you like the beach," she said with a ridiculous gesture yet somehow wicked. They were going to walk right into her advantaged territory were they? She muttered something else, that Duke only half caught about swimming. He trusted pools and lakes but a beach had tides of varying strengths and this beach now had a daughter of Poseidon to rule it.

"That's cute, Liv. Tell me what do you get out of being in home-field advantage? Because I'm starting to feel a little like this training is more for me." Of course he didn't mind being challenged because most the time you could only evolve from failure. Or drown in this specific instance.

They drifted to the set destination and Duke's pace unwillingly slowed in the sand and he crossed his arms. He couldn't quite decide entirely whether he trusted Liv or not. In his eyes, she was one of the more mature demigods but there was something about her. The muttering that sounded like threats, the state of the gym...

He lifted a hand trying to summon a small flame. Some assurance that his powers hadn't suddenly left him. It was only heat at first giving him time to frown then his fingers lit up with flame, flickering uneasily in the beach breeze and damper conditions. He closed his fist extinguishing them before they disappeared by other means. Then his eyes wandered over to Liv. In a show to overcompensate his hesitance, Duke walked straight for the water. He took off his shoes and shirt, dumping them on the sand and marched through the dreaded element until it turned into wading his way further away from the shore. If the tide picked up or a powerful wave came then he'd be in a bit of trouble but it was manageable for now. Beaches normally had patterns to follow.

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So there they were, in the domain of Liv. This was, perhaps the one place where she felt unconquerable, but her father's deeply scathing words had made her feel like she didn't belong in the majesty of the deep blue. Yet, as she stood in the sand and the crisp morning ocean breeze hit her nostrils, she was reminded that this was her space. No one could take away anything from her while she was here. Not even daddy dearest. Especially him.

Having seemingly gone from sweet to unabashedly deviant, she let her eyes roam when he pulled his shirt off. After all, she's a woman that could admire a man's body, and he was offering her the view - whether he believed so or not. Liv was very unashamed about it.

"Such a shame, really," she spoke, gently placing a fingernail between her teeth as she stares him down, but fails to offer any context for her commentary.

Once he turned his back toward her to begin his valiant march toward the gentle tides of the shore, that amiable smile of hers departed. It was as if, in that very moment, thoughts slipped into her mind that were of ill intent. She spared a glance over both of her shoulders, checking to make sure that there were no witnesses to anything. The gods may be watching, and maybe they should because anything could happen here, and no matter what Duke wanted to bravely tell himself - water always triumphs over fire. Always.

After she kicked off her shoes and peeled away her leggings, she was in nothing but her sports bra and some dark underwear. She didn't mind at all because she had better things to think of, and he's probably seen a woman's body before. It's nothing surprising. That, and Liv has never been anything worth staring at for a long period of time. She's petite and short, and all those womanly curves could hardly compete with your average woman.

She slowly walked to the shoreline, dipping her toes in to test the temperature. Warm as always. Then she began to slip further in, and when she could submerge herself - even if she could still stand - she dipped under the water. The way she swam was quiet yet swift, and before Duke knew it, the moment he thought to look down he'd see a full head of hair emerging from the surface followed by Liv rising in rather close proximity to him. Nearly touching, actually. No personal space granted. Everything about this picture looked really wrong from afar, and if a certain pair of eyes saw it - well, Liv might be sitting in a trial of her own. What was he going to do about it? Go back further into the ocean he's so scared of? Maybe that's what she secretly wanted - to be trouble because being good wasn't getting her in her father's good graces. She wanted to learn more, do more, and unfortunately that meant changing for the worse.

It wasn't until she was up close to him that she could appreciate that he is taller than her. Broader, too. She's so tiny compared to so many people here, but size wasn't everything. He'd learn that in a few minutes, but first she has to get something off of her chest since it is just them two. She doesn't quite know why, but she feels like Duke can be trusted.

"My father says that I'm not the daughter that he wanted. That... I could never be better than his sons," she began, tilting her head slightly to look the man in his eyes. That is, if he hadn't run out of the water yet. "I found myself wondering what kind of person my father wishes me to be. Then it dawned upon me as I watched my conversational partner be stolen, when I was having a good time - or when I was just trying to be a decent person. I let you all walk over me." As the words leave her lips, she pressed her chest against him to begin forcing Duke to step back. They had a long way to go before there was a sudden drop off and he would have to swim, but for now... she's just making some things perfectly clear. "First, Trinity, then Alex... and who's going to be next? I suppose that I've been going about dealing with you all the wrong way. Gods fear my father, and... I am beginning to believe that the iron fist rules mightiest than the velvet glove."

The daughter of Poseidon continued to press him further and further into the deep. She stopped them both just as the reached that sweet spot where she knew one more step back would feel like the ground has sunken beneath his feet, and then he will be in real trouble. Everyone here always expected that they would drown from her power, but the ocean is so much more than just water. Something... undeniably serpentine made a pass at one of his ankles, and by the way it slid across his flesh it was certainly something long and threatening.

She lifted a hand to the side of his face and cupped it gently, "Oh, Duke - there's so much more to fear than drowning. The children of Poseidon command all in the sea's domain." Then she pushed him against his chest hard, hopefully to send him plummeting into the water because there is no more ground to walk on. As his body submerges, he'd find a nightmarish swarm of sea snakes - long, venomous, schooling like a dark cloud in the deep blue.

She turned away from the scene, content that news of this might reach the ears of the people she'd like for it to. Yet... she trusted him, for some reason, and maybe he wasn't one of them. She turned back around, watched the scene unfold, and found herself curious about how he would handle it. If she should intervene. If she was too harsh. She didn't know - her emotions were mixed. He'd be a good ally to have if anything were to happen, but she had already spilled everything out her mouth in a horribly threatening way, and he must know that she meant every word of it.

Regardless, he wanted training, so here it is - snakes, drowning, and a potentially wicked Poseidon daughter in the making.

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Wes wasn't sitting alone for long before Trinity passed Sloane off to Liam and decided to sit beside him. "Isnā€™t this nice? Demigods training to fight and defend themselves with powers."

He let out a soft sigh, with an eye roll, even though he still had a smile on his face. "You know, you're not subtle."

Trinity didn't seem to be letting the conversation end there. She turned around and took ahold of his hand, gripping it tightly. "Lie to me at least and tell me youā€™ll use your abilities on threats."

He knew she was just worried about his well being in the face of imminent danger. The last time they were in a battle for their lives he lost an arm, and he could tell she was worried he'd lose more... like his life. "I used them during capture the flag on that hellhound didn't I?" It wasn't the answer she was looking for, but it was something. He recalled using his abilities during the last battle as well. Although not much. Trin wanted him to be a warrior... but he just wasn't.

"Since weā€™re here how about you teach me something. Anything," she said with a smile.

Wes sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Being put on the spot and told to teach someone something is like being asked to tell someone about yourself. Where the hell do you start? It usually just leaves the person blank with no idea what to say. And that's where he was. "Hell, I have no idea. I could teach you how to introduce yourself in French. But it's nothing spectacular or helpful."

"You could probably teach Sloane a thing or two. Liam reckons she needs confidence and I feel like you'd be good at drawing that out of her." Jesus she was determined that day. It wasn't a new conversation. Hell, Trin has been trying to convince Wes to use his powers for over a year now. He admired her determination, but he didn't like messing with people's free will. He wasn't gifted with the ability to manipulate water or fire... but people. And that didn't sit right with him.

"Liam doesn't know the first thing about reading people." Wes laughed weakly. "I don't think her confidence is the problem... She's scared. I can feel it when I'm around her." He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

For a long moment, Trinity's gaze shifted to the training. Wes on the other hand was trying not the pay attention to it, but as he heard the harsh words Liam said toward Sloane, he winced. There was nothing more frustrating then people trying to force you to fight back. He knew that struggle all to well. The blonde beside him often trying to insight that in him. But Liam was making it personal. He supposedly cared for this girl, from what Wes could tell, yet the way he spoke to her. The idiot might have gone three steps forward defending Sloane from her brother, but talking to a women you care about like that would send him four steps back. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Trinity took their joined hands and brought them into her lap. But it was when she cleared her throat that he looked over at her. "You know your other friend suggested I help her with her own emotions? Umm, Iliana. I think you should start offering your service as a counsellor or trainer so people know you're the productive one."

"I don't know if I'm the one people should look to for guidance when it comes to controlling their emotions. Sure, I can tell people how to talk to a girl... or not too, in Liam's case. But, I don't have control over my emotions. Maybe hide them better than some on occasion. But... I don't know if it's possible to control emotions. Powers aside. We feel what we feel. Good or bad."

But the topic didn't keep their attention for long. They were both looking back to the training in front of them. It was uncomfortable. "What do you think of this? Who are you taking if things go south?"

Wes sighed. "I think your brother doesn't have a clue how to talk to women." Wes laughed slightly, but it was a serious conversation. If this went south quickly, they'd both have to be ready to act. "Liam, probably. He's stronger than me, but if I could get a hand on him I could calm him down."




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Sylas watched as Evelyn struggled between him and the counter. Not to break free, but it was like she was trying with everything in her power not to look at him. "I'm uninhibited around you. It's thrilling and I feel insatiable and vigorous." He liked the sound of that. It nearly made him smirk, before he caught himself. There was a 'but' coming. There always was. "Youā€™re forbidden desires wrapped in one package. I should stay away....I should."

Her words said she should. Yet, her hand found its way to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. Evelyn shifted up to her tiptoes, bringing her closer while she pulled him down toward her slightly. But then she froze. "You should," he said quietly in agreement as his hands fell from her sides.

Evelyn's hands still rested on his chest, but not in an affectionate way, instead requiring space. Sylas didn't argue and took a step back. "Let me summarise this. You so charmingly implied you may want me to stay, but you admit you are dangerous, and I should do the exact opposite. You can see how that's rather cruel of you."

"Yes. It is," he agreed as he looked down at her. She was not wrong and in this brief moment of truth, he would not argue it.

"You are wickedly tempting. But you already know that donā€™t you?" And then she smirked, raising a brow.

Sylas couldn't help but chuckle softly. "I've heard rumor."

"Now, unless you plan on keeping us cooped up all day, Iā€™m going to go fulfill other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before thereā€™s a chance of burning more daylight."

He would have been happy spending the entire day in bed, but he wouldn't argue. Sylas stepped aside and let her pass, although he smirked, just slightly, at her hand that lingered upon his stomach. He watched her head toward the door, but didn't follow.

Evelyn stopped just before she exited and looked back to him. "Thank you again for...everything."

Sylas nodded his head as he lightly crossed his arms over his chest. "Any time." And he meant it.

Once she opened the door, Evelyn said her fair wells and closed the door behind her, leaving Sylas standing half naked, staring at the exit. He waited there for a moment or two longer, in case she changed her mind and came back in. But when he realized she wasn't returning, he sighed and finally decided to move. He made his way back to his bedroom where he let his gaze linger on the disheveled bed for a moment, before he stripped out of his clothing and wondered into the shower.




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Sloane stood there, like a spectacle, waiting as Liam slowly made his way over to her. She didn't like being the center of attention. And with him standing before her like an oppressive giant, she found herself feeling smaller than she has before. He didn't say anything. So, she neither did she.

Then it seemed like everything got quieter. Liam began to breathe heavily as the air around him grew heavy. It was like all the hairs on the back of her neck raised and a cold chill ran down her back. But Sloane's gaze couldn't leave Liam. She just stood there in silence and watched him change before her. He was panting, his chest raising and falling with labored breaths. The veins protruded from his arms and neck.

It was a strong wave that slammed into her like a tsunami. It made her want to retreat. And she thought about it until Liam spoke. "Don't run," he said almost robotically.

Sloane could feel his tendrils trying to worm their way into her mind. Maybe if her constitution was weaker. If she couldn't control emotions or manipulate others with her powers it might have effected her more. Perhaps even caused memories and visions of the past to flood into her mind. It was like something inside her was scratching at the walls, trying to get out. It was fighting to make her scared or angry, perhaps both. It was a strong sensation. Her breathing grew heavier as she tried to keep it at bay and remain calm.

"Look at yourself," he demanded of her. Liam's voice was cold and harsh. The words were sharp enough to make her double take and snap out of whatever magical hold he had on her. "Look at all the ways you've made yourself a victim. You. Not your brother, not me. You make yourself weak. No one else can do that for you. Who are you, Sloane? Is this the real you? Is this how you're going to live the rest of your life?"

It wasn't the air the spun around them that churned her stomach. It was his words. Sloane's nostrils flared as she clenched her jaw. Her gaze drifted over to a spot on the floor as she tried to remain calm. Why did it always seem that someone like Liam could do the right thing one moment, and negate it all with thoughtless words that flood out of his mouth like poison the next. It was like one moment, he wanted her there and to help. Then the next he saw her as a sheepish burden. Some damsel that needed saving and no idea what she had gotten herself into.

She had enough.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Her voice wasn't quiet and timid, but forceful and demanded to be heard. Sloane shoved her hands into Liam's chest, and while that normally wouldn't have made him budge, the powers in her demanded he stumble back when she pushed him. "I didn't make myself the victim. You did!" She shoved him again. Her abilities only getting more powerful, forcing him to stumble back again.

"I had everything under control before you came around and made it your problem!" She pushed him again. To those who watched it must have been strange seeing someone so small knock Liam back with every push. "I knew how he was! And rather than letting him take his sickness out on others, I let him take out his anger on me! Letting him hurt me, kept everyone else safe. But you didn't see that. You didn't ask about my side of the story."

Sloane took a step toward him and jabbed his chest with her index finger. "I wasn't scared until you came crashing into my life!" The poke wasn't intended to make him stumble back, but her powers were already coursing through her and it wasn't going to calm down anytime soon. "Because now, I don't have it under control. It isn't about me anymore. You brought yourself into this mess... Along with your sister, Wes, even Andy. Every single person you've opened your big mouth too is now in danger because you put your nose somewhere it didn't belong."

She looked like she was on the edge of tears. Not sadness, but angry tears. "I bore his anger so no one else would have to!" This time when she pushed him, all that pent up anger and the powers that tingled at her fingertips transferred over to Liam, telling him to stumble backwards until he falls upon the ground. Sloane moved to stand over him. "I am not a victim. And I'm am not weak."

After a second or two of looking down at him, Sloane stepped over Liam and walked for the edge of the woods. "Don't follow me," she said back toward him before she disappeared into the trees. She had no destination in sight, just the desire to get away. She felt like she was suffocating when she was around him, and with every step away she took it was like she could finally breathe.

This was one of those moments Sloane wished she had her own cabin. Not Sylas's and not Liam's. Somewhere she could go that was hers, where she could be alone. Instead, she continued to walk through the woods, going wherever her feet lead her. After a couple minutes of walking, the dirt beneath her shoes turned to sand and she stepped out onto the beach. When that ocean breeze hit her, she was overwhelmed with all the stirring emotions and just stumbled to her hands and knees.

She remained like that until she managed to catch her breath. Once she did, Sloane let herself shift back until she was kneeling, her weight resting back on her shins and feet. As she ran her hands back through her hair, she noticed far on the other end of the beach were two others. She was too far away to tell who they were and hopefully, that was far enough for them to leave her alone. Sloane slowly moved her feet out from under her and laid back in the warm sand.




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"Sure." As Mason approached, Andy tried her best to move her hair out of the way. She stood as still as she could manage as he untied the strings of the gown. At one point his breath brushed her shoulder sending a chill down her spine. It made her nervous how close he stood. Not in a bad way, but it was different than all the other times they stood close before.

"Did...I...." Mason begin to say. She slowly looked back over her shoulder at him, being sure to hold the gown against her chest. Andy waited, patiently, to hear what he was going to ask. But he said nothing. She sighed softly as she turned back around, leaving her back to Mason. She set down the gown on an empty chair, then carefully slipped into a zip up hoodie. It was the easiest thing she could manage to put on.

"I've never seen you fight like that before," he said instead.

Andy sighed softly before she sat back down on the hospital bed, even managing to cross her legs under her Indian style. "She blames me for breaking her brother's heart. Like our relationship failed because of me, and Ajax had no part in it." She gave a small shrug. The best she could manage. "And I was tired of her blaming you... for everything, while no one ever holds her accountable for her actions." She slowly looked up to meet his gaze. "So... I did."

She rubbed her side and laughed weakly. "I'm not scared of Alex. I might not be able to control lightning, but I'm just as powerful as her, in ways that she couldn't imagine." Andy looked down at the blankets beneath her. Her fingers idly picking at the threads. "But I fight fair... And she doesn't. She shook her head with a defeated smile. "I should have broken her arm when I had the chance." Not that she would have. It might have felt good. But she was more proud of herself for being the bigger person and walking away. Even if it ended badly.

"We never really got to talk much after that whole bullsh-...the trial. After Alex's trial. What I said to you was crap. I'm sorry I said what I said and how I spoke to you. I meant the whole Jennova and looking into your memories thing but... With Hades gone, that leaves....a big role to fill. I'm not going now - especially not now but someday..."

Mason seemed to be at a loss for words, something Andy wasn't used to seeing. But she remained silent and waited for him to continue. "I know Hecate lives there too and she can manage things for a while but she doesn't deserve the duty to be thrown on her eternity. She didn't do anything wrong. I was thinking we could try make a device. Something that lets me travel freely between the Underworld and here because...I don't want to be there forever. Every second of every day and Gods are Gods. For all I know Zeus could seal me in there or Hades as some last trap sprung on me."

Her heart sank as he continued. She didn't like the thought of him leaving... again. Andy relied so heavily on Mason, probably too much. He was a rock in her life that she needed and the thought of him being out of reach saddened her. But she understood why he had to do it. Luckily, Hades wouldn't be there.

"Sorry. I know you have your own stuff to deal with. Just...wanted to come clean and wonder if that's something you'd be comfortable with doing when you've regained your strength."

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you told me. And you know I'd be happy to help you however I can." Andy's brows furrowed as she pondered the request. Instantly, a couple ideas came to mind. "We could always make some kind of beacon... A stationary object that you can travel to. Or, perhaps, items kind of like walkie talkies. They could allow travel between the two. So, the carriers could travel between the two with ease. Someone could travel to the Underworld to see you, or you could leave to go to them."

Andy didn't try to assume that Mason would want her to carry the other one. Perhaps he'd give it to Eve, or leave it somewhere hidden. But it was an option. And part of her liked the possibility of being able to travel to the Underworld to see him rather that waiting an indefinite amount of time for him to come see her.

"And for the record, I forgive you... for what you said before the trial. I..." Andy's voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. As she sat there her gaze fell to her hands. "I had no right to be jealous of Eve and lash out at you for it. It was selfish and rude."

She exhaled softly as she brushed loose hairs behind her ear. "I grew used to you being just mine. And... I don't like Eve, I don't. But, I had no right to get mad about it. Especially when you've watched me with Ajax for so long. I think... I think it made me realize how unhappy I was and I took it out on you when it isn't your fault. I haven't been fair to you." Andy inhaled sharply but couldn't look up. "If she makes you happy, then I won't make you choose between her and me."

It wasn't easy for her to say. Even as the word's left her lips, Andy's stomach churned at the thought. But she didn't have any right to be jealous over whomever Mason wanted. He wasn't hers. While the thought of it sat uneasily, in the end, she just wanted to see him happy. She couldn't recall the last time he seemed genuinely content. "I just want you to find happiness."

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Image He had come to accept Liv as a somewhat mysterious and unabashed individual who felt no need to justify what she said or her actions. But sometimes, he would love to get in her head and see what she meant, how she really felt. For example, why for a few seconds he all but felt devoured under her eyes. It wasn't enough to be uneasy around the environment but Liv herself was now adding to his self-consciousness.

Duke stole glances over his shoulder and around to check where Liv was. Not so much to save him from the water but because she was unpredictable and the commander of the element he was treking deeper into. Although he tried to believe, she wasn't unhinged and reckless. Entirely. It didn't take long at all to lose sight of her until she surfaced inches away from him. Duke's head jerked back startled again by her unapologetic and deviant behaviour. He almost put his hands on her to guide her a more appropriate distance apart but she probably wasn't a fan of man handling and it may be an implication that he was intimidated by the petite company.

Then she truly did the unexpected. "My father says that I'm not the daughter that he wanted. That... I could never be better than his sons." It was disarming when Liv finally opened up. Duke opened his mouth a few times to argue they werenā€™t all alike and Poseidonā€™s perception of her was unfair but his mouth clamped shut in a tight line waiting for Liv to say her whole piece uninterrupted. But it only got more alarming when she pressed against him and he automatically backed away. "Gods fear my father, and... I am beginning to believe that the iron fist rules mightiest than the velvet glove."

"So you want to be known as threatening and for evoking fear? You have to be better than that." Coming from Duke, it was a desperate plea. He always thought the daughter of Poseidon stood out for her single-mindedness. He'd never guess her to want to fit into the god's shadow or fetch approval so badly.

She only persisted in pushing him further back, Duke's eyes fixed on Liv's dark pair. But somewhere he had to draw the line. His hands came up finally gripping her upper arms, unbeknownst to him too late. "Liv.." he began. "Come on, be better than this." The seduction to conform to godly impulses was too easy and it ran in all their bloods. Sex, punishment and revenge, reckless power demonstrations, murder. There had to be some demigods that broke the cycle.

A certain something brushed by his leg making him stiffen. He looked through the water to inspect the undeniable source but Liv cupped his face. "Oh, Duke - there's so much more to fear than drowning. The children of Poseidon command all in the sea's domain." A feeling of doom hit him. There was no time for retaliation before she pushed him and suddenly he was submerged.

The first reaction was to surface. Scramble for air. Sharp pricks on his arms prevented him from swimming up immediately. All around him were a swarm of seemingly agitated snakes, an amount he had never seen in one vicinity before. When taken under the rule was to remain calm and when faced with predators, supposedly the same. He didnā€™t know he could play the patient game when he was losing oxygen though. His eyes burned and he squeezed them shut the same time he braced to swim through the thicket of snakes. His limbs were met with more bites and constrictions, his movements encouraging the serpents only to squeeze tighter until he felt numb.

Duke forced his eyes open again trying to rip a particularly peristent snake from coiling firmer around his leg. These creatures were smarter than usual...more coordinated.

Air. Air. His lungs burned. He desperately needed to breathe again. He was losing his fight. It became a struggle. His body naturally soared in temperature, some bred defence mechanism. That was it. Even for the cold blooded creatures there was such thing as too hot. He didn't need flames just needed to embody intense heat. Heat rose. With more consciousness involved Duke began to spread the temperature through his veins. Some were repelled from the heat he was giving off and he took that opening to kick and stroke with what power remained in his muscles.

A flurry of bubbles almost obstructed his vision but he knew up and up was the way to go. He gasped when finally his head reached above water, paddling desperately to keep himself above it. Duke located shore and headed for it.

Somehow he managed to haul himself to the shallows then collapsed on all fours, coughing and spluttering all the while trying to suck in breaths for air still. The adversary left him pale, chest heaving, droplets of water with a steady stream of blood sliding down his body from where bites littered his skin. There was a predominent sting on his side, making him wince and grunt. One of Liv's pet's still latched onto his hip hissing, body flailing to try wrap around Duke's large torso in vain. He pinched below the snake's head with his index and thumb giving the creature a chance to suffocate or let go. Nature chose the later and Duke tossed it back to sea.

Duke glared up at Liv, a murderous edge to his look. He wanted training not a death wish. There was such thing as too far but apparently she didn't care. "You made your choice then?" he asked. Because somehow and in some way he still hoped the daughter of Poseidon hadn't chosen to get her dad's attention in such a way. That she could be independent beyond anything and moody. Not a desperate murderous daddy's girl. But if he looked at the circumstances...felt how badly his body burned and how close to drowning he came...of course she made her choice.

He turned away from her coughing out the last bit of ingested water. The rumbling and lights from the sky reminded him he had to get moving. Reluctant as he was. He shakily got to his feet without looking at her again. The thing with Liv was he was more disappointed because he placed blind faith in her. Considering she wasn't a fan of Trintiy and Alex what she just pulled was no better than those girls' lack of boundaries.

Respect wasn't earned between the two but he couldn't just walk off on her without her understanding why - in addition to nearly killing him. "Mm...Powerful but...'hought you were smart. Better..." he panted struggling to keep his eyes open. Struggling to stand on his own two feet. He got about two steps into the sand before collapsing again not able to catch himself this time. A dark haze clouded his vision and took over his mind.





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Image "I had a great time, despite how it ended. I don't think I did so well with that game though. I never played it before. It got pretty awkward between Sylas and I hehe. What was the purpose of it? I know you and Cherise were in there and ya'll looked pretty happy exiting. Maybe you can explain to me what was suppose to happen?"

Daniel's face went from brows furrowed in confusion to a smile as some red tinted his cheeks. "There's no set in stone rule but most people..." he began, looking at Kohana for support, hoping she'd chip in. "tend to use the time and privacy to kiss. Or do what your heart or body desire. I'm surprised he didn't try anything." Granted, Daniel didn't know the guy but he came off super smug and using a participant or two in a closet didn't seem beyond him. But he was relieved for Nelly. Providing she wasn't developing a little crush.

Next came the question about how often they got force trained, the two girls suddenly possessing a new spark of energy making Daniel smile. Also neither of them could really help themselves from mentioning the lack of friends, though it was more an off hand comment made by him. "Rarely. Normally staff run events or ā€˜major exercisesā€™ to test our skills, force us to bond but otherwise itā€™s up to us really. You could always contribute to the suggestion box." He opened his palm and gestured to it, as if the daughters of Hermes would scribble something down immediately and place it into his hand. Daniel was the man that could make things happen after all. And he would seriously pitch to staff if it was something Daniel thought would be more the merrier. Or the more the more chaotic and troublesome.

"Also," Daniel raised a finger, turning his head in shame and gulping. "It hurts that you don't look at us as friends." He let the dejected act linger for a beat or two before flashing a grin. Daniel knew the friendship status would unravel in time. Particularly with such easy girls to get along with.

He got to his feet. "You might have a super fast metabolism but 5 minute rule before training begins." Daniel looked between the lovely girls, knocked on the table and headed out.

At least that was his initial destination before he pulled himself short at Evelyn's table, the girl miles away from the present. "Rough night?" She didn't look in her usual pristine condition and he totally got that witnessing last night's events would be tough to sleep on. When he first saw a demigod violent fight he...well he actually kinda liked it because he was somewhat sadistic and liked the drama and action of the place.

"Did you want a coffee?" Daniel looked around ready to fetch her some pick me up at her word.

"A few of us are going to train a bit if you want to join." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Up to you. No pressure but you should definitely do it." He flashed her a last smile and left. She didn't seem mighty approachable or like someone to bug after a tough encounter.

Daniel wandered to infirmary from there, shoving his hands in his pockets once again struck by a case of ADD. But when he saw Cherise, how could he help himself. He lit up like a child at Christmas just seeing her and if he timed it right...Daniel placed himself right in her path. He didn't entirely know why he went full school boy around her because "hey Cherise" was probably as likely to get her attention as aiming to bump into her. "Oh my gosh, such a coincidence!" He brought his hands out of his pockets to gesture to her, smile in place.

"So - so how's Andy doing?" She saw her later than Daniel did. But it's not even what he wanted to talk to her about. He threw himself in front of Cherise because...she was great in short. Great women that were easy to get along with and super magnetic, but were bad ass on the side with their marksmenship skills didn't stay single long. If she was even single. Daniel rubbed his neck uneasily. Sure, they kissed but some alcohol plus heat of the moment...didn't mean he could assume someone like her was free, or even interested with the giant elephant he had to explain.

He slid aside wearing a tight smile so she could have the whole pathway unobstructed again. "I'm trying to hold a mini training session if you want to be medic on stand by or have live target practice. You, me, two newbies. Could make it a team session."

Somewhere inside he was facepalming. He knew he couldn't skirt around it forever but he just wanted to have fun with her, live easy while time and camp events allowed.

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By the time the son of Hephaestusā€™ vision slipped into a field of black, the warm waters of the beach rolling across his ankles with the ebb and flow of a morning tide, Liv was standing just inches away. Dark hair blew in the wind, the fingers of the sun illuminating hints of red and gold. Her eyes stared out into the woods that were just ahead, and she just stood there quietly. Thoughts flooded her mind. Emotions flooded her being.

That was the curse of being a child of Poseidon; emotions are always as ever changing as the very sea itself. One moment she reeled in the bitterness of events that have already transpired, and the next she is feelingā€¦ horrible with the outcome. When the cold logic of her actions washed over her, she knew she had let the monster, that was her unstable emotional self, take over. When the thrill of anger was gone, there was only that sharp pang of regret.

Duke hadnā€™t done anything to her. If anything, he was one of the more agreeable Demigods. Yet, as she turned around slowly to glance at his unmoving body, he was laying there in the sand because she had taken advantage of his genuine nature. She tilted her head and continued to stare down at him in silence; her thoughts flirting with several things.

She could walk away and make her point. This would mark her as a threatening Demigod, and this was what her father would have wanted. However, sheā€™d possibly alienate herself from everyone. Her father was right - she is not privileged like a daughter or son of Zeus. No one would spare her for her actions. No one would be able to see her point of view. Sheā€™d just be another monstrous spawn of the Earth Shaker. Part of her didnā€™t mind this idea, but Liv still had a rational mind - even if her emotions sometimes overshadowed it greatly.

She could help him; drag him into the sea and heal him. Water was a natural element of healing, and Poseidon could do it. Liv could do it. But then what happens after? Sheā€™d just be another Demigod that talked the talk but never walks the walk. Another big mouth. She would have made threats that she could not go through with. Sheā€™d definitely let her father down.

Either way, she doubted that it would matter. Nothing would change. She could stay or leave, heal or not - the outcome is the same. It settles nothing. Neither choice would make her feel worse or better about herself or her fatherā€™s approval.

All children seek the approval of their parents. Itā€™s a perfectly natural phenomenon that contributes to confusion, hostility, insecurity, and more in both humans and Demigods. Poseidon was hard to please, and though he loved all of his children dearly, it didnā€™t mean that he had to treat them with kindness. He was either scalding hot or extremely cold. Thereā€™s no in between.

She ran both of her hands through her now short hair; a gesture of conflicted emotions that caused her to be confused and painfully aware of herself in this particular situation. With a heavy sigh, she looked back down at Duke and made her decision. Though sheā€™d likely regret it, she knew that this was the best course of action. There was no pride in making an innocent pay for someone elseā€™s slights. Sheā€™d settle her scores with the appropriate individuals when the time is right.

She moved behind him, leaned over and grabbed his ankles. Limp bodies are pretty damn heavy, and Duke was no exception to this. Liv was not the strongest, either. She pulled and pulled, the tide lowering a bit and the waves slipped further from the shoreline. She had to drag him back a bit more, and once she got him into a place where he was at least partially covered by water, she fell back onto her butt and cursed his weight. His head ended up on her lap, face up, of course. Somehow.

She closed her eyes, tapped into the gentle side of the seaā€™s power, and stayed her more dour emotions and thoughts to pave the way for her more docile and friendly nature. Thatā€™s how this was supposed to work, right? She was supposed to suddenly feel sorry, which she did, and that she was being irrational - and magically, the water was supposed to do something glowy and heal him.

But nothing happened. Nothing happened for a few minutes, and it was just awkward.

Until Poseidon entered the scene himself, as haughty as ever. His towering figure rose from the ocean, arms crossed over his chest as he walked toward them. The water that shallowly surrounded Duke and Liv began to work its healing magic, and the Hephaestus son would soon be able to awaken with no pain and no snake bites. He spoke as Duke healed, ā€œIt seems you are my daughter after all. The rage. The jealousy. The bittersweet thought of vengeance. Alas, you can not yet follow through. You will learn to get past the guilt when you realize that no one will ever care for you the way you care for them. Only then can you wash away the traces of your guilt. If you want my crown, you will have to bear its weight.ā€ It almost sounded like he was reminiscing about himself. He looked down on Duke with a tilted head, then back to Liv. He cared a great deal about his children, but his love was a little more on the tougher side. ā€œFortunately for you, I was in the area. I would advise you not to use the power of the sea soā€¦ recklessly, unless you are prepared to handle the consequences. Wasteful.ā€

With that said, he turned away and disappeared into the ocean before his daughter had the chance to respond. This just left Duke, Liv and one awkward situation. Yet, she couldnā€™t find it in herself to just leave the scene, and she most certainly did not want to drag him back out. So, she just sat there, her hands limply laid on his shoulders, as the ebb and flow of the sea all but calmed.