Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters » What latest tech excites me? » RPG: Season of Giving 2020 (WINNERS ANNOUNCED!) » A question about 'hyperspace travel' and its use as a weapon » NaNoWriMo 2020 »

Players Wanted: Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp » Avolair: Academy For The Supernatural [NEW][OPEN] » Calling for adventurers to explore Xamoyos »

1
followers
follow

Sylas Astor

The Deceiver

0 · 1,139 views · located in Camp Athens

a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Image
Image Image Image
xxxS Y L A S x A S T O R
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx w i l d xx f e r o x xx \ ˈ w ī ( - ə ) l d \ x





"Who doesn't love a little chaos?"
- sylas astor




Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
Image
n i c k n a m e s x // x Sy

a g e x // xnineteen

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xmoscow, russia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






Image
Image
ImageImagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x6' 2"

w e i g h t x // x165 lbs

h a i r x // xUsually kept at a decent length, Sylas' brunette hair is always coiffed or styled in a more sophisticated manner. He never allows it to grow too long or be seen unruly.

e y e s x // xUnlike his sister, Sylas as deep rich green eyes. They have similar flecks of gold throughout. Although the color is soft, his eyes are harsh showing a glimpse of the chaos within.

o d d i t i e s x // xSimilarly to Sloane, Sylas has no tattoos, piercings or scars that blemish his body. He is without oddities of the physical persuasion, though that doesn't count for much. Unlike his sister, Sylas can flip his accent on and off like a switch. Whenever he is around others, it's like his accent is gone. But, when talking to his sister, it seeps back in.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xSylas is attractive, to say the least. Of course, it is not a pretty boy or typical appeal but the oddness in his appearance is part of his appeal. He has a striking gaze that is seductive, inviting while also intimidating, usually looking like he is either undressing you with his eyes, or planning your murder. He has a charming smile that occasionally borders on sadistic. His build is tall and slender, but still muscular but not in the meat head kind of way. Sylas carries himself with confidence and poise, like a man with the world on a string. His handsome and charming appearance is misleading, deceiving almost anyone into thinking he is just another guy.






Image
Image
Image Image
Image
Image Image
Image
Image
x
Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

I N G E N I U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxx a b i l i t y xx \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x


c h a o s x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas does not compare to his sister in mastery of their abilities. Although he can manipulate chaos, he doesn't have the same level of control as she does. Whenever he is emotional, it seems to ooze from him into those around him without his knowledge or control.

e m o t i o nx m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Of all of his abilities, this is the one that he excels the most at. He is able to extort negative emotions in another and amplify them slowly, without the other's knowledge.

i n v o k e x v i o l e n c e x // x Sylas does not use this ability as much as one would think. Instead, he prefers to effect the repressed emotions, letting them boil to the surface and evolve however they may.


m a n i p u l a t e x p r e c e i v e d x r e a l i t y x // x Sylas has effectively done this only a handful of times in his life, and struggles with it greatly. Instead, he usually relies on Sloane to do this for him.


F O R T I T U D O
xxxxxxxxxxxxx s t r e n g t h xx \ ˈ s t r e ŋ ( k ) t h \ x


d e c e p t i o n x // x No one realizes it when he is doing it, and no one ever will. Sylas has an entire persona that makes him seem as simple and ordinary as the other gents at camp.

c o m b a t x // x With an expensive education, Sylas was educated in the art of fencing and martial arts. Even though he is lanky, he can pack quite the punch and hold his own in battle.

m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas can mold people like putty in his hands. He reas micro movements like a book. HIs sensory knowledge of others emotions guides him, allowing him to say and do the perfect things to get people to bend to his desires.



I N F I R M I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxx w e a k n e s s xx \ ˈ w ē k - n ə s \ x


s l o a n e x // x Not in the way that you'd expect. Sure, he cares for his sister but her over all neutrality in chaotic arts holds him back. On a regular basis he has to motivate her to do what they were made to do, cause chaos.

h i s x e m o t i o n s x // x Unlike Sloane, Sylas doesn't have the poise or control over himself, his abilities or emotions. Whenever he gets more emotional his abilities go haywire and emit from him into those around him, causing their own negative emotions to rise.

h i s x e g o x // x Sylas was raised with the image in his head to follow in his father's footsteps, someday taking up the mantle of ruling over Russia. His been raised with an inflated self esteem, sense of purpose and ego. Because of that Sylas is unbelievably competitive, stubborn and narcissistic.



M E T U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxx f e a r xx \ ˈ f i r \ x


w e a k n e s s x // x Sylas is determined to be seen as the best, in all aspects, including in comparison to his sister. He knows she is more powerful that him, but refuses to be seen as inferior.

e r i s ' x d i s a p p r o v a l x // x His mother took Sloane away to raise as a prodigy because she didn't have the thirst for chaos like he did. He's always fought and strived for his mother's approval, and is terrified to lost that.

d e a t h x // x Plain and simple. He loves himself and has no intentions of leaving this world anytime soon.





ImageImage
Image
Image
Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxx cunning xx deceptive xx narcissistic xx chauvinist x


Sylas knows what he wants and will go to any means to achieve it. But in a nutshell, he just wants to watch the world burn. He is, in so many ways, just like Eris. He’s never been one to play fair, but manipulate and deceive his way to where he wants to be. He feeds on peoples’ strife, enjoying nothing more than watching those around him crumble. He’s a master manipulator and liar, calculating each and every move of those around him. There is always and ulterior motive going on behind his sly smile and magnetic voice.

Deception is a language to Sylas, and he is fluent. He’s outward appearance a permanent façade he wears like a grand charade. The best part of the game is when the villain is hidden in plain sight, right under everyone’s nose, and that is Sylas. He walks, talks and acts like you’re everyday cocky, seductive male. He has a magnetism that lures people towards him. He befriends easily, and seduces easier still. But true intentions lie nowhere behind his words. Deceit is his game and he is a master.

It easily said that Sylas is arrogant. He’s good and he knows it. He is the best, and if he weren’t you damn well better believe he’d make sure he is again. Sylas has a superiority complex that is always hungry. Allowing anyone to be better than him is not an option. He knows he has an ego, and continues to feed it. His confidence turns heads, and you’d think it’d be off putting, but most tend to find him more attractive for it.

With his inflated self-esteem and constant manipulation to get to the top, he is also an avid patriarch. Sylas believes men are superior to women. It is a man’s world, and the world is his oyster. Power and authority belong to men and especially him. Women should know their place and remain there. Nothing pushes him over the edge more than a woman who questions or contradicts him… Especially when it’s Sloane. The man is right. No, means yes. And yes, means more.






ImageImagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

H I S T O R I A R U M


Vladislav Astor, a legend in Sylas’ eyes. He has always respected and looked up to his father like he was a God among men. After all, he did win the heart of Goddess. It takes a spectacle of a man to garner that kind of attention for his achievements. A politician with eye for what the world could be like. Some saw him as a tyrant, others a visionary. He wormed his way into the Russian office before anyone noticed the radical changes the man intended. Now at a seat of power too high for anyone to touch.

His cunning agenda and mastery of slow burn chaos definitely caught Eris’ attention. But of course, Vladislav didn’t think about his own chaos she could invoke… That being in the form of children. In his eyes though, they weren’t children but legacies. Someone to continue on the family name, and the power he fought so hard for. But, unfortunately for him, not everything could go his way. If he had a choice he’d only have sons, but the universe did not favor him that time.

Vladislav, when he did dote upon his children, it was almost exclusively Sylas. He took his boy with him everywhere, grooming him into a politician’s son since he was walking. Sylas had such a natural knack for creating chaos, and deceit. How often did he break the rules, trash the house or anything else and pawn it off on Sloane? Since a toddler, he had the world wrapped around his finger.

So, it was no surprise that Vladislav sent Sloane away with her mother, to try and mold the girl to be more like himself and Sylas. Plus, politics was no place for a woman. For years, Vladislav taught Sylas the ins and outs of everything. How to walk, talk, dress and act. A master at deception, creating an elaborate façade for the world to snake his way to anything he wanted.

Once Vladislav reached true power, it was decided that having his son at his side was no longer a priority. With new power comes new enemies, or that’s the way he worded it. Sylas and his sister were sent to Camp Athens for their own safety. It’d give them a chance to live out of the country where people wouldn’t be trying to make a hit against Vladislav, but potentially also give the Astors a chance to hone their abilities and potentially rise to the top of a new totem pole. The demigods.





h e x c o d e x // x #064C4B x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x bill skarsgård x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Sylas Astor's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mombie
Image
C H E R I S E X B O Y S E
Image

Apollo x Hex:#fa8072 x Outfit

Image
When her eyes met with Sylas’ little wink, she just turned a little red. He knew what was up! Cherise was a perfectly good woman - protector, healer, friendly, but that didn’t take away from the fact that she was very comfortable with sexuality. What else was she supposed to do in a closet with Daniel, of all people? Sylas was probably just trying to be approving, but she felt a tad embarrassed that someone had pointed it out - even with playful subtlety.

The wine began to hit her, and as she sat on one of the unoccupied logs, so did this Keith/Daniel thing. Cherise just laid herself down, her eyes peering up at the dark and smoke-filled sky for a few moments. Her ankles crossed for the sake of not having any of the camp sickos not looking up her skirt, and her arms hung lax over the sides. There was something wrong with this place, and she could feel it in her gut. It was just too bad she couldn’t see the actual snake in the garden that had winked at her only seconds ago.

Still, she sighed and closed her eyes. At one point, when she popped those same eyes open for a second, she caught Daniel giving her some odd finger gesture. She wasn’t sure if he was implying that she wait and see, or that he was about to cause trouble. Why did her intuition tell her that it may be a little bit of both? Regardless, he was busy and she had very little interest in joining the pair he flocked to. Not that she was upset - Cherise was not his keeper, and she knew better than to cling to anyone’s side. He needed space to be himself, and she was more than happy to give it to him. Besides, he was finally enjoying things, and she feels more at ease knowing this. She gave him an encouraging thumbs up as her non-verbal seal of approval and acknowledgment.

She closed her eyes again to tune out the party since things started to wibble wobble under her feet.

* * *

She must have dozed off because Rae was long gone. So was Pete, in fact. The bottle had been given to Nelly, of whom was now in the process of giving it a spin. It took a minute or two to put things together, and she never would exactly - but Rae must have snared some unfortunate soul in her salacious talons. Good for her. A satisfied Rae is one Artemis child that is ready to take on the world. An unsatisfied Rae meant a long night for Cherise.

She sat up and swung her legs over the log until her feet were planted on the sand again. She then pushed herself up, stretched, rubbed her eyes, and then turned away from the bonfire. Maybe it was the alcohol or the sheer confusion of a situation she was all-too ready to understand if that meant Daniel would touch her while they were closet-bound (probably both together, really), but she started off in the direction of the cabins.

She had her turn in the closet, and the interaction she had been waiting for since the playdate, so there was no need for her to stick around. She was getting kind of tired, even if the night was still young. Of course, that meant passing the food. She first walked past it, but then walked backward because she had second-guessed herself. She looked around as though about to embark upon some suspicious activity and made herself a couple of hamburgers like the ashamed glutton for red meat she was. Only after she had more than enough food for one girl to eat alone, and maybe a beer or two that she likely won’t stay awake long enough to drink, she proceeded to head to her cabin.

She ate, watched a movie, showered, and went to bed.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Hades | HEX: #05105E | Outfit

Image He almost requested some real talk from Sylas when he implied Liv made the first move but he came to realize he didn't know the girl or guy well enough to know who came onto who first. And there were better things to lie about then time spent in the closet.

Mason growled Trinity's name as she snatched the pack from him then Sylas replaced it in his pocket pointedly. Mason nodded to him in thanks. Throughout their conversation, he was surprised how similar their minds worked. Just like when they both saw Cherise and Daniel stumble out of the closet, they looked at each other. Sylas's look was more inquiring while Mason's was proud. Another case made. Closet time wasn't to be wasted.

Iliana's friend strolled right up to them and passed the bottle onto Trinity. She was more disheveled than he thought having to tuck in her blouse and looking quite the hot mess.

"I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser." Sylas bidded Trinity his own taunting good luck and Mason rose his brows.

Trinity had been pretty subdued up to that point. “As long as it's not you, I'm sure I'll have a great time.” She gave an icy smile. “I decide what happens to my body, when, where and how.”

Mason knew that, and he'd dare to guess Sylas knew that. She wasn't one that went weak in the knees or let herself be seduced. When she left, Mason looked to Sylas. Spite, defiance and self-assurance. "Personally, I dig it. Bit of dominance about her and plenty of fire."

Yet he couldn't see himself sleeping with her. He laughed lowly as she tugged Eve away from her male. Wes was lucky to have the attention of a female alpha and Eve was far too pushy for her own good. As his gaze flickered through the party, Mason saw Andy dancing with the redhead from earlier. His smile faded as he watched her some distance away sway to the music. It wasn't particularly sensual but he found her stunning and she could move. That outfit showed her shape and body in a
modest but sexy way too. Mason tried to tear his eyes from her. "So you and Sloane decided on this game? Interesting. I mean I'm grateful, don't get me wrong." He enjoyed his time with Eve in there and the idea of the drama and heartbreaks across the camp it could bring. But it was an interesting suggestion apparently made by the Eris children.

"To keep our alliance intact, do you have any off-limits I should know about? People, mainly," he added smirking since apparently choking wasn't off-limits in private. Mason would rather not hear how much Sylas could withstand in the physical department, fascinating as it'd be.

His eyes shifted back to Andy helplessly. Mason took off his jacket for the moment putting it on his lap. He needed to drink more so his body was slower to react. Particularly when he really knew the girl wasn't just incredible looking but irritating and stubborn and ridiculously loyal.

One by one the numbers seemed to dwindle away from the fire and beach altogether. Normally that was him, the first to leave and call it a night. "And suddenly there's less contestants for the bottle to pick." Not that Mason was too disheartened. The girl disappearing with Pete was a pity and it did increase the chance of landing on Alex. The thought snapped him out of idle chatter. That was a damn ice shower for him. "Are you working on a Valis's demise or other things?" Mason asked somehow suggestive and a little annoyed at the same time.

Nobody really wanted the demise of a Valis more than him and all he could rely on was himself. But fair enough for Sylas to treat himself and do some other chaotic exercises. Then again, don't make a deal to be a partner in crime.



Image
Hecate | HEX: #8b9068 | Casual AF

Image The atmosphere took a tense turn and when he thought he had relieved it, it came back. "Tell me about it. I'm leaving tomorrow with Alex. We're going to mount Olympus to spend time with dad, and... well... Alex has asked Duke to come. Come with too if you want. It'll be better than this place at the moment. And umm....Didn't Andy say anything to you, about..." Ajax seemed to hesitate. Daniel cocked his head to the side. "Well, we br--"

Suddenly, he was almost tackled into the sand as Alex hugged him and kissed his cheek. He chuckled and one arm hugged her back seeing as she pinned one of his others. "Finally get a moment with you. How are you? and what you boys talkin' about exactly, huh? Gossiping about girls?" she grinned.

"As you're aware, I'm super popular, kind of a big catch on camp," he winked "But I do my best to tend to the line and see everybody." Daniel chuckled then looked to Ajax hoping he'd take over for the second question. Technically, they kind of were gossiping about a girl and he fully wanted to get back to what Andy didn't tell him.

"And did you just see Pete wander off with Rae? - She's the camp's biggest slut here, and it's disgusting. She has not long tried to get Duke to go with her, then was flirting with Theo. I honestly thought that Pete had better taste and standards than that." Never mind. Apparently she had her own vent to get off her chest. Alex was never shy about her opinion.

Then Ajax stepped in with his wisdom. "Al... I really couldn't care less about their teen dramas. Just stay out of it, okay? If they wanna be like that, then that's their problem. Not ours."

"Ah," Daniel raised a hand, "question, are you carrying the torch for Pete?" he looked in the direction the duo disappeared. "Maybe they've just gone to cuddle? Or maybe," he smirked and waggled his brows "you should have made a better move." To be fair he did see Alex making out with him but maybe Pete needed more belt tugging and thought the sun was coming up. Or he just preferred red heads. Nervously, he glanced to Evelyn who was still in the company of Andy. Hopefully not.

Ajax spoke again, this time revealing that Andy and he had sort of broken up or were on a break. Daniel frowned. "I don't want to cause a scene anytime soon, so... I just want people to leave her alone." An interesting choice, because he didn't see Ajax letting her go, he thought he loved her. Without full context it didn't make sense. "Besides, it's probably my fault because of... I never gave her much attention. Honestly, she's better off without me."

Daniel scratched his jaw, perplexed. He had no doubt it must have been hard on Ajax and Andy yet they both kept their chins relatively up. The bursting question for Daniel was why.

Alex jumped to her feet. "Don't do that for her! don't make excuses for her!" she shouted.

Daniel lowered his eyes and played his fingers through the sand. "Sit down." After a moment she was able to bring herself back to a sitting position. "Just leave it." Daniel glanced up at her as she glared at Andy.

"Alex, that's my sister your sending daggers at," Daniel reminded softly. "It takes two to tango anyway. That applies to Andy and Ajax's decision, and...others." AKA the ones known as Rae and Pete. Disappointed as she might have been in him, Daniel didn’t see the Rae girl dragging him along.

These change of events and several new faces did make him wonder how long he was gone or just how oblivious and wasteful Keith was. He cleared his throat keen to move on. "As for your invite to Olympus, I just got back to Camp. While it may be thick in the drama department and lover quarrels and I don't know half the faces anymore, this is home to me." One of them anyway. "Not to mention I don't think I'll benefit from spending time with your dad." If that's what the matter was then good for them. He'd prefer it be something more urgent than family bonding but maybe he was just picky like that. "You don't think you're leaving camp a little vulnerable?" Daniel was the last person to rain on anybody's parade but that reality had to be addressed.

He saw Cherise wandering away from the party and frowned again. Wasn't it early? What was the matter? Daniel had half a mind to jump to his feet and check on her but he was in the middle of a relatively important conversation and he could catch up with her later. Maybe. It'd probably be strange to appear at her cabin by the time he was done with the party.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"As long as it's not you, I'm sure I'll have a great time." Trinity's words came with a bite, bringing a smile to Sylas's face. "I decide what happens to my body, when, where and how." She was feisty. He watched her make her way over to the circle and spin the bottle. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as the blonde practically pried the son of Aphrodite from the clutches of the camp's minx.

"Personally, I dig it. Bit of dominance about her and plenty of fire," Mason said in regards to Trinity's sass and dominance.

Sylas moved his attention back to Mason as he spoke. He shrugged his shoulders while nodding his head agreeing. "Anyone beautiful can get my attention. But I'm a slave for a strong woman that keeps me in my place." He smirked, taking a sip of his drink. He couldn't help but notice Mason's gaze focused on a particular brunette dancing with the ever enchanting Evelyn. Although the man's comment was guided towards Trinity, he knew that it also held value with Andy. If Sylas had to put his finger on it, Mason's draw toward the daughter of Hecate was because he couldn't control her and she knew exactly how to keep him in his place. It's ecstasy for guys like them.

"So you and Sloane decided on this game? Interesting. I mean I'm grateful, don't get me wrong."

"Well, it's never as simple as just a game," Sylas said as he took a seat beside Mason. "I'd think you know me better than that." He smirked watching as Eve's brother was whisked away into the closet with a promiscuous red head. He leaned over a little more toward his company, lowering his voice so only the son of Hades could hear him. "I'll let you in on a little secret... Be mindful of who you want the bottle to land on. You'll find it knows what you want." He smiled as he sat back upright. The game was insightful into the desires, or weaknesses, of the campers. Regardless if Mason new the truth or not, it wouldn't alter the blessing upon the bottle.

"To keep our alliance intact, do you have any off-limits I should know about? People, mainly," Mason asked, smirking.

Sylas ran his finger tip along the brim of his glass as he contemplated the question. "I'm not the type to put down roots. So the camp is your oyster," he answered, motioning his hand to the plethora of attractive women perfect for Mason's debauchery. Even if there was someone in particular holding his attention, maybe like how Evelyn was, he wouldn't admit it. Emotional connections are weakness. He would never share information like that. He would rather the camp see him as a whore. And maybe hearing it enough would convince to not become preoccupied by a pretty face.

It seemed as the night continued on, campers trickled away. Some looking bored or tired, while others left together with more nefarious desires. "And suddenly there's less contestants for the bottle to pick."

"The odds grow in your favor," Sylas jested. Technically he wasn't wrong, the bottle would be entirely at his beck and call.

"Are you working on a Valis's demise or other things?" Mason seemed impatient to piss off the Zeus duo, not that he blamed him. But Sylas wasn't the type to rush into things like Eve, nor run in blindly trying to strangle everyone. It took time.

"Don't do that for her! Don't make excuses for her!" Alex shouted, catching Sylas's attention. The temperamental brunette stood beside the son of Hecate, he couldn't recall the guy's name, and Ajax. His brows furrowed slightly. He wondered who she was talking about. But then she stared daggers at the daughter of Hecate, it answered his question. The two men with Alex didn't seem thrilled about her outbreak. Maybe she was closer to the tipping point than he originally thought.

Sylas finished the rest of his drink before finally speaking. "Currently my attentions have been focused on the murderer. She's so close to the edge. Just needs a little push." His eyes squinted as he studied the sullen brother. Someone who was supposedly the leader at this shit hole of a camp. His lady love no where near him, nor had they shared a moment together since the start of the party. Yet the last bonfire, they couldn't be separated.

"As for Captain Zeus..." his voice trailed off as he looked toward Ajax, knowing Mason's gaze would likely follow. "He looks more miserable than anything I could do. If I had to guess? There's trouble in paradise." Unlike Mason, who would take that observation like a holy grail, Sylas kept his eyes on Alex. He barely knew the girl, yet so much anger and animosity raged within her. He made a mental note to pay her a visit before the party was over. Maybe even give her that little... push.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Image

“I don't know how you helped him become... him again. But thanks,” Andy said. It wasn't necessary but she appreciated the notice of gratitude all the same.

At least the Hecate siblings struck her as sincere. “It was my pleasure, I assure you. I just played the therapist for him.” It wasn't as easy as it sounded, they worked on different angles of approach and Keith was a reluctant patient but they didn't need to be weighed down by talking through the process to bring her... extravagant brother back.

The more they chatted, the more Evelyn discovered about Andy and Daniel. Information was littered in the smallest comments and actions others often overlooked or thought nothing of. While Evelyn could have and probably should have been more chatty with Andy, it was better to listen to her with a kind smile right up to the point Andy led her to a small dance space. “I swear, no grinding.”

Evelyn smiled amused by the words and binding action of crossing her heart. “I appreciate that.”

Gradually the girls began to get into the rhythm, and Evelyn smiled seeing Andy look content for a while dancing. What could she draw from the girl? She was weighed down by some issues, loved her brother through all his eccentricity, had a soft spot for music and dancing, didn't peacock, was approachable and reasonable and true to herself.

Andy sighed softly. “For a minute, I could almost forget all the dumb drama here.”

One couldn't sweep their drama and issues under the rug she supposed. “Almost,” Evelyn agreed. “Did you want to talk about it?” Evelyn offered. If it relieved Andy of that ugly weight on her shoulders than who better to talk to than an impartial person such as herself. But Andy might have preferred utter privacy or to share with somebody she established trust with already.

Evelyn took Andy's arms gently, not to stop her dancing but to have her full attention. “For the moment, everybody's fine and this little circle,” Evelyn air traced a circle in their clearing, surrounded by music, “is drama free,” she smiled. That was a promise.

While Evelyn raked her hair back as she continued to sway, she caught a brief glimpse of a few eyes in their direction. Well, Andy might not have been an intentional peacock, but she gained the gaze of more than a few campers. She smirked focusing back on her company with this new knowledge.

“So,” she began blissfully unaware and Evelyn awaited the conversation to come. “Is there anyone here you want to lock lips with for 7 minutes?” Evelyn laughed pleasantly, caught off guard with a question that honestly suited the environment and should have been expected. Andy held up a hand before she could form her answer. “I don't need a name. Just curious.”

“7 minutes is a long time,” Evelyn pointed out, building up her logic. If the activity in the closet had to be lip-locking she'd need somebody thrilling and enticing. A name did spring to mind and as much as he filled the criteria, she hoped the bottle didn't reveal he was who she wanted above others. She really needed to squirm free of him and she had just convinced herself he had a new toy to corrupt and play with.

“Or are we trying to hide? Because I'm totally ok with that.”

Evelyn laughed with Andy, sipping from her own drink. “I would never rob people the chance of spending closet time with a daughter of Aphrodite.” Evelyn flickered her eyes pointedly to the people around the fire and smiled as she continued to dance. She knew some looks weren't of admiration but others definitely were. “It appears you're some sort of magnet.” She smiled.

As perfect as the deflection might have been, it wasn't a deliberate technique and Evelyn didn't care much for it when she wanted answers no matter how idle the question. “As for your question, I think I have an idea. Between you and me I'm reluctant to kiss him as much as I crave to kiss him.” Which would make the 7 minutes all the more exciting, but she didn't need to say that. Whenever those feelings were fought, they always sprang up twice as hard. Evelyn bit on her straw fighting back some compelling daydreams.

“But, ultimately, as strange as it sounds, I trust the bottle.” Evelyn winked. That was her, a real go with the flow, trusting girl. “What about you?” Of course if somebody chose Andy to spin the bottle she'd see for herself but in the event it didn't happen, Evelyn would like to know a certain somebody caught the brunette's eyes and had the potential to catch her lips.

She had another drink, closing her eyes and smiling. Talking and dancing with Andy was pleasant. That was until she dropped her drink. Evelyn managed to sidestep the glass hitting her foot in time and originally laughed at the close call until she saw all the content that spilled out which was at least double the size of what was in her glass. “Hm. That's a shame it was actually delicious. I'll remedy this situation later.” Meaning she'd definitely have words and a bit of payback with Daniel. Evelyn bent down picking up the glass removing it from their dance space. Then found a trail of cocktail down her leg. She laughed again, blushing slightly and tried to wipe it off. “At least now my leg will smell and taste delicious.”

In truth she probably was slightly affected by the alcohol. But still aware. Aware Trinity and Wes disappeared into the closet, followed by Pete and Rae and that duo left the party. Nelly had the bottle then Cherise left some time later. Evelyn looked back towards the circle to see what she could have missed, her eyes getting stuck and intrigued on Sylas. She couldn't approach him though because she was having girl time and there was a silent pact in the circle.
One: no grinding. Two: no drama. And it was lovely.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxIliana Remington-Taylor ~ Demeter
xxxxxxxxxx#4A766E ~ x
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Image
xxxxPenelope Givens ~ Hermes ~
xxxxxxxxxx#483D8B ~ x
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Seems like things have become to quiet down a bit," commented Nelly.

Rae had finally introduced herself, not long after a guy had picked up Cherise for the closet. Nelly would get that guy's name another time. It did look like the two had a good time, seeing how Cherise looked when she reappeared. The girl then gave the bottle to Trinity and Nelly bursted out in laughter when she saw the blonde move Eve away from someone she'd yet to meet. She looked back at Cherise though, who was obviously getting tipsy for she feel asleep right by them. After Trinity and the attractive guy left the closet, the dude passed it onto someone Nelly saw kissing Alex. This time the bottle landed on Rae herself. Knowing that there was definite action happening there, Nelly was hoping to hear what she did from Rae after she got back. Those plans went awry though the guy she'd been with tossed the bottle to her though. Lucky Nelly had quick reflexes and caught the object.

Rae must have seen it for she replied, ""Best of luck to you, dear. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Thanks! This is my first time playing this game, so let's see what Fate has in store for me."

Nelly watched as Rae address Theo before leaving with Pete. Then Cherise woke up. Without saying a word to her or Iliana, the brunette left party too. Probably for the best since the girl was over the edge. Then Theo left to hang out with Ajax's group. Looking at them, Nelly was starting to think these were 'older' campers since they seemed to be all chummy. Seeing how she was about leave herself, Nelly hated to have Iliana by herself.

"Hey are you going to be okay Iliana? Why don't you go find someone to hang out with since it'll be my turn in the closest?"

Iliana had finally turned to Nelly. The entire time she had mostly been watching Sylas, Alex, and even Wesley and Eve. Nelly's words though brought her back to present and she realized it was just her and the redhead. She really needed to pay more attention to things in front of her. She looked in the direction her brother and Ethan and took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to call it a night? But she didn't want to leave just yet. And it wasn't because she wanted to play the game. At this point she didn't care if she participated or not. No, it was because she wanted to see it through to the end. Looking back at Nelly, she decided to answer her.

~I'll find someone. I'll go grab myself a drink first.~

With that she got up and started to head for the bar, that was until she saw Wesley by himself. Hoping it was okay to talk, she walked over. However, she wasn't quite able to look him in the eye as she showed him her pad. She still recalled his anger the other day.

~Good evening. Are you feeling better?~

Nelly watched as Iliana found someone to talk to. Smiling, she stood up herself and walked to where everyone else had spin the bottle.

"Whelp! Let's give this thing a whirl!" she announced before spinning the bottle.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

x
x
Image

penelope givens
hermesx|xoutfitx|x#483D8B

Image
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Unknown to Nelly, the 'blessed' bottle kept on spinning as if it was trying to figure out the true desire of the one who spun it. At times it seemed to slow down, only to keep on spinning. Nelly herself didn't care who it landed on, and that's what the issue was. Nelly was someone who was curious about anyone and everyone. There were others who she was more curious about though. The bottle seemed to finally settle on someone who would satisfy Nelly's curiosity the most and it was one who already been picked. Seeing the bottle finally stop, Nelly looked to see it landed on Sylas. Well, wasn't this interesting. She walked up to the guy, who was conversing with Mason.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but looks like you're up again Sylas," she said before turning to go to the closet.

Sylas turned his gaze from Mason, looking toward the red head standing before him. His brows furrowed as she addressed him then proceeded to turn and head to the closet. With a sigh and a slight shake of his head, he set his glass down beside Mason. He gave the male a confused just suggestive expression before trailing after Nelly.

Hopefully it wouldn't be too dark. She made a point to turn her cell's screen on so she could see inside of it. Curious to see what happened next, she waited for Sylas.

He took a deep breath before ducking into the closet once again. Instead of being greeted by his partner, Sylas saw the bright light of an obnoxious cell phones screen. He grimaced, raising his hand to switch off the screen and push her hand down. "It's supposed to be dark," he said with his best smile. Normally this is when he'd be putting on the moves, but this girl before him perplexed him in a way that Liv did not. Maybe it wasn't the hidden sexual tension or something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Nelly smiled at Sylas's comment. "Oh really? I just wanted to make sure I didn't trip over anything. Besides, it's a force of habit. I've gone spelunking before and flashlights were essential." After that she turned off the light of her cell. She waited for Sylas to make his next move.

Sylas stood there in silence, studying her, trying to decide his next move. He finally raised his right hand, gently brushing back a lock of her hair, sliding it behind her ear. With the physical contact of his fingertips along her skin, he was able to let his powers slowly flow into her. "Tell me... What do you desire?" Each word influenced her to speak truthfully and divulge all her secrets and truths. Figuring out what she wanted, he could weave his web just so.

Nelly couldn't help but giggle when he touched her ear. Having a low pain tolerance, she was pretty sensitive. His question should have been an odd one, but to Nelly, it didn't bother her for she was known to ask things at random herself from time to time.

"What don't I desire is more like it. My mom will tell you I am too curious for my own good. At this moment I am curious if you're feeling better and who your divine parent is. I have no problem telling you who mine is. It's Hermes. What do you desire though?"

She always felt knowledge was power and more you knew, the lesser mistakes you made. Nelly hoped that by learning who Sylas's parent was she'd learn what kind of abilities he had so in case he tried anything on her, she could be more aware. Nelly was an outgoing person, but at the end of the day she would always look after herself first and safety was high on her list. She didn't trust people as a rule either.

Sylas rested his hand against the wall beside her head, looking down at her with a seductive smile. "I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern," he said quietly, making sure she had to stand close to hear him speak. "My mother is Nemesis," he lied. Sure, Nelly would eventually divulge the truth but not during their 7 minutes. "Perhaps it was more than just luck that guided your bottle toward me." He smirked slightly as his finger tips gently ran down her left arm.

Nemesis huh? Nelly wasn't too familiar with that one so hopefully there was a library around her that would have those kinds of descriptions. Of course she would first find a way to clarify that Sylas was true. Since Sloane was Sylas's sibling, she would ask her, probably at another time though. And that bit about the bottle had her wheels turning. Was he implying that the bottle had some sort of spell on it? His touch was still ticklish, but now Nelly was starting to warm up a bit. Was it because of their close proximity?

"What do I desire?" he reiterated her question, quietly. Sylas pursed his lips slightly in thought before speaking up. "Now that is a secret."

Nelly pouted and said, "Awwww, will I find out eventually? Or is it one of those secrets that's too personal to say? By the way am I playing this game right? You keep on touching me, so am I suppose to do something similar?" She thought of doing that, but the thought made her nervous for some reason. That was strange, there was normally not a nervous bone in her body, at least when it came to interacting with people. Needles and nuts were a whole other story though.

Sylas hummed slightly at the verbal vomit of questions. She was nervous, had to be. The red head kept finding ways to fill the silence which through off his game a bit. But he didn't let it show on his face nor in his tone. "You're welcome to try." Which for him was basically like saying no. No one got to know that side of him unless he wanted them too. He had to fight the urge to literally roll her eyes at the obliviousness of the girl.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and took a slight step back from her. "Well, there are no rules per se." Sylas ran a hand back through his hair before slipping it into the front pocket of his pants. "Some people talk, some people kiss... Some people do more." He shrugged his shoulders leaning back agains the far side of the closet. Nelly here seemed like the talking type or babbling was more like it. She wasn't giving off receptive vibes and he wasn't particularly in the mood to be that blunt with coming onto the girl.

So instead, he clicked his tongue in his mouth then spoke up once more. "Would I be safe in assuming you've never been kissed before?"

When the guy back off, Nelly let off a sigh she didn't know she had. Something about Sylas made her nervous and she couldn't figure out why. Probably because he did have secrets. Nelly was known for being an open book, even though she could withhold information too when she had to.

"If you mean if I've ever been romantically kiss on the lips, then yep. You can probably tell that I am not very good in the romance department. I guess I can kind of blame that on my lifestyle. I moved around so much that I never made deep connections with anyone. Only people I am close to are my parents. Do you get along with your parents? Or what about your sister?"

Sylas squinted his eyes slightly as he cocked his head to the side. He was fabricating some sort of lie in his head when Nelly pulled out her phone. Looking at the screen, she saw their 7 minutes were up. "Well, look at that, time is up. I am sorry if this 7 minutes wasn't as memorable as your last one, but you're an intriguing person Sylas. I definitely wasn't bored. Have fun picking your next target hehe." With that, Nelly left the closet and see who else she could talk with.

He waited in the closet for a moment, before he pushed off the wall and followed her out. Sylas had no desire to even attempt to look like something might have happened in the closet. At one point he caught Mason's gaze and gave a haphazard shrug of his shoulders. You can't win them all. But luckily his time with Liv more than scratched an itch for the time being. He finally pulled his hand from his pant pocket to snatch up the bottle.

After standing there deep in thought, he walked across the beach. Sylas came to stand behind Alex who looked to be quite enraged at Andy's presence in the distance. He tried not to smirk as he lightly tapped her shoulder. With that brief touch, he let a little bit of chaos flow into the girl. Just enough to stoke the fire that he could feel burning inside her. All those negative emotions stirring around one name, Andy.

"I believe it's your turn." Sylas gave Alex a friendly smile before holding the bottle out to her. "Have fun," he concluded with a wink before he turned and walked away.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Hades | HEX: #05105E | Outfit

ImageSylas was certain the bottle was favorable of the mindfullness of what he wanted. Normally Mason would have rubbed it off to crap but in camp where anything could happen...he couldn't. Still it was hard to fully believe. Slightly far fetched as far as bottles went and seven minutes in heaven.

"Currently my attentions have been focused on the murderer. She's so close to the edge. Just needs a little push."

Mason rubbed his head. "She's lived on the edge for a while now and nobody's blown her off." Nobody could see the monster he could. Not that Mason counted himself a saint or hero, but there was a huge denial around acknowledging Alex as one. That annoyed him more than anything.

"As for Captain Zeus..." Mason turned his gaze reluctantly to the uncharming site of Alex and Ajax coddled to each other as usual. "He looks more miserable than anything I could do. If I had to guess? There's trouble in paradise."

"Hm." Mason looked back to Andy dancing freely before sighing and running his hand through his hair. "Maybe. He's not all over her for once." That shouldn't have been an indication but sadly it was especially when contrasting the previous fire. He was literally all over her. Maybe he didn't fulfil her needs and she realized she'd always come second to Alex. It wasn't like him to be optimistic though so he didn't bother getting his hopes up, amusing as they were to think Ajax...insufficient and a bad performer.

Actually, Mason would say tension entered paradise after that night. Mason looked to his acquaintance and Sylas's eyes were still towards Alex and Ajax. He was wasting his time staring at them when there were better sights to see unless Sylas wanted to play the heartbreaker card. That'd be a shame as it'd make Mason nauseous of him for a while even when knowing it's an act.

Before he could comment, Penelope approached them and requested Sylas's presence in the closet without so much as flashing them a pretty smile. Then Sylas acted like it was a mix of pleasure and pain to be chosen for the bottle. Mason had faith that his buddy could survive the closet again.

Mason slipped on his jacket and sighed getting to his feet. He had a thought to check in on Andy and make sure she was coping but watching her with Evelyn, starting to spin the girl around suggested she was in fine enough spirits and Mason's company would only ruin that. The last exchange they had, he had the feeling she wanted nothing to do with him. Mason started looking for his troublesome blonde instead. Somebody, he could openly check out and admire without repercussions. If she wasn't in immediate sight, it was likely she was off tormenting that hair model again.

Apparently he had been standing there, drinking and looking into the fire for some time because when he spotted some movement it was Penelope and Sylas exiting the closet. Sylas shrugged causing Mason to smirk. Some bottle that knew what you wanted, hey?



Image
Hecate | HEX: #8b9068 | Casual AF

Image Alex gave the death glare a break thankfully. Not that Andy seemed the least bit concerned by it but Daniel was.

"Maybe," Ajax replied in regards to leaving the camp in a state of vulnerability. Sounded like half denial to Daniel. "I trust that many of you will be able to keep the place in order while I'm gone, though, and It won't be for long. But I know for a fact who I'll leave in charge." Daniel quirked a brow and gave a drum roll for effect. "Trinity." Daniel stopped dead. Last time he checked Trinity had the strength and don't take shit attitude but that's where the "in charge" qualities ended. He even glanced to Alex questioningly to ask if her brother was fully sane and aware. "I'll ask her first, of course. I don't want to spring that responsibility onto her without giving her a choice."

Daniel nodded and laughed. Asking was a start. "A great choice if you want to have us earning our pulse every day."

"If not, then... Liam or you who are the next best options."

Daniel smirked and bowed his head grateful to be thought of no matter how deluded. "I would do the same. Six o'clock rise and shine time followed by a couple beastie conjurations. Then a small breakfast interval as reward for making it. In fact, I'll make a show of it." Daniel chuckled although the idea might have been tempting. Who didn't like a little money on the side and to play God. "Who's Liam?"

"Ya know, camp kinda sorta sucks now. Things were much simpler when it was just us around here," Daniel turned to Theo and smiled. Speaking of potential "in charge" people.

"I wouldn't say simpler."

Daniel stroked his imaginary moustache again. "Yes, you looked in a real predicament being drowned in lady companionship earlier." He chuckled but really, what was so wrong with the newer faces? He would have thought Theo joined the slightly grateful spectrum. More bodies did account for more drama and scheming though last year wasn't short of that. They should have been immune to the crap. "What does an unsucky camp even look like in the eyes of Mr. Smith?" Especially when Theo had come fresh out of being a literal stud. He had four women around him, including Cherise who Daniel stole away to the closet remorselessly. He wouldn't take it back either. Theo still had two red heads to seduce and a quiet blonde.

Since Ajax wasn't feeling chatty and fell back into doom and gloom mode, Daniel initiated conversation again. "We were previously discussing who would make a good second in command. If I had to be responsible I was thinking you," he gestured to Theo. "If I was being myself though, I'd vote for me." That was likely no surprise followed by his grin.

Then Slenderman approached, slinking in. "I believe it's your turn. Have fun," he told Alex followed by a twitch in his eye. Then he did them the great pleasure of walking away.

Daniel smiled at Alex encouragingly before looking back to Evelyn and Andy as they danced tirelessly. Daniel poked up his fingers silently counting how many people he had got to dance so far. "You know this is supposed to be a party. Why don't you fellas get off your butts and make some girl's night by asking her to dance? You too, Alex." Whatever their poor or selfish excuses, Daniel didn't care to hear that kind of negativity. 'I don't feel like it, boohoo. I'm too cool, therefore everybody else should be as bored out of their mind as I am.'

Ajax or Theo could easily have a little boogey with Alex after the closet because she was a party girl and she must have been bored to rant about a girl and guy she hardly knew and be stuck in her brother's company. Some other ginger was available and Eve, Wes, if that's who Alex preferred to dance with. There were options for the miserable sods.

Daniel made his way to Wes, Trinity and the quiet blonde. "Howdy folks. How we doing? Uh, question slash favor, Wesley." Yeah, he didn't particularly care how they were doing. There were things on his mind and the Valises hadn't given him answers. "One, I'm gonna need some love and or dating updates because I am super confused." He took his place beside Wes on the log. "Like, do Slenderman and red have a thing, do Alex and 'Pete' have a thing? I'm super behind in the goss. And, uh two, if I had to do a Freddy Krueger conjuration, who would fare better between these two lovely ladies?" He pointed between the two girls then nudged Trinity. "Hi, by the way. Good to see you too."

He chuckled then held up his hands in surrender, mostly for the girl he didn't yet know. "I would never do that. To a stranger. Probably."

Daniel smacked Wes's human shoulder. "But, look at you, do you feel like a bad ass? You look like one. Just get you some sunglasses, have you say 'I'll be back' and we have a terminator." He laughed again, then leaned towards Wes like revealing a secret. "I was going to borrow your girlfriend for a dance but I understand if you'd be intimidated. I'm no son of Aphrodite but the charm's there when we're dancing. If you don't go all Magic Mike in front of these girls, there's a chance somebody else will." It was unlikely Theo or Ajax would approach Trinity but there was a chance like he said. Daniel winked to urge Wes to make his move. Through all the taunting there were good intentions.

Both the girls looked like they needed something invigorating in their night again. Daniel patted the spot next to him for the young girl that remained standing with a smile.


Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Liam didn't look thrilled at her comment. Sloane diverted her gaze to the drink she held. She felt like a burden to him. She obviously wasn't the type of person he usually spent his time with. And although she enjoyed her time with him... more than she'd care to admit. She didn't expect him to spend every moment with her.

"God, I’d die for some," Eve's voice broke the awkward silence. The blonde was leaning over the table toward both of them, but her comment wasn't for Sloane and she wasn't shy about checking out Liam.

Sloane could feel whatever part of her that had broken out of its shell curling in on itself. She was becoming invisible again like she was before, but this time it was different. This wasn't her choice but a clear neglect of her presence by others. Whatever kind of confidence or openness she might have shown with her posture dissipated. Her shoulders curved forward slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Liam returned the favor of letting his gaze drink in all of Eve's appearance. The girl dressed revealing enough so it didn't take much imagination to guess how the rest of her looked. All the while, Sloane tried her best not to look as uncomfortable as she felt, even forcing herself to take another sip of the cocktail. Although whatever part of her that tried to like it in the beginning was gone, this second drink quickly began to turn her stomach.

"All you need to do is ask, you know," Liam replied. His voice was different, different than it ever was with her. It made Sloane tense. On the outside she looked calm and collected, but inside it took extreme focus to hide her thoughts... and disappointment.

But whatever facade she had up fell when Liam grabbed a handful of Eve's hair and pulled her closer. "I don't think you want to keep teasing me, minx. You might regret it later when I finally get tired of it and actually just do all of the things that I know you're wanting me to do." It was a whisper, but Sloane wasn't far enough away and she heard it all. She swallowed, trying to look away but she couldn't. The whole mating ritual unfolded in front of her as if the rest of camp... and herself, couldn't see it.

She felt like centuries passed before Liam released his hold on Eve. Sloane didn't realize until that moment that she was holding her breath, inhaling sharply. "I’ll catch you later maybe?"

And then the blonde left... And Liam watched her. That was until his gaze fell back on Sloane who stood silent and stoic where they had left her. Yes, she was still there. Funny how easily she could become invisible, even to those she thought might have cared. "I swear to god if she teases me one more time..." He broke the silence with a huff. If he was trying to back pedal, he failed.

Sloane had nothing to say. She only blamed herself. This is what she deserved for getting even a little attached to the only person who spared her more than a moment or two. Liam tip toed around her like she was made of porcelain when it was obvious he needed someone of iron. He remained around her out of obligation or perhaps hopes of getting her in bed. Either way, she betrayed her secluded nature with him and now she was paying the price.

She looked up at Liam letting her gaze linger for a moment. Then the corners of her mouth pulled into a tight smile. Not a friendly one, but the kind you give a coworker in passing out of politeness and nothing more. She gently set the glass down upon the table, still fairly full of the drink he made her. Then Sloane just walked away. She could have rejoined the party, taken a seat around the circle, but why? Who was she kidding? She had no friends. Just a horny body guard and an asshole brother. And she had enough of both of them for the day.

So, without looking back at anyone, not Liam and especially not her brother, Sloane left the party. She didn't waste her time walking on the trails back towards the cabins. But once Liam's place came into view, she temporarily froze where she stood, closing her eyes. Her mouth tensed as she tried to repress any thoughts or feelings she had and took a deep breath. Gods was she stupid. Sloane made a mental note that she had obviously out stayed her welcome and would need to find a new living arrangement in the morning. Her presence was only a hinderance.

Sloane made her way up the porch and opened the door, only to be greeted by the excited puppy. Rocco actually made her smile... just a little. No matter how upset anyone was, it always seemed that animals could bring out a little happiness. Plus, if she was going to leave, who knows the next time she'd see the little guy. She grabbed the dog's leash and hooked it to his collar. Then she took a seat on one of the steps, letting the puppy run around, playing with sticks and digging in the dirt. It was better than sitting in that cabin alone. And if Liam returned with a slutty blonde in tow, she'd have enough warning to disappear rather than deal with another awkward encounter.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Evelyn let them dance, for a time, in silence. But eventually that too came to an end. "So, aside from me of course, who would you prefer as your dancing partner tonight? You might need to use them." The red head then raised her brows. Well, they couldn't dance forever, Andy knew that and it seemed this particular dance was about to come to an end by the suggestion of her comment. "Alternatively, of course, you could use your imagination." Evelyn then smirked.

Andy sighed softly. That question caused far more internal dilemma than it should have. It should have been an easy answer. Ajax. They were on a break, yes. But to most people at camp they were still together. But she couldn't bring herself to say it... or anything, not for a long moment. She cleared her throat, running her fingers back through her hair as she diverted her gaze. "Someone I shouldn't dance with," was all she said, her tone slightly serious. But before too much could be made of her comment, she quickly followed it up. "My stupid brother," she joked with a playful laugh.

Then Evelyn nodded her head towards the water as a silent gesture to say she was leaving. Andy didn't stop her, instead raising her beer in a toast to a new friend before the girl left. On any other day, she would have been content dancing by herself. But, anytime alone meant time alone with her thoughts. So, she snatched up her sandals that she ditched some time ago and scanned what campers remained at the party.

Andy finished her drink and then slowly started toward the bonfire, rejoining the rest of the party. Her mind started to wonder slightly as her steps were slow, letting her toes drag and wiggle in the sand. She hadn't quite realized where they were leading her until she looked up and saw that she was walking straight toward Mason. Andy had no desire to talk to him. Or did she? Apparently her feet had another thought considering they carried her in his direction. But he didn't want to speak to her and if he did it'd only be more hurtful words and judgement. Either way, her gaze fell to the detestable blonde beside him, snapping her out of it. ANdy quickly looked away and diverted her path toward the first person she saw, Daniel.




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"He's a modern-day Disney Princess. We actually met similarly. Post minotaur taming." Wes laughed at the comment while nodding his head in agreement. She wasn't wrong. Trinity then stood up and offered a hand toward Iliana in a friendly greeting, far friendlier than he was used to see from the daughter of Ares. His smile only grew at the sight. "I promise I'll be gentle," she added and winked playfully. Surprisingly, Iliana actually took Trinity's hand and shook it. A friendly proper introduction. How often did that happened at camp?

Then Iliana took her time, typing up a response to his question about the party before revealing what she wrote. "It's been fine so far. I am concerned for a new friend of mine. As far as the closet goes, I have no expectations since I generally am not the party type."

Wes's brows furrowed at her first comment as he gently crossed his arms over his chest. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. As long as this friend isn't like a child of Aphrodite," he laughed at his own joke. "There is a good chance they can kick ass and hold their own. Fights are pretty common here, but it just lets people get it out of their system... Usually." Then he shrugged slightly. "As for the closet you can always just talk with whoever is in there. And if they try anything you don't want knock an S.O.S. on the door and I'll send Trinity in to kick their ass." He motioned toward the feisty blonde with his thumb, giving her a cheeky grin.

"So what's with the secret code messaging? Are you sick?" Trinity asked.

"I can't speak so I have other ways of talking. I am hoping to find my voice again though at this camp."

"Well, if I see a sketchy looking sea witch with a shell necklace on, I'll let you know," Wes jested, laughing at his own terrible joke.

Then Trinity asked about Iliana's parentage, a question that Wes wasn't even sure if he asked about or not. Maybe he did? Or didn't? Either way he didn't remember. "My mother is Demeter. I have a hard time controlling my powers since their linked to my emotions. I am hoping to learn to control them better. Maybe you can help me? You're Ares's daughter right? You mentioned it during the trial. I know I can be strong with my divine abilities, but I am still recovering from something over a year ago, so I am not emotionally stable yet."

And then there was a smack to Wes's shoulder. He pivoted slightly to be met by Keith? "Howdy folks. How we doing? Uh, question slash favor, Wesley." He raised his brows curious as to the nature of this favor. "One, I'm gonna need some love and or dating updates because I am super confused. Like, do Slenderman and red have a thing, do Alex and 'Pete' have a thing? I'm super behind in the goss. And, uh two, if I had to do a Freddy Krueger conjuration, who would fare better between these two lovely ladies?" He then nudged Trinity. "Hi, by the way. Good to see you too." Daniel then held up his hands in surrender. "I would never do that. To a stranger. Probably."

Wes's jaw dropped slightly in confusion. What was going on? Was this Daniel? Sure was acting like Daniel. But last time he checked he was some awkward nerdy dude called Keith. "Woah woah. Ok. Hold on just a minute. I'm confused," Wes interrupted the brunette's ramblings to try and get some sort of answers.

And like a saving grace, Andy arrived creating quite the group out of them, sneaking up to stand on the other side of Daniel. "I'm guessing he didn't tell you, that he's 'back,'" she said making air quotes with her fingers. She then patted her brother on the back giving a smug, slightly annoyed smile. "He's not very good at the whole easing people into letting them know it's him.

Wes nodded his head slightly showing some semblance of understanding at whatever in the hell was going on. Then Daniel went on talking again with another smack to his shoulder. "But, look at you, do you feel like a bad ass? You look like one. Just get you some sunglasses, have you say 'I'll be back' and we have a terminator." He laughed at his own joke, a thought that definitely crossed his mind. "I was going to borrow your girlfriend for a dance but I understand if you'd be intimidated. I'm no son of Aphrodite but the charm's there when we're dancing. If you don't go all Magic Mike in front of these girls, there's a chance somebody else will."

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk... a lot?" At Wes's comment Andy burst out in laughter. She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth but he could still hear her muffled giggles. "And if you want to dance with Trinity, then ask her." He smiled as he spared Trinity a glance. He wasn't her keeper and he had no right to tell her what she could and couldn't do. If she wanted to dance with Daniel, then she was more than welcome to. "Yeah," he added with a shake of his head and a laugh. "There's only one person I'd strip for and that's a private show."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes laughed and gladly shifted forward for Trinity to reach around behind him and shove Daniel. His own hand held her frame slightly to help keep her balance as she struggled a bit to make her arm reach the distance. The personality shifting son of Hecate nodded his head quickly at his comment about only stripping for one person. And, of course, Trin had something to add. "Iliana's a lucky girl." The blonde smirked toward him. Wes rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile. "Since when have you turned all a private showman, anyway? You got nothing to hide." His gaze fell slightly when she tapped his abdomen.

He gently took ahold of Trinity's finger with his real hand and chuckled. "You know who I meant," Wes corrected her with a slight smile. "And we both know you don't like to share. I think you'd smother me with clothes once I got past my shirt." His grin only grew at the comment, giving her a playful nudge with his shoulder.

"Not at the moment, Daniel, sorry. You know I'm just afraid we'll dance and I'll fall hard and fast for you," she then replied to Daniel's offer for a dance.

"I understand." Daniel tapped his heart and bowed his head.

Trinity then stood up and put her foot on the log where she was sitting. Her gaze was on him expectantly which caused him to raise a brow curiously. Wes adjusted how he sat slightly, letting his finger tips brush against her calf lightly. It was a brief touch. He couldn't help but smirk, looking up at her from the corner of his eyes. Before he could do it again a whistle cut through the noise of the small group. He jumped slightly, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, withdrawing his touch from Trin's leg.

Wes looked over in the direction the sound came from, surprised to see it was Iliana. He didn't know the girl was capable of any noise, let alone one that loud. "Can someone please explain to me what the deal is with this Daniel here? I thought his name was Keith? Was that a lie? What do you mean he's back? I am sorry, I am just so confused right now and it's driving me nuts here."

"Think of it as a split personality. Keith was here, now he's not," Daniel answered the question with a vague comment. Wes nodded his head in appreciation of the answer. But he felt someone curious like Iliana might not be satisfied with such a vague response. "Forgive me for not wanting to waste time now I'm finally me again. I think as a rule...as hard and confusing as it is on all of you...until another identity is implanted in your minds, you don't talk about how I should behave. Or, how nuts it drives you guys... See you later." He then turned and left the group.

Wes sighed, looking down. He didn't mean to upset Daniel, nor did he think anyone else did. But he didn't think he should be the one to chase after him. Luckily, as if she was on the same wavelength, Andy followed after Daniel. She was probably the safest bet to talk to him. That then left Wes with Trinity and Iliana once again. He tried his best to smile before looking between the girls.

"Does this camp ever have... normal days?" Wes asked rhetorically as he looked over at Trinity. He didn't whisper the question or anything but he directed it a little more toward Trin since she had been there even longer than himself. It probably didn't paint the best image for Iliana who had only been there a couple days. But it was a sad truth about the place.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
At one point during the rapid fire conversation Andy caught a glimpse of Trinity who looked straight at her. The blonde gave a tight smile, like she knew that something was going on in her head even though she didn't say anything. Andy gave a similar smile in return but said nothing. Instead she remained more of a spectator as Trinity and Wes came to terms with Daniel being back.

Then there was a high pitch whistle that made Andy's face scrunch up. Was that necessary? She looked over at the culprit, like the rest of them, to be met by the screen of a tablet. "Can someone please explain to me what the deal is with this Daniel here? I thought his name was Keith? Was that a lie? What do you mean he's back? I am sorry, I am just so confused right now and it's driving me nuts here."

Andy didn't know why, but it seemed her patience with nosey campers was growing thin that night. Maybe it was her protectiveness over Daniel now that he was back. But she said nothing, instead chewing on the inside of her cheek quietly. "Forgive me for not wanting to waste time now I'm finally me again. I think as a rule...as hard and confusing as it is on all of you...until another identity is implanted in your minds, you don't talk about how I should behave. Or, how nuts it drives you guys... See you later." And then he left.

She sighed, raising her right hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Damn it," Andy huffed under her breath. She didn't mean to upset him or anything. She let Daniel head off a bit before she turned and followed after him. Her steps were quicker than his so it didn't take her long to catch up with him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. "Daniel, wait." Andy wasn't going to force him to stop, but hoped he wouldn't fight her.

Once he slowed down, she walked around him until they were face to face. Thankfully, no one else followed after them. Andy wanted a moment with Daniel without others hovering around asking questions or whatever else. "Look... I'm sorry." She sighed, slowly dropping her hand from his shoulder. "I'm happy you're back. Truly. I just..." Her voice trailed off as she squinted her eyes trying to find the way to explain how she felt. "It's very overwhelming," she finally said with a weak laugh.

Andy shifted her weight from one foot to another. "Your death changed me. I don't know what mom told you... But I tried so hard to save you. I let her take you away, hoping that her being a God was your best chance at survival. And then she showed up the next day, telling me you were dead." She cleared her throat, looking down at the ground as she tried not to let her emotions get the better of her. "I never got to see you again. All I had was this." Her right hand tugged a chain around her neck, pulling off the locket that was hidden beneath her shirt. She then took Daniel's hand and placed the necklace in his palm.

After a long moment, she inhaled deeply through her nose before speaking once again. "If you want to know what happened while you were gone I'll tell you. All of it." Andy gently took his arm, giving it a gentle tug. She led them over to a farther end of the beach where no one would bug them or eaves drop. Then she told Daniel everything. Every single detail that happened over the past year, stuff he'd want to know... Some stuff he wouldn't, like her night with Ajax. Then there was the trials, the fights, the romances. But then her words started to falter when she focused more on her own life, in particular the past couple days.

"You're return just happened at a time where I am not even remotely emotionally stable." Andy laughed at her own misery. At least she had that going for her. She ran her hand back through her hair and scratched her head. "Ajax asked for a break... Because I am conflicted." She didn't know how else to word it, but her gaze drifted off in the direction of Mason in time to see him kiss Eve's neck. Andy inhaled sharply, quickly looking away as she clenched her jaw. She took a moment to calm herself before looking back toward her brother. "That's everything," she crossed her heart with her right index finger and smiled.

Then as if a large red target was painted on her back, Sylas seemed to miraculously appear, joining the two of them. Andy nearly cursed under her breath at his arrival. How much had he heard? That's all she needed was him taking her words and whispering them to Mason like a snake.

"Evening," Sylas said with a smile, raising his glass in a greeting toward Andy and Daniel. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Sylas," he said to Daniel, offering him his hand in a polite greeting. Honestly, he had no real meaning behind him crashing the sibling bonding moment... beyond perhaps ruffling Andy's feathers a bit. He liked to see what the feisty girl had up her sleeve and what about her drove Mason mad.

Before Daniel could reply she sighed and spoke up. "He's Mason's new friend... And broke my nose during capture the flag." She looked between her brother and himself, giving her best smile.

"Still upset about that? It looks like it healed up nicely. Perks of being at the demigod camp." Sylas smirked, raising his glass to his lips and took a drink, before looking back toward Daniel. "Daniel...? Keith...? I bet you have an interesting story."

Andy had no reason not to like Sylas, outright at least. She didn't hear everything Liam said, but whatever had happened between them pissed off the son of Ares unlike she had ever seen. Then there was her own encounters with him. It definitely was enough for her to not to want to be overly friendly with him. That and not wanting every single thing she does being used as fuel for Mason. She hadn't noticed that her stance had shifted slightly so that she was standing partially in front of her brother. "If you're that curious, ask Mason."

Sylas smirked, tapping the side of his glass with his finger. "My my. She is a protective one, isn't she?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Eve Drakos
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Hecate | HEX: #8b9068 | Casual AF

Image He was happy just wandering about doing his own thing to kill the rest of time until Andy stepped in front of him. He sighed out knowing how a good chunk of the conversation would go. She was sorry but she was one of the worse for wanting answers that he couldn't give and wanting him to act better. More accordingly. He might have only heard her vocalize it once but her look towards him said it all. His sister always did have soulful and expressive eyes.

"Look... I'm sorry. I'm happy you're back. Truly. I just..." Daniel waited for her to find the word. "It's very overwhelming," she said instead with a weak laugh.

Daniel just nodded. He wasn't taking away the emotions of Andy in the situation but he had his own.

"Your death changed me. I don't know what mom told you... But I tried so hard to save you. I let her take you away, hoping that her being a God was your best chance at survival. And then she showed up the next day, telling me you were dead."

Noticing Andy get upset, Daniel tried to let her know she didn't have to press on. Hecate was his best chance of survival because here he stood at the end of the day. "And-"

But she continued anyway. "I never got to see you again. All I had was this." Daniel watched her take off her necklace and place it in his palm. He closed his hand around it gently.

"Are you sure you shouldn't keep it?" he said quietly. One thing having a blade shoved through him taught him was you never knew when your last day was. A war was a good hint as any but if Andy needed the locket...if it was all she had..it was better in her hands. Something to remember him by, as himself. "I'm here now."

They were silent for a while then Andy sighed. "If you want to know what happened while you were gone I'll tell you. All of it." He certainly couldn't say no to that. Andy led them to the furthest side of the beach to lay the details on him. The good, the bad and the ugly. There was a nose crinkle here and there, a puzzled expression but a lot could happen in the space of a year. He was all caught up for better or worse and most of it went by without commentary as he absorbed all the news.

But when Andy addressed her own shoes and not distant stories of other campers, her voice let her down. "You're return just happened at a time where I am not even remotely emotionally stable." She did that poor laugh again making him frown. She didn't have to pretend with him but they both got like that, not letting people see the hurt and control they were losing. "Ajax asked for a break... Because I am conflicted." What did that mean? Daniel frowned again. More so when she inhaled sharply like she was stung by something. Daniel's eyes flickered to Mason and Eve again then returned on Andy. As much as Andy informed him, there were still a couple of mysteries for the solo detective to unravel. "That's everything," she concluded crossing her heart.

Daniel pursed his lips. Well, it kind of made sense how Daniel's return was the cherry on top to Andy's problems. "So you're telling me I'm not going to be an uncle any time soon," he mumbled. At least not to Ajax's kid. Unless they weren't safe the other night but he preferred not to know about the measures used... or un-used for protection. The whole alcohol involvement didn't make him too at ease. But that wasn't the only thing he took away from the story of the year he missed. "Thank you for the update."

Then Sylas slinked over again. It was harsh but Keith didn't like his vibes and Daniel didn't like his face without much reason other than him being a douche to his unconfirmed girlfriend. "Evening," he said and raised his glass in greetings. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Sylas." Ah so Sylas was the official name of Slenderman. He held out a hand and Daniel shook it.

Before he opened his mouth to introduce himself, Andy sighed. "He's Mason's new friend... And broke my nose during capture the flag."

Daniel returned his hand slowly. If it weren't camp that would have been a serious problem but Daniel really didn't know what to make of it. It was hard because it made him dislike Sylas a little more but the context of camp and the game was combat. Besides, it was good Mason had a new couple of friends. "Still upset about that? It looks like it healed up nicely. Perks of being at the demigod camp." Sylas smirked. Daniel titled his head to the side. Maybe it was his way with women.

"Daniel...? Keith...? I bet you have an interesting story."

Daniel smiled and shrugged. "Don't we all? Call me either. I have a twin, but we're never at the same place at the same time." Again, he didn't say these things thinking every stranger an idiot, but why not make some whimsical story.to dismiss questions and curiosity.

But Andy had her own response, shifting herself slightly in front of him. "If you're that curious, ask Mason."

He looked at her confused. Okay so the thoughts and feelings with Mason were definitely rocky. "My my. She is a protective one, isn't she?"

"A little bit," he agreed, frowning at the back of Andy's head. Daniel stepped beside her trying to catch her eye. They might not have liked the guy because he carried his nose in the air, but she had to take it easy. She didn't need her hands full with an enemy at camp. "Speaking of interesting Slendy, what's the story with the neck?" He was sporting that bruise like a trend and it's not like that didn't have an interesting origin. It's not like he fell or it was an accident.

"You know I just got to say it is good to officially meet you, Sylas. To put a name to the face." He wasn't exactly a spotlight guy to everybody but Daniel and his other ego had been getting glimpses of Sylas. Enough for him to stand out.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
There was no way in the world Sloane would have been able to fall asleep, even if she wanted to. Her mind was racing with so many things. To say that her life was a whirlwind in the last 24 hours was an understatement. She took it all with a grain of salt and found herself able to breathe. But she didn't realize the new vulnerabilities that came with letting new people into her life. Liam in particular.

She didn't blame him, nor was she mad at him. Sloane had zero claim on the man and from what she had seen of him before crossing paths, he wasn't leading the race for Prince Charming. So, she shouldn't have expected any less. Regardless of what was or was not there between them, having someone she felt like she could rely on... maybe even trust was nice. She just obviously misinterpreted many things. Although Liam didn't make it any clearer when he kissed her a moment earlier.

Sloane sighed, rolling over onto her back and pinched the bridge of her nose. What in the hell was she going to do? She had no where to stay and sure as hell had zero desire to return to her brother's cabin. But before she could dwell at that fact too long, the sound of Liam's bedroom door opening caught her attention. The abrupt sound in the silence made her heart skip a beat. She pushed off the couch, lifting her torso enough so that she could peek over the back toward his door. Her body quickly sunk back into the cushions when she saw the giant lumber over toward her.

Before she had a chance to lift her feet to make room for him, Liam took ahold of her ankles gently, sitting where they once laid. Sloane had planned to withdraw her legs in toward herself, that was until he let them rest upon his lap. It was like he was trying his best not to disturb her anymore than he already had. And although there was silence between them, it wasn't awkward per se, but it wasn't exactly comfortable like their silences before were.

"You don't have to go, Sloane," he said. Liam's words sliced through the silence like butter. She found herself looking down the long couch toward him, directly into his eyes that seemed much heavier than they had previously. "I just - I can't read minds. I can't read women or hints or anything like that. I can do a lot of things, but I can't do those. I can't get my thoughts out straight or tell you how I feel, but I can try. Not that it will come out right, but I do try."

Liam's arms rested across her calves, while his leg began to bounce. But she didn't speak, afraid her own words would divert his thoughts. "You told me to mingle, but if mingling means I can't hit on other women, then you should tell me. I don't need other women."

Sloane inhaled sharply as her gaze fell to where his arms met her legs. Her own fingers tugger at the hem of her skirt as she searched for words. Why couldn't she say it? Liam sat her all but vomiting his feelings on her, yet she was silent. Her eyes closed when she finally forced words out. "You can do whatever you want, Liam... And hit on whomever you want. I just... didn't want to be a burden, or in the way." It was partly the truth anyway. She couldn't bring herself to admit she didn't like seeing him flirt with someone else. Not when she clutched his hand not a moment before. But those words didn't leave her lips.

"All you have to do is tell me what you want, Sloane. You seemed... happy since you left your brother, and that's what I want for you. You should be able to feel like you can be yourself, trust yourself, be open without fear. I'm not saying you need to do all of those things with me, but I was kind of hoping that we were headed in that direction."

"I am happier." Sloane felt the need to clarify that. No matter what happened between her and Liam, she was happy getting the brief glimpse of freedom she got, regardless of the end result. "And I... We were," she confirmed.

"I don't want to be just this man that follows you around so that your brother will stay away from you, is what I am trying to say. Judging from the party incident, maybe you don't want me to be, either." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. It was only when he looked away that Sloane let herself look over at him. "I don't know what this is, but... If you go, Rocco would be very sad. He'd mope. Do you want to be responsible for a moping puppy?"

She smiled. It was brief and it faded as quickly as her gaze fell back to her hands that rested in her lap. "No... I don't want you to be my body guard." Sloane's words were quiet, nearly a whisper. It was only several moments after the words left her lips that she manage to meet his gaze. It was in that moment that she became very aware of her legs in his lap. She nearly pulled them from him and in toward herself. But she stopped herself. They just spoke of trusting and not being scared. Withdrawing into herself was a cowards move... a safe move. So, she forced herself to remain where she sat. Another small step forward.

"I do appreciate everything you've done for me, Liam... truly. And... I don't want to leave." Her voice trailed off, but she managed to keep her gaze on Liam. "But, I don't want to be in your way. I have no right to be... uncomfortable about what you do with other women. And if you want me to go... I'll go."

Sloane didn't move, but internally she prepared... Prepared to hear the words that he did want her to leave. Maybe he was trying to soften the blow. Regardless, whatever he wanted, she'd listen. This was his place and her life all but bombarded his own. She has no right to a spot in his cabin or being jealous of him flirting with someone else, although she wouldn't admit that it was jealousy. Now it was her turn for her leg to become slightly restless. Her toes twitched occasionally before her left leg began to bounce. Just rip off the bandaid.




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"You know this is actually a pretty good normal day margin. Considering the other days we've had." Wes nodded his head at Trinity's words but had nothing to add. "Daniel will be fine and if he holds some grudge, he'll just conjure a killer in your cabin to get even."

He let out a genuine laugh at the comment, raising his mechanical arm to rub his temples while shaking his head. Wes smiled toward Trinity, but it quickly faded when he realized how serious a comment like that could be taken. He held out his other hand toward Iliana in a reassuring manner. "Not seriously. Ok, well seriously, but he has no reason to do that to you. He'd reserve stuff like that for Trinity or Andy... Or someone who genuinely annoyed him." He smiled weakly. Yeah, that wasn't going to be helpful at all.

Then it seemed Iliana had other thoughts on her mind. "Sylas scares me for some reason. He's hard to read."

Trinity looked towards him for help. Wes sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He rubbed the back of his neck before speaking. "The same thing could be said about other people here as well. Personally, I'd worry about Eve." He shrugged his shoulders like he was brushing the thought off before it could fully leave his lips. "But that's just me."

"Do not let him see your fear. That douche is a leech, nothing more. Don't give him an inch of satisfaction. You can crush him under your heel." Trinity's fire always made Wes smile. Although he didn't know if he completely agree with the 'crushing him under your heel' portion. Iliana seemed to be the type to be afraid of her own shadow before standing up to someone else. But maybe he was wrong.

"You said you were Demeter's kid and your powers were linked to your emotions. So when you're sad or angry they just come out? Demeter's pretty nature-based right?"

"Trinity has a mind for battle strategy," he said, smiling as he looked over at the blonde. "She's probably trying to figure out how your abilities could be useful in a fight." Wes lightly nudged Trin with his elbow before he continued. "She's been trying to convince me to use my abilities more often since I can't fight for shit." He laughed, shaking his head at his jabs at himself. After all, it was the truth.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"Don't we all? Call me either. I have a twin, but we're never at the same place at the same time."

Sylas actually chuckled at the comment. It wasn't particularly a good joke but the added fact that he himself had his own twin made it resonate with him. He nodded his head, taking a sip from his drink before he spoke. "If only we all were that lucky. Although it would appear that she is no longer here," he added as his gaze scanned the party. He hadn't notice her depart but it seemed the lumbering idiot was also no where to be seen. An unfortunate side effect. He made a mental note to continue chipping away at Liam in the morning. He wouldn't dare miss the rest of the proceedings in the closet.

"A little bit." Andy's nose scrunched up as Sylas joked like they were all old friends catching up. She let out a sigh as Daniel moved out from behind her. She crossed her arms over her chest, but didn't look away from either one of them. After only some of the things she's encountered and heard, she was not a fan of leaving her brother alone in his presence.

"Speaking of interesting Slendy, what's the story with the neck?" Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked between her brother and the marks on Sylas's neck. Andy hadn't noticed them earlier. Perhaps her mind was too busy with other thoughts to care, but it made her wonder if that had to do with the conversation that happened between Liam and Trinity. Instinctually, she looked around at the remaining people at the party hoping she could find Liam towering over everyone else. But he was no where to be found.

Sylas inhaled sharply after another sip of his drink. His right index finger raised to trace along the bruises while he shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "Demigods are a lot... rougher than mortals. Not that I'm complaining." He smirked in a mischievous way before he downed the remaining contents of his drink. He was more than aware of some of the glares Daniel gave him while he spent time with Evelyn. Although he didn't explicitly say the redhead was the culprit of said markings, he wasn't going to stop the son of Hecate from thinking otherwise.

"You know I just got to say it is good to officially meet you, Sylas. To put a name to the face."

He shrugged and smirked slightly. "Happy to oblige." Sylas slid his left hand into his pocket while the other motioned towards Andy. "I'm sure you're thrilled to have your brother 'back'." His gaze drifted over toward Daniel as he continued. "It seems that your sister here has a habit of being at the epicenter of drama here."

Andy took a slight step back, furrowing her brows. "The hell does that mean?"

"Nothing," he replied. "Just that it might be nice to have someone in your corner. We could always use someone on our side." With his last word, Sylas placed his hand on Andy's shoulder. Before she could recoil he let subtle suggestions flow forth into her. At first he had every intention to give her feelings of guilt. But their touch enlightened him in that... she already was heavily weighed down with these thoughts. That and a juggle between Ajax and Mason.

So instead, he eased some of the guilt. Not much, just enough that Andy would have a nudge to act on impulse rather than worry about her effect on everyone else. The girl didn't know what she wanted. But maybe with one of her walls down, she'd let herself be drawn to Mason like she wanted to be deep down. He could see it in her eyes. And if Mason had Andy... Well, it'd only benefit Sylas in the long term. After all, what goes around comes around. Good karma and all that.

Andy shrugged her shoulder free from Sylas's grasp and took another step back so she was out of arm's reach. "Maybe you should listen to your own advice," she said with a sharp bite to her words.

"I have Mason. Last I checked that was more than you."

Before Sylas could say anything else, Andy pivoted on her heels and walked off. Daniel was more than capable of dealing with that snake's bullshit and just hearing Mason's name set something off in her. She didn't need to linger around and listen to his passive aggressive crap. Instead of joining any of the groups that lingered around the fire eagerly waiting for their chance in the closet, she wondered off toward the refreshment table. She scooped up the nearest shot and downed it, without even checking to see what it was. Just before she went to grab another, her gaze drifted toward the closet as the recent pair exited.

Alex walked out followed by Duke, looking far too content. It wasn't particularly a secret the crush she harbored for the son of Hephaestus. Her gaze met Alex's briefly. Andy groaned and rolled her eyes before turning her back toward the pissy brunette. "For fuck's sake," she muttered under her breath. Maybe it was time for her to leave this damn party and hermetically seal herself in her cabin for the next... decade at least.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir




sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B


Image
andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
alexandria valis
zeusx|xoutfitx|x#d63b71


Image
ajax valis
zeusx|xoutfitx|xgreen


Image

x





Sylas's attention turned toward the newest development of the game, watching as Mason and Andy stepped into the closet. He raised his hand to scratch his jaw as he glanced around. Regardless if Mason ever said it out loud or not, this was what he wanted. Andy. He had to keep himself from smirking at thought of Ajax's hatred at the sight. No doubt it took everything in the son Zeus not to intervene. Sylas contemplated making his way over to him, just to give him a little push. But before he moved his gaze froze on Alex.

The camp has seen more than its fair share of scuffles between Mason and Ajax, at this point it had grown to be expected every so often. Although the prospect of any fight was intriguing to Sylas, that's not what he wanted. He wanted to bring forth anger, hatred and disgust that people harbored deep inside. The dirty little demons they hid away from the world. Their true nature. He recalled Capture the Flag and the trial, the sharp and bitterly truthful words Andy exchanged with Alex. And then how easy the daughter of Zeus was to trigger with a fraction of his powers.

He only allowed himself a brief smirk before he made his way across the beach. Sylas snagged up a cup of something from the refreshment table, a beverage in a red solo cup that no one ever questioned. With the drink in hand, he made his way over to Alex. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look stunning this evening." When she reached out to take the cup from him, Sylas's other hand gently took her wrist in his. He made sure that they stood close, intimately. So if anyone else saw them, nothing looked out of order beyond Alex flirting with yet another guy.

With the touch of her wrist, Sylas let his powers slowly flow into Alex. He first filled her mind with false thoughts about himself. Simple ideas, that made him not seem like the bad guy. He's charming and a good guy. It's just a drink. Simple persuasion so that she didn't recoil at his touch. Then he let the deeper thoughts coil through her subconscious. Of course, Andy gets what she wants... Mason alone in the closet. She loves him more than your brother. She'd do anything for him. What does she do for Ajax? Nothing. Ajax deserves better than her. The bitch spoke out against you at your trial. Andy would rather see you dead. But, she can't kill you... If she's dead first.

It was never a secret when a Zeus child was angry. The sky began to rumble as dark clouds slowly began to form. Luckily enough for Alex, that in the dark of the night they were unseen. Her jaw was clenched and nostrils flared. Veins protruded from her neck while her knuckles went white with rage. Her anger was like that of an Ares kid, seeing red... tunnel vision. All that continued to circle through her mind was Andy. The bitch that toys with her brother. The whore who has to have Mason and Ajax. Self righteous bitch, who called her a murderer.

Before she had realized it, Alex had crossed the beach and was standing in front of the closet. No one tried to stop her. Or maybe they did, but she didn't notice. She didn't hesitate opening the door with so much force it was a surprise it didn't rip it off it's hinges. Inside stood Andy and Mason, chest to chest, lip to lip. Alex didn't even take a moment to assess the situation or take it in. Instead, her hand reached out and took a fistful of Andy's hair. Then with a forceful jerk, she yanked the brunette from Mason's arms and threw her down onto the ground.

Andy had no idea what was going on as she was flung face first into the sand. She barely had time to spit the grains out of her mouth before Alex was there. She jerked Andy over onto her back and pinned her down on the ground. Still in a state of shock, she didn't have a chance to block Alex's first punch which clipped her in the jaw. Before she had a chance to swing again, Andy put up her hands. With the use of her powers she launched Alex off of her, throwing her several feet backwards.

"What in the hell are you doing, you psychotic bitch!?" Andy shouted toward Alex as they both climbed to their feet. Thunder crashed overhead, the rumbling shaking beneath their feet. Then the skies opened up causing a deluge of rain to fall from the heavens like a monsoon.

Image

Alex charged toward her, slamming her shoulder into Andy's chest and tackling her to the ground. It wasn't like the fights most girls had, screaming, pulling hair and slapping each other. This was the type of fight that could only happen at a place like this, rage in their eyes, attacking with meaning and intent to kill. It all moved so quickly, one minute Alex was on top and then another it was Andy. Neither one of them was in control for long, just enough to get in a good punch or two.

For awhile, it all was a blur. They both were bloody and soaked by the rain, slamming each other into the ground, pinning each other down and throwing fists. At one point, Alex wormed her way behind her opponent. Her feet hooked around Andy's waist, while she gripped her in a tight choke hold. For a minute, Andy struggled, clawing at Alex's arms and coughing as she tried to breath. She had to push the panic aside, trying to think through the rage and rain to find a way out. Finally, she threw her head back, slamming it into Alex's nose and dug her elbow into her side.

That was a pivotal turning point. They no longer just wanted to win but were out for blood. The punches were more direct, with all their strength. Their faces were cut, bruised and bloodied while the rain had them drenched and the sand clung to them as they rolled around. Profanities were muffled by the sounds of thunder. Knuckles were split. But neither one of them gave in.

The fight looked like it might never let up until one of them was dead. In one of the shifts of power, Andy managed to rotate her body and pin Alex to the ground, like they both had done several times before. But unlike before, her legs pinned Alex's torso with her arm stretched up along Andy's chest. She had the daughter of Zeus in an arm lock, and for a brief moment, she contemplated snapping it right on the elbow.

Andy kept her grip tight and jaw clenched as Alex struggled beneath her. But from under her soaked brunette locks she looked around and through the mist of the rain, she saw all the campers watching them. She growled, releasing Alex's arm and shoved her away with her foot. Andy stood up and spit at the ground next to daughter of Zeus's head. "You should be fucking rotting in Tartarus. Murderer," She kicked wet sand toward Alex before she turned and started to walk away.

Image Electricity began to crackle in the air around Alex as she moved to her feet. "I am not a MURDERER!" she screamed. Then a bright bolt of lightning surged down from the sky and slammed into Andy. The blast threw her back several feet in the air and then she crashed into the ground. She skidded through the sand, convulsing from the shock until she collided with a tree, knocking her unconscious. Steam rose from her skin in the cool rain, as Andy's body laid motionless in the sand.

Alex was still in a fit of rage and began to storm after Andy, even though the girl no longer posed as a threat. But Ajax was there, wrapping his arms around her to stop her from finishing the job.

"Al, that's enough!" His voice was firm as he kept his hold on her as tightly as he could.

Alex spat the blood out of her mouth as she turned her head and glared right at Mason. This was both of their faults. They had no doubt planned this all along so they could be together. If Mason wanted to fight her to defend Andy's honor? Then he was more than welcome to try. "YOU WANTED THIS ALL ALONG!" she yelled, not caring who was watching, or what they thought about her. "GET OFF ME!" She ripped herself out of her brother's hold on her. She didn't mean to lash out at him, he knew that, but with how angry she was, she was unpredictable.

Image"It's a shame they only threw him in Tartarus as he deserves death.. and one day!? I'll do it myself." She growled the threat through her teeth, though it was more a promise than a threat."He's a parasite.. just like you."

Ajax pointed in Andy's direction as he still kept hold of Alex. "Someone..." He didn't dare to think that she was anything other than just unconscious. Although her body remained motionless. "Take her to the infirmary. Al, stop now... it's not worth it."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Image

Evelyn traced stray patterns in the damp sand deciding to spare fellow campers from interrogation and jumping through the mental hoops. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes sighing out to herself.

She had potentially met one of the nicest guys on camp and chose to test him and Heath instead. Even if a normal conversation was bland and dull, it was better than engaging in debate about the value of truth verse manners. Evelyn glanced in the direction of the fire and observed the odd mix of leftovers. The quiet blonde and Trinity, interesting. She wondered if the smaller one would come out unscathed. Then the bottle was passed into Mason's hands. She ended up closing her eyes and trying to relax, or let go of that habit to observe everything and everyone around her anyway. That was until she heard a rumble in the sky. Then she saw Alex pacing up to the closet and ripping Andy out of there followed by a punch. She was so shocked that only the next crash of thunder reminded her she could be indirectly a target of Zeus's wrath. She quickly withdrew her feet from the water and jumped up only to be drowned in rain. Yet like many of her peers, she could only watch in amazement: amazement that the two girls could hold so much rage and violence towards one another and didn't care they were the spectacle of impulse.

Just as the dispute appeared to reach a conclusion, Alex yelled to the skies and sent lightning out at Andy. Evelyn jumped. It was only then Ajax decided to intervene. Evelyn hugged herself becoming transfixed on Andy's motionless body. There was no sign of obvious breaths from her distance and through the rain. When Mason picked the brunette up, Evelyn's eyes darted to the Valises. She thought about offering them words of advice but in total truth, she didn't want to approach them. They wouldn't listen. After being deemed not guilty in the trial via the effects of a curse, Alex thought she was off probation and could endanger another life? It didn't make sense.

Evelyn's eyes scanned the last of the demigods on the beach gauging their response. The party was well and truly over and it wasn't safe with all the voltage coursing through the air. She didn't need enhanced senses to pick up on such a shift in the environment on its many levels. Without any more to do and nothing to say, Evelyn headed for the path, her soaked red hair plastered to her pale skin.

Of course, how could 7 minutes in heaven not end dramatically?



Image
xxxxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image
Trinity all but sipped on her drink when shit hit the fan. She rushed forward to see Alex and Andy trading blows and rolling about the sand for the upper hand. Her jaw set and fists clenched, edging closer to the fight but she couldn’t interfere as long as the odds were even. As much as the girls were out to kill each other, they played fair. And the rage in them needed to be released.

That was until Andy got barbequed by lightning. Mason hurried in the direction of Andy as Alex raved on and on at him. She watched him pick her up and have words said through his teeth with Ajax, then disappear. Trinity marched up to the Valises and shoved Ajax, trying to part the siblings. “Let her go Ajax, she could go another round!” she demanded, locking her fiery gaze on Alex, challenging and provoking her. “I tried to sympathise with you! You have no damn excuse for touching Andy.” Her nostrils flared and steam could emanate from her own body she was so mad.

She looked at Ajax next and jabbed a finger at him. “And you, people expect better of you. You're supposed to be a leader, but all you see and care about is your sister who frankly, puts the camp more at threat than helps it! You're both out of fucking control.” Her chest heaved as she had finally let it out. She sure didn't trust Alex and now she was losing faith in Ajax. Couldn't he have diverted the lightning or something? She thought he was the more powerful out of the two but he did nothing and continued to do nothing except hold Alex. “Wake up, Ajax! Your sister isn't the only one who needs you!” Trinity pushed Alex. She really was the golden girl, but not to Trinity and if she wasn't all bruised and battered already, Trinity would have swung. Even if Alex didn't deserve better. But the moment Alex broke free of Ajax and had a go, Trinity would retaliate and that's what she hoped for.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Hecate | HEX: #8b9068 | Casual AF

Image Daniel's eyes narrowed into a suspicious squint when Sylas traced his neck and an answer departed his mouth. "Demigods are a lot... rougher than mortals. Not that I'm complaining." Daniel inclined his chin as if in understanding, as if the answer was fair but there was suggestion packed under it with that smirk of his. One Daniel couldn't really do anything about, nor even be certain of the source. But he just hoped it wasnt a certain red head. She didn't seem like the kind to get super kinky and rough but...behind closed doors... the thought was disturbing.

Unlike his far more expressive sister, Daniel moved on to the next subject and pretended all was fine. And Sylas went along willingly. "Happy to oblige. I'm sure you're thrilled to have your brother 'back'. It seems that your sister here has a habit of being at the epicenter of drama here."

Daniel frowned and looked at Andy, who seemed just as taken back by the comment. And so unfolded another tense conversation between the two that resulted in Andy walking off.

Daniel reached for her arm, but Andy was gone like the wind leaving Daniel standing there as an awkward spectator. "So you and her...not the best of friends I'm sensing." He nodded to himself as that was all but confirmed throughout their entire interaction.

Not long after, Mason's bottle landed on Andy and the world went bibbity bobbity boo, here's some drama for you. A vicious fight unfolded. Alex conjured some torrential rain with her storm then threw lightning at Andy. Daniel tried to catch her, or cushion the blow with his magic but it happened too fast and she slammed into a tree. "Andy!" Mason was by her in a heartbeat, but the rest of the noise and surroundings Daniel blocked out. Alex looked like a savage animal, being held back by its trainer.

He shook his head. What the hell was wrong with her. Trinity stormed up to the Valises and in that moment he could only think one thing. Good. Break her arm and his nose like Andy should have. But he didn't have time to stick around and witness the event or thank her in advance. He looked back to where he last saw Mason and Andy but they were gone. Daniel broke into a run to join them, hitting aside branches, slipping up just before the infirmary then surged forward through the door. He stopped dead when he saw Mason and Andy. He was confronted by how poor she looked. "You actually brought her to the infirmary...thank you," he said and started forward.

Daniel slowly sunk into a conjured chair by Andy's other side. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine. They're keeping her stable at least and warm from what I can tell."

Daniel just nodded. "You know I - "

"It's not your fault." Mason cut off, his eyes trained on Andy. "You're not the one that summoned the lightning and you're not the cause."

Daniel looked his sister's motionless body over. "Whoever's fault it is, my sister's stuck in the infirmary." That was his first priority. Deal with Andy's situation then they could debate whose fault it was.



D U K ExxL O Y C E N
Son of Hephaestus | HEX: #780707 | Outfit


ImageDuke was stumped, and he was usually one who had a practical approach to everything. But Alex and Andy pummeled into each other like a couple of Ares kids then Alex sent lightning at the brunette. He watched Andy anxiously before he lowered his head, glaring away from the scene. This was all wrong, Alex was supposed to be getting to herself and being better. Calling lightning to strike a fellow demigod wasn't the way to go about it and it'd only turn the others against her or at least look upon her unfavorably.

Duke growled to himself in frustration then heard some more yelling. Trinity was in front of the Zeus siblings, antagonizing them. He walked up to them quickly before another fight broke out and put himself between the two girls holding out his arms. "Take it easy. Everybody needs to simmer down." He slowly lowered his hands, looking between both the parties then rested on the Zeus siblings. "I think you two should go." The party was over so it wasn't as if Duke was banning them from the now non-existent fire. "I think we should all retire for the night," he said, focusing on Trinity again.

Erasing the night couldn't be done with a simple sleep but for now, he just needed everybody to go their separate ways. Tomorrow the Valises would be gone from campgrounds and maybe that would allow some emotions to cool off and people to gain perspective again. More importantly, demigods could take the time as an opportunity to train and gain control of themselves. The trip to Olympus was needed, for the Valises and others as a break from the Valises.

When he was sure people had vacated the beach, Duke finally sighed and massaged his temples. He pursed his lips and cleaned up the bottles abandoned on the sand and leftover food. He'd usually give up on somebody by now but he couldn't give up on Alex and Ajax. Even when they were unwilling to change. But it couldn't be forgotten that Gods were cruel, and maybe that power in a half-human went to their head. Duke didn't like to consider it but it was possible.

With the beach cleaned up to the best of his ability or what he could see anyway, Duke headed to the Valis cabin. He didn't know if Alex would be fuming still or crying , but even through this hardship it was important they didn't disappear without telling the others, or at least a few, they were going with their father tomorrow. Besides, Duke wanted to see how they were going. "You two okay?" Duke approached Ajax, patting his shoulder. Some things were said to him that would play on his mind no matter how stone-faced he was. "I can stay here the night, and depart with you two in the morning. I also think you should try to talk to Andy before we go," he added lowly. "Vanishing without a word is only going to make things worse."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
It took her a little off guard that when she finished speaking, Liam seemed to nearly smirk to himself. Sloane couldn't help but replay everything she said in her head over and over on repeat wondering what she could have said that would warrant that response. Nothing came up, but it still puzzled her. But she didn't let on that it did, instead remaining quiet and patient for him to speak up in response.

"You're happy, I'm happy. I think maybe we're both making progress here," he finally spoke breaking the silence. When Sloane looked up to meet Liam's gaze, she could see the exhaustion that tugged at his eyelids and threatened to carry him off into a deep slumber. "You want to be here, I want you to be here. The world is simple, Sloane." She let out a quiet chuckle as he patted her leg as if it really was that simple. Nothing was, she knew that and he knew that. But in that moment, that particular night she would humor him with a subtle head nod. It was simple, for now.

Liam took a moment to let the silence sink in or perhaps his words. He didn't seem to be in a rush to move from where he sat, rather letting himself sink further back into the couch using her shins as arm rests. "I'm just..." He began to speak, but his eyes closed. Sloane figured it was a matter of time before his eyes closed for good, and would not open until morning. "I'm just glad we can all agree you'll stay. We got a lot of work to do, Sloane. A lot of work. Bright and early in the morning - you, me, and training. What do you say?"

Before Sloane had a chance to answer, Liam's head got heavy resting against the back of the couch while his breathing grew deeper. She had no intentions in arguing his point, but even if she did it would fall on deaf ears. She found herself smiling slightly as she let out a soft sigh and relaxed back into the sofa. For a brief moment she contemplated slipping her legs out from under him and helping the giant into a laying position, but she doubted she'd be able to get free, let alone adjust him in any fashion.

She grabbed a blanket that was draped over the armrest and covered them both with it. Sloane wasn't even fully settled when Rocco trotted out into the living room and pawed at her hand. With a little help, the puppy climbed up onto her lap and found a small spot to curl up in between herself and his sleeping owner. Just as she began to doze off, the sound of thunder rumbling overhead followed by a loud crack of lightning startled not only herself by the small dog. Sloane gently petted Rocco's head trying to calm him as her brows furrowed. She couldn't explain it but something about the sudden storm caused her stomach to churn. And for some reason the only thought that came to mind... was Sylas.

***

Well, it turned out bright and early was indeed bright as the sunlight poured in from the windows waking Sloane from her slumber. But it wasn't all that early. It seemed that the alcohol took a heavy toll on Liam. As she stretched, Rocco waddled up to her, tail waging, and greeted her with a few slobbery morning kisses. When she finally went to sit up she noticed that at some point during the night Liam shifted to be more on the couch while she used his legs as pillows.

Sloane cleared her throat as she quickly stood up. She spared the son of Ares a glance over her shoulder who remained asleep on the couch. So, rather than wake him up, she stretched once more and then headed toward the door. Rocco slept through the evening but she doubted he could hold it much longer. And since Liam had a strong possibility of a hangover whenever he woke up, she took it upon herself to let him sleep as long as he needed. Once at the door she grabbed Rocco's leash and hooked it to the pup's collar. The little guy sprinted outside the second the door was opened, Sloane slowly following after him. She descended a few of the stairs before taking a seat on the edge of the porch.




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Sylas didn't move from where he stood as Alex stormed off in the direction of the closet. He was happy to stand there, a spectator, and watch as the following events unfold. If the circumstances were different, he might have taken more credit for the daughter of Zeus's unwinding. But he only gave the girl a nudge in a direction she was already heading down.

Unfortunately for him, the fight seemed to end quicker than he would have liked. It would have been far more interesting if people would have intervened. Luckily Liam and his sister were long gone, both of whom would have tried to intersect him before he even got to Alex in the first place. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Although the end of the fight concluded far more climactically than he would have expected with a large bolt of lightning throwing the daughter of Hecate along the beach.

It seemed that during all the commotion of the storm and fighting, the quiet one started up her own whirlwind. He squinted his eyes in her direction briefly, trying not to show too much curiosity or irritation. Was she trying to defuse the fight or draw attention to herself? It seemed the mousey blonde was as unstable as the rest of the campers, but she didn't need his help in going over the deep end. It didn't quite match up in his mind though. Why would she react in such a way? Either way, the events had quickly brought a party to an end.

Sylas slipped out while everyone else was wrapped up in the aftermath and started down the path toward the cabins. Several steps in front of him, he noticed a particular red head going in a similar direction. Given the circumstances, he decided to remain back although the temptation to approach her was definitely there. Once the paths diverted, he looked towards the back of Evelyn's head a final time before he headed toward his own cabin.




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes kept to himself, sitting there quietly as Trinity wondered off into the closet with Iliana. And then before he knew it the bottle was passed off to Mason, which got Andy a second go at the tight quarters. It seemed as though the evening was winding down as people disappeared off into the woods towards the cabins. With a soft sigh, Wes pushed off his seat and made his way over to Trinity. He gently placed his hand on her back to get her attention. "I think I'm going to—"

Before he could finish what he was saying the sky above began to go grey and rumble in a way that only a child of Zeus could have conjured. Wes's gazed scanned the crowd and only found Alex the moment she ripped open the door to the closest and took Andy by the hair, throwing her into the sand. The sky's opened up and quickly covered the beach in a deluge of rain. Wes was on Trinity's heels as she hurried forward to get a better view of the fight.

It was an unsettling sight... Watching his best friend and her best friend going for blood in the sand before them. No one dared get in the middle of it. Both girls were deadly in terrifying ways, Alex with sheer power and strength, while Andy had whatever her mind could conjure up. Some blows were so hard and powerful he found himself flinching. At one point he even considered using his own powers to calm everyone down, but in the end he decided it wasn't his place. Sometimes it seemed that the only way to put a vendetta to rest was to let a little blood be spilled.

The fight felt like it went on for ages and neither of them seemed to lose steam. Finally, it seemed to seize... But, Andy had one final word as she walked away. Murderer was all he heard before the beach illuminated as lightning slammed into the daughter of Hecate. It seemed as though everyone else was quick into action while Wes remained frozen in place, falling quickly to the background. He watched as campers were at each other's throats. Mason looked like he was about to murder the Valises while Ajax tried his best to hold back Alex.

Wes didn't step forward until he saw Trinity bee line for Ajax, giving him a good shove. "Let her go Ajax, she could go another round! I tried to sympathize with you! You have no damn excuse for touching Andy."

"Right... That's rich coming from the one who can't keep her own hands to herself." Wes remained there, a few feet behind Trinity but remained removed. Deep down he hoped that another fight didn't break out. He didn't want to think of Trinity and Alex throwing punches next. He simply remained quiet and vigilant watching as the remaining events unfold.

"And you, people expect better of you." Trinity directed her anger at Ajax next. "You're supposed to be a leader, but all you see and care about is your sister who frankly, puts the camp more at threat than helps it! You're both out of fucking control. Wake up, Ajax! Your sister isn't the only one who needs you!” Things started getting physical as Trinity shoved Alex.

"Shut your damn mouth!" Alex pushed Trinity back, using all of her strength. Wes didn't know if it was lucky or not that he stood behind Trinity. She stumbled back into his chest where he stabled her, keeping the daughter of Ares from falling over. Wes's hands kept ahold of her upper arms, not in a way to hold her back or stop her, because he knew damn well not to get in her way when she was angry, but to just be there. Through their physical touch he could feel her emotions and knew that a lot of it stemmed from her concern for Andy. She was worried.

"Push me again.. I dare you!"

Wes was about to speak up, maybe try to defuse the situation but Duke showed up first, putting himself between them. "Take it easy. Everybody needs to simmer down."

"Hasn't anyone told you that telling people to calm down doesn't help anything?" Wes gave a sad attempt at a smile and chuckle. He wasn't very good at helping keep the peace. But this time, was one of the few times he used his powers. Not much, but enough to sooth everyone. Nothing more.

"I think you two should go," he said toward Ajax and Alex. Then he looked back toward Trinity, even though his words seemed to be geared toward everyone who remained on the beach. "I think we should all retire for the night."

Wes didn't pay much attention to what Duke said. He knew the guy meant well and was doing more than anyone else when it came to ending the fights, but the whole thing was delicate. He slowed moved in front of Trinity, keeping his hands resting gently on her shoulders. "I'm sure Mason has already gotten Andy to the infirmary. If anyone can help her, they can." He let his grip slowly slip from her arms and took her right hand in his left.

There was nothing else he could say, so instead he said nothing. Wes guided her slowly off the beach and through the woods towards the cabins. He remained quiet so she could yell, complain or worry however she wanted and he would listen. When they reached the path that diverted between his cabin and hers, he gave Trinity's hand a gentle squeeze. "If you don't want to be alone, you're more than welcome to stay with me. I can sleep on the couch. And first thing in the morning we can go check on Andy... If anything changes before then I'm sure Mason would tell you."

He then took a step forward, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "Whatever you need, I'm here." It was a strange place, being in his shoes at that moment. Wes was Switzerland in the middle of a war between people he cared about. For the first time he could see the fragile place Andy has been for over a year now. But regardless of him not choosing sides, he would still be there for Trinity, no matter what.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

Image

Daughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300


Image

Image

S Y L A S xx A S T O R

Image

Son of Eris | Outift | #064C4B


Image
She rolled onto her other side, waking up with the mysteries of camp on her mind. What compelled Alex to launch at Andy? Why did Sylas suggest an enchanted 7 minutes in heaven? How were Ethan and Heath so inseperable? Ponder as she may, it served no path to getting answers.

She sighed gently sitting up. A late warm shower after the storm she was caught in was essential for her health but it also woke her mind and body up, turning sleep into a task. She got dressed prepared to brace for the day ahead because time waited for no man or demi-being. She applied some light gloss on her lips and smiled.

There was one person she wanted to meet with that could either help or hinder her curiosities. Somebody's brain to pick and maybe her own in the process. Slowly she travelled to the Astor siblings' cabin. Sylas's cabin now as far word of mouth implied, and that happened to be the Eris child she was seeking at the moment. Standing in front of his door, she knocked and awaited an answer, running her fingers through her hair. This was by far one of her worst ideas when it came to playing with fire.

Sylas had been up for awhile. His coffee was brewed and a fresh cup rested upon the end table as he sat on the sofa, reading a book. He hadn't quite decided to get up and go join the masses, not yet anyway, it was too early. Luckily, he had taken the time to clean up the mess his sister and her giant created in their wake the other night. He wasn't expecting guests, but the knock on the door made him thankful he did clean up, just in case.

He pushed off the couch, leaving his book behind on the table. Sylas crossed the living until he was standing at the door, with the handle in his hand. He gave it a turn, opening the door to find Evelyn standing before him on his porch. A smirk graced his lips as he propped himself agains the door frame, quirking his brow in her direction.

Evelyn conjured a smile when he opened the door. “Good morning. Is this a bad time?” She gave him a beat then brushed by him. Part of her latest goal was to muddle her reputation and being too virtuous wouldn't get her far.

Sylas stepped aside, letting her enter without argument. He gave her a minute to look around before he slowly closed the door. "Not at all." He started making his way to the kitchen as she wondered around. "Coffee?" The question was more rhetorical as he continue into the other room and prepared her a fresh cup.

Her eyes instantly took in his cabin, like there'd be writing on the walls of some crime he committed. But it was perfectly normal. “So this is the devil’s lair,” she commented. “It’s…average.” Which was perfect in practicality but she expected a touch of his own in the mix. How he read her comment was up to him entirely; whether as a compliment or an insult, or neutral remark. Evelyn plucked her words carefully most the time to see how they were interpreted by her company.

A few moments later, Sylas returned to the living room with a mug in hand. He held it out to Evelyn before going to retrieve his own coffee. "I forgot to grab the cobwebs and NASA computer setup. So I can plot my world domination." He chuckled, more to himself, before taking a sip from his mug. It was obvious she was there for a reason. Now that reason he did not know, but he'd patiently wait until it revealed itself.

Seeing as Sylas didn't strike her the one for idle chatter and was at liberty to kick her out when he liked, Evelyn got to the point. “I was wanting to pick your mind, if you'll indulge me.” And somehow, he didn't appear to have a busy schedule ahead of him. “In a fairytale version of camp you might be seen as charitable and cupid for suggesting to enchant the bottle. I’m sure we’d all like to believe that but it just so happens, I know your version of doing things isn’t exactly for the favour of others. Even if you did get picked twice.” She didn’t bluntly ask the question on her mind but there was enough implication to figure she wanted to know why. Evelyn had a hunch or two revolving around drama, dirty little secrets and exposing weakness. She was quite willing to exploit people's desires herself after all.

He could tell she was fishing for answers. It would take an idiot to not see that. But Sylas said nothing. He simply stood there silently, taking another sip of his coffee. They both were too smart for playing coy. He knew she had more to say and he was content to let her continue until she actually posed a question.

A smile tugged at her lips at the poor irony. “Mm, you are lucky. Fortune must favour you. So many spins and none of them were yours. Could you imagine what I’d do with such information?” she smirked, gliding her fingertips under his chin. The slight touch caused his tall form to cave toward her slightly. His gaze never left hers. Sylas didn’t give her an inch and knowing who he wanted, even for a day, would be a leap of discovery. “But being an alleged son of Nemesis, why wouldn't you be lucky?” She raised an amused brow, awaiting his intriguing justification.

Evelyn edged closer to the alluring serpent. “Have you no fear that the lies will catch up to you?” Her fingers trailed down his delicate neck, perhaps provoking him to strike and test his threshold.

Sylas didn't seem surprised or scared that somehow the lie he weaved, stating he's a son of Nemesis, got back to her. Instead her words only made him smirk. She was a smart one. He could tell this game of cat and mouse kept drawing her back like a magnet. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every moment of it. "Is this you cashing in on your one question? Or simply curiosity killing the cat?" He quirked his head to the side slightly. "Funny enough, Ms. Masters," he said quietly as he ran the tip of his index finger along her jaw. "That is the first lie I've told since I came to camp."

“As a friendly tip, you should be aware I'm not the only one who picks up on fiction in camp.” But Sylas probably already knew about Heath. Just not how open the son of Athena was to breed doubt in Sylas’s more naive victims.

"That doesn't surprise me. And I'm sure at some point someone will enlighten Penelope about my true parentage. She isn't nearly as smart as you." He gently brushed a lock of Evelyn's hair behind her ear before continuing. "Does it bother you... That I lied?"

She hummed. “Hardly. We all tell little lies now and then.” And of course one of the devil's methods was deceit so she expected as much. Finally, she paid her coffee some mind, breaking her gaze with Sylas. She headed over to take a seat, crossing one leg over the other. “I'd never waste my one question. I've just got those nine lives to spare.” She laughed lightly before taking a sip of her drink.

"Does that make you the feline in this game of cat and mouse?" he mused with a smirk. Sylas would gladly give her whichever role she pleased. If she wanted to believe she had the upper hand, who was he to argue?

“So...humor me, at the least, about last night.” Evelyn gestured next to her, keeping her eyes on him. To encourage him into an opinion or insight, Evelyn carried on. “A fight was impending all night. You must have slept like a log with chaos in the air.” Typically coming from Evelyn, it might have sounded judgmental but she stated it like a plain amusing fact.

With her invitation slowly slunk his way over to the couch, taking a seat beside her, close beside her. Sylas was turned toward her slightly, with the closer leg slightly resting upon the seat. The same arm stretched along the back of the couch behind Evelyn. "Seeing people act on their primal urges does bring me pleasure." His fingers tapped along the top of the sofa. "... Whatever those urges may be."

Sitting within close proximity, her eyes wandered over his body. His physique was appealing, a nice medium, not beefed up with too much muscle, and not as lean as met the naked eye. If Evelyn ran her hands up his top, she’d feel his definition. He looked in impeccable condition save from his neck but that was no repellent. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of coffee. “I have to confess my night was left rather unsatisfactory.” After a sufficient look that indicated plenty, Evelyn turned her gaze guiltily to her hot drink again.

Sylas would had to have been a blind man not to notice Evelyn's wondering gaze. He watched her intently, trying to let too much excitement or curiosity be visible upon his face. Although he couldn't fight the slight quirk of his brow as he watched the tip of her tongue peek out from her mouth to brush her lips. His hand slowly shift from the back of the couch just enough so his fingers just barely brushed her skin as he lightly moved crimson hair from the nape of her neck. "If I had any say in it, a woman as exquisite as yourself would never go unsatisfied." His voice was quiet and rough, rumbling deep from within in his chest almost like a growl or purr of a lion.

A shudder threatened to ripple down her spine upon such faint contact yet her body could have been set ablaze too. That over cautious mind of hers warned her of the constant danger and trouble she was tangling with but all she did was sit a little straighter and tilt her head ever so slightly towards his hand. He played patient, gentle and combined it with alluring exceedingly well, she was tempted to lose her tact, throw her tango shoes away and surrender herself for a day. “Mmm. That almost sounds like a promise.”

However, she came into his cabin with a purpose and couldn’t give into such basic needs. No matter how tempting and promising. For now, she’d have to hold onto her poise longer. Evelyn glided her fingers under her jawline before perching her chin on her hand. Then, her mind lit up with a simple solution to one of her lethal curiosities. “May I have a spoon, please?”

His eyes squinted slightly. It was an interesting question and definitely not what he expected. Perhaps if he had less tact he would make a low blow pick up line, turning her request into a proposition to cuddle. Regardless of whatever anyone thought of him, he had more class than that. Sylas decided to humor the request, if anything, out of curiosity. "Of course," he replied before moving to his feet.

It didn't take him long in the other room to retrieve a simple metal spoon. He returned to the same sitting position he had previously upon the couch, before offering her the utensil with his free hand. "Can I ask what you intend to do with it?"

With the item retrieved, she placed it between them, handle facing Sylas. “Give it a little spin and it will be our secret.” She winked. For the moment the utensil lost its ordinary properties, the same way the bottle last night did.

Sylas's lips pursed slightly. She was a clever little minx. After all, she did say that she didn't get the chance to see the result of his own spin. "As you wish," he said softly before taking hold of the spoon, roughly around the middle. He waited a minute before giving it a little spin. It didn't matter how much force he put behind it. Sylas knew it would end up whatever it wanted.

For a piece of silverware on an uneven sofa cushion, it seemed to spin far longer than he would have imagine. Perhaps it was his own internal turmoil and the truth about much of his subconscious... A chaotic soul searching for a purpose, a singular desire without success. Or maybe it was his own will fighting hers to have it land the way he wanted it to appear. Either way, in the end, her power in this matter would trump his. Fighting that would be futile. So rather than focus on the spoon like a nervous school boy, he leaned back in the couch, keeping his gaze fixated on Evelyn.

She couldn’t help but smile, self-satisfied. Either there was the odd chance his chivalry couldn’t deny a woman’s request, or he was incredibly confident in himself to willingly play into her hands. As light praise, she rewarded his efforts giving his chest a mocking rub.

Finally, it seemed to slow until the small bowl at the end of the spoon pointed directly at her.

She glanced down to the decided spoon that could have pointed through any wall of his cabin and make her job harder yet… She sucked in a breath. Her eyes darkened as she looked up at him through her lashes. Once again, she got more questions than answers, made destabilizing because it concerned her. Evelyn brushed over her lips, contemplating her next move and what to make of his interest. “I’d hunch you’re pretty used to getting what you want.”

"Never without consent," he replied with a quiet and deep voice. Sylas couldn't help but watch her finger tips as they brushed along her lips.

The hows and whys and burning ‘what do you want?’ interview could wait. There were other ways to learn about Sylas. With newfound resolve, Evelyn edged closer, one of her legs hitching up by his in order to better reach him. “I might take a page out of your book and indulge myself.” Slowly, she closed the distance and kissed him. At first testing her recipient’s lips and how he responded.

Sylas let his gaze fall to her leg as it brushed against his own while she moved ever so closer. He couldn't help himself as his right hand slowly found its way to her knee. His palm slowly inched up her thigh as fingers hooked under her leg, guiding her a bit closer. But he didn't make the final move. He could sense the desire growing in her, but it had to be her choice. But when Evelyn finally leaned in and pressed her lips to his, it took some restraint to not return it hungrily.

Soon enough, her kiss grew far more ardent unleashing some of the toxic tension she held for him. Steady but swift, Evelyn unbuttoned his shirt, feeling his torso. No scars, bumps or burns. It was implausible that a man such as himself didn't play dirty prior camp, Sylas really was a puppeteer. Never got his hands dirty among the chaos. Very clever.

A groan escaped his lips as her hunger grew and her fingers made work of his buttons. Sylas had half a mind to lay her back on the couch where they were. But regardless of whatever primal urges they gave each other, and this volcanic eruption of tension between them, he'd wouldn't treat her like a one night stand... even if it was first thing in the morning. With his hand that already rested on Evelyn's thigh, he slid his hand under her legs and scooped her up into his arms. He didn't sacrifice parting there lips for anything other than a breath as he carried her to his room. He broke their kiss as he laid her down upon the bed. Sylas didn't say anything, he didn't need to. He looked her over one final time before he joined her.

She should stop this. She could...Instead, her arms and legs wrapped themselves around him as Sylas took her to another room while her reason clouded over entirely. If she did try to whisper stop or wait, it was lost on his lips. She felt herself sink into a mattress and was without Sylas’s body for a second or two, but it felt unbearably frustrating. She embraced him greedily when he returned. Arms, legs, lips, all of her, because of a consuming desire giving her only one immediate need. Her hands raced down his back and she pressed on his behind, urging for more.

****


Image How easy it would be to blame Sylas. To claim he compelled her. But there was no use lying to herself...she wanted him...and she got him. Idly, her fingers massaged his head while he was close. She may have internally hated herself but he wasn't at fault. “Seems you can hold your word when you want,” she said in his ear, referring to his previous comment on not leaving her unsatisfied. She kissed his earlobe softly in thanks or a 'job well done.' Either translation was accurate.

Coming down from her episode of lust and the fever that took over her body, she stared up at the ceiling. The scoldings only got clearer. Play with fire, step into the lion's den, enter the web - you knew and you still gave in to such an unsophisticated urge. She came to test her powers against Sylas and ended up in his bed. She played too close to the danger zone and got caught.

Laying there certainly wouldn't ease any minds or a guilty conscience and she couldn't very well sleep it off. Evelyn climbed out of bed and fixed most her clothes back on, except her jeans that she couldn't find immediately. She risked a glance at Sylas before resuming her scan of the floor. She might not have minded as much except he was the son of Eris; deceitful, manipulative and lived for chaos. Slightly detrimental to camp and people he came in contact with. Evelyn sat at the foot of his bed to slip on her pants. She flicked her hair out of her top. “Thank you for the coffee it was....” she tried to weigh on the right word, “flavourful.” Unexpected and full of surprises but good.

“Could I use your bathroom?” In the event she looked anything like she felt then she seriously needed to do some primping and refreshing before exiting Sylas's cabin.

Once there, she pulled her hair to one side afraid to face up at her dishevelled reflection. However, better to be aware of what she was sporting...perhaps it wasn't bad. Lifting her eyes to the mirror she sighed. Served her right for mixing business and pleasure. Then again, she wasn't the kindest on Sylas's skin. She ran the tap, collecting a pool of water in her hand then splashed her face. Had his sister left some concealer or a hairbrush laying around that'd be convenient, but of course, red strands among a family of brunettes would be noticeable and it'd be plain odd. She raked her fingers through her hair instead, not that it made much improvement.

“I can show myself out if you like,” she assured him, wherever he might have been. If his etiquette followed through after being together he'd probably want to escort her to the door.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
To say that Sloane felt self conscious when she stepped out of the bathroom was an understatement. She couldn't remember the last time she wore clothing that revealed this much skin, nor could she recall the last time she did anything physical after leaving her private school to come to camp. It didn't help that Liam seemed to be staring, not that he didn't have a habit of doing that already. But it was longer, with a silence that grew heavier by the minute. She found herself tugging at the hem of her shorts and regretting her choice to wear those clothes. While his gaze remained firmly on her, hers flitted about the room as her cheeks grew warm.

Finally, Liam managed to move to his feet and go over to the kitchen. He quickly prepared some basic breakfast meal of some sort and place the bowl on the counter, pushing it in her direction. "Food first. Never skip breakfast. I can't have you passing out on me. Hmmm?"

Sloane gave Rocco a quick pet as she walked past him and took a seat at the counter in front of the bowl. She slowly began to eat the contents while sneering at whatever concoction Liam mixed up for himself. She was thankful for her plain oats. "We're going to find where Trinity and Wes are in this place, too. I was thinking that Trinity would be a good place for you to start. You know... because..." Her hand freezes a few inches from her mouth with a spoonful of food as she waited for him to finish his statement. "She knows woman things."

The scoff came out before she could keep it in. It wasn't at the thought of Trinity knowing... 'woman' things. Obviously she did, she was a woman. But that that was the reasoning that Liam decided to speak. Sloane didn't question, instead focusing on her bowl of oats making sure she ate it all so her socially tact body guard wouldn't harp on her. Then following his lead, she gave Rocco a good bye pet, even squatting down to his level to place a kiss on the pup's head before following him out of the cabin.

It seemed there was a slight hitch in Liam's plan when it became quickly evident that he had no idea which cabin was Wes's. To be fair, neither did she. But watching him go from porch to porch, knocking and disturbing the sleeping campers was a bit amusing. Rather than following him up onto every porch, Sloane lingered a few feet away from the stairs, close enough that she could see who answered the door but also far enough that she didn't look quite as ridiculous knocking on all the doors.

When the door opened revealing Wes, she caught a brief glance of someone else ducking out of view. Trinity perhaps. Either way it wasn't Sloane's place to judge. After all, for the past couple of nights she has been staying in the company of another male. Plus, from what it looked like Trinity and Wes were a couple so there was no crime there. Instead of eaves dropping, she paced around on the trail outside Wes's cabin, twiddling her fingers. At one point the blonde even waved toward her with a tight smile, which she returned in kind.

It wasn't long before the four of them found an open clearing someone on the camp grounds. Sloane could almost guarantee that she wouldn't be able to find her way back to the cabins alone if she had to. But luckily, she wasn't alone. She felt like a mouse, the way she stood behind Liam slightly and kept looking over her shoulder like Sylas might show up at any moment.

“How do we wanna do this, chief?” Trinity asked Liam, but then her gaze drifted over toward Sloane. She tensed slightly, standing more straight. “Have you hit someone before, Sloane?”

Sloane looked over to Liam then back to Trinity. She inhaled softly before parting her lips to reply. "No." She nearly left it there but it seemed that in present company, now might be the time to admit things she wouldn't normally. That is, if she wanted to improve at all. And deep down, she did. Sloane didn't want to be dependent on others. "But I've made one person hit another," replied frankly as if stating a fact rather than divulging a glimpse at what her powers could do.




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
So, the cat and mouse played. Of course, Sylas had been trying, for awhile now, to seduce Evelyn. He didn't deny it nor did he hide it. He wasn't a bashful flirt. But, something deeper inside him was a bit surprised. Not that he would admit that to anyone. To some extent he thought cracking her would take more work and time, lots of time. This wasn't to say he was now privy to all her deepest darkest secrets. But he had her, in the most primal way one person could have another. And while some say that sex complicates things, it also is a window into someone that most don't get to experience, yet he did.

And she was ravenous.

Their little game of cat and mouse, seeing who could outsmart one another was like prolonged foreplay that only seemed to wind her up more. He could almost say he was happy he was there when she finally had to let it out. Sylas was a proud man, but a woman has not perplexed him nor played him quite like Evelyn did... and it made him just as ravenous.

For the first time in... he didn't know how long, Sylas wasn't rushing his recent escapade out the door. Instead he laid there, breathing heavily, entangled with the stunning red head as her fingers ran through his hair. In that moment, he was content. Odd.

“Seems you can hold your word when you want,” she spoke softly in his ear, breaking the silence. Then her satin lips found their way to his earlobe, giving it a tender kiss. Was that a thank you? Sylas had to keep himself from smirking, but to say he wasn't pleased with himself would be a lie. Hearing you're as good as your word would boost anyone's ego.

In that moment, he was tempted to pull her closer, perhaps even take her one more time. But just as he began to move, Evelyn climbed out of the bed. As she began to find her clothes and put them back on, Sylas rolled onto his back in the bed, making sure, at least, his lower half was still covered by a sheet. All the while, his gaze scanned her bare back, her waist or a brief glimpse of the curve of her breast until her clothes concealed her once more. His brow quirked slightly as she flicked her hair out from the collar of her shirt. It was something small that most wouldn't notice, but for some reason, laying there in bed, watching her... it was immensely attractive.

“Thank you for the coffee it was....” Sylas crossed his arms under his head and even smirked a little waiting for her choice of words. “Flavourful.”

Sylas hummed softly to himself before finally speaking up himself. "Most... delicious cup I've ever had."

“Could I use your bathroom?” she asked after finishing getting dressed.

"Of course," he replied as he motioned in the direction of the bathroom. As she left him, Sylas slowly sat up in bed, stretching and running his fingers back through his hair. With a sigh, he dragged himself to the edge of the mattress and pulled on his boxers. He then rested his elbows on his knees as he waited for her to return.

“I can show myself out if you like,” Evelyn said as she exited the bathroom.

"If that is what you want." His voice was soft, in a way that not many people saw. Sylas slowly looked up at her as he extended his right hand toward her. His index fingered hooked around the belt loop of her jeans and tugged her a bit closer. "And what if I said... I wanted you to stay." He continued to gently guide her toward him, not forcefully though. If she desired to be free of him, she could with ease.

Once she stood between his knees his other hand took a hold of her waist. His thumb just barely under her shirt so that his skin could lightly brush her own. "Plus," he said softly as his other hand slowly caressed her thigh coming to rest below her backside. "You still have a question to cash in."




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
“So you’re telling me this isn’t a five star hotel?” Wes was going to reply with an equally sarcastic remark, but before he could get out a word, Trinity took a hold of his face and pulled him towards her. The action surprised him, but he didn't fight it. He let her guide him straight to her lips and lingered there in that moment until she pulled herself from him. She then laughed and stroked the back of his neck. “Sorry, sorry.”

"No need to apologize." Wes smiled, placing a final kiss upon her forehead. Unlike her hasty kiss, his was soft and tender.

“Now, are my choices between a shirt or shower or is it way too bizarre to have both?” Trinity grinned which only made his own smile grow. Gods did he love her smile.

"Well, you said it yourself, this isn't a five star hotel," he teased in return. Wes then pointed toward the bathroom. "It's all yours. I'll find you something to wear."

Once Trinity disappeared into the bathroom, Wes was slow to his feet, yawning and stretching. After a moment or two, he finally shuffled across the room toward his dresser. He sifted through his belongings trying to find one of his smaller shirts that might fit her best. Just as he grabbed it, he heard her call from the other room. “Wesleeey? Could you grab a towel, please?”

Wes cursed himself under his breath, forgetting that there must not have been clean towels in the bathroom. To some it might have seemed like some sort of ruse to get Trinity naked, but he wouldn't have done that to her. Maybe in the past, before camp, before Trinity, he would have been shallow like that. But now, he tried so hard not to put a toe out of line. He grabbed a clean towel and a shirt before making his way over to the bathroom door. He held up his free hand to shield his eyes, even keeping his head turned away as handed her what she requested. "Sorry about that."

“Thank you,” Trin said as she took the towel and shirt. With a smile, he nodded his head being sure to not accidentally see what he shouldn't.

Then, there was a knock on the door. It took Wes by surprise. Who could possibly be at his door? Instantly, something inside of him began to worry. Worry that it was something to do with Andy. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Trinity exit the bathroom wearing his shirt like a dress and whatever worries he had, melted away for a moment. She looked content for a moment. She was beautiful, but whatever moment they might have shared there was ruined by the guest at the door.

Wes sighed and walked over to the door, opening it to find Liam with Sloane lingering down by the path, dressed for training. Behind him, he heard Trin nearly dive out of view of the door which made his heart sink a little. But, this wasn't the time for him to dwell on that. He sighed knowing what those clothes meant, which meant he was probably here for her. "I'm guessing you're here for Trinity."

Then just as he said her name, he felt Trin's hand softly touch his back to alert him of her presence behind him. She didn't address her brother, but waved toward Sloane as she waited. “This probably requires appropriate clothes. I can meet up with you guys in a minute.”

He nodded his head as she disappeared into his cabin. Wes winced with a soft laugh as he heard her slamming drawers. In a moment or two she returned in his shorts with her clothes bundled in her arms. She gave him a farewell kiss on the cheek saying, “Thank you," and then heading off towards her cabin.

Which left Wes standing there with the less than talkative pair. He stood there for a moment, then tapped his fingers on the doorframe. "Let me change real quick." He left the door open incase either one of them wanted to come in while he got dressed. It didn't take him terribly long and he made sure to also grab enough bottles of water for the four of them before heading back out. He tossed one to Liam and Sloane, then motioned toward the son of Ares to proceed and he'd follow.

It didn't take long for Trinity to rejoin them ready for training like an child of Ares would be. “How do we wanna do this, chief?” Wes didn't try to partake in these conversations. He wouldn't be surprised if they tried to rope him into training as well. But until he was called upon, he'd stand on the sidelines like a good water boy.

“Have you hit someone before, Sloane?” A typical Trinity question if there ever was one. Wes had been on the receiving end of some of those questions. A natural warrior, she always needs to know the extent of people's skills and usefulness. For over a year now she's been trying to convince him to use his powers. He's used to the questions.

"No... But I've made one person hit another." When the shy, quiet girl spoke up, it got Wes's attention. No doubt that response already had the wheels spinning in Trinity's mind. He looked between Liam and Trin curiously before finding a log to sit on and watch.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
After Andy admitted to not regretting their time together in the closet, let out, what she gathered to be a sigh of relief. She watched him, with a slight smile as he looked down at their intertwined hands. "I'm glad," he replied. Two simple words that made herself also sigh a bit in relief. This didn't solve a lot of their problems. If anything this might have caused more. But for the first time, in who know's how long, Mason and her were being completely honest with each other. And given all the other drama, it helped relieve some of the weight from her shoulders.

When her gaze drifted away, Andy was caught off guard when his hand clutched her own a little tighter. A small gesture that made her smile faintly and give her courage for the words she spoke. He didn't say anything, but nodded in acknowledgement. This was new territory that they were both tiptoeing into. They both had discourse in their hearts but at least right then in that moment they were content and would figure it out, together.

After a few moments in silence, something that stirred in Mason's mind brought a smile to his face. Andy found herself smiling at the sight. Her hand squeezed his and gave it a playful tug. "What are you thinking about?"

"Question, and it's going to seem a little off topic but, way back when you first came to camp, why'd you go for the minotaur? You were new, you had no obligation or expectation to protect others or fight."

Her eyes squinted slightly as she thought back to that day. Gods did it feel like forever ago. It was odd to think of one event that was a snowball for so many things. Without that minotaur her and Mason might never have become friends. "Part of it was to keep it from harming anyone. If you haven't realized by now, self preservation isn't my strong suit." Andy chuckled softly as she looked down at their hands. "But honestly, I think I did it for the minotaur. It was some poor creature doing what was in it's primal nature. Maybe someone let it loose in camp or maybe it wondered into camp. Either way, that didn't mean it deserved to die."

She exhaled softly as she tapped her thumb against his hand. "Just because something appears evil doesn't mean they are... even people," Andy concluded looking up to meet his gaze. Her words carried a second meaning. Nothing that she hadn't told Mason one hundred times before. But regardless of what he said he was or anyone else, Andy knew he was a good person. Right then at that moment he was showing it, even if it was for only her eyes. That was enough.

It was then that Mason released her hand leaving her own where it rested partially open for a moment before she finally closed it. He picked up the medicine that Iliana had brought her and examined it. "Can you even apply this?"

"Why? Are you offering?" she teased, even managing a laugh. Of course, with sore and broken ribs it didn't feel too pleasant but it was nice to laugh. The joke was probably in poor taste, but she knew, if anything, it'd get a smile out of him.

"What is it?" She leaned forward to get a better look, seeing that it was aloe. "I don't know if I have any burns." Andy took hold of the blanket's hem and raised it a few inches to look down at her legs. "Unless Cherise healed those?" She rested back into the bed with a sigh. "I don't know if I could... Maybe?" Although that probably wasn't the answer he was looking for.

"Honestly, on a scale of one to ten, where's your pain at the moment?"

Andy had never seen Mason so worried, definitely never about herself. He freed her from his father, but she never saw his concern first hand. But now, sitting here, he worried just as much as she would if the tables were turned. It a strange sort of way it was comforting knowing, that even through all his bitterness he cared for well being as much as she cared for his.

She stretched and moved her arms, then ran her fingers along her ribs to try and gauge how it felt. "My arms and legs are sore, like after a long day of physical activity. If anything hurts, it'd be my ribs." But Andy couldn't get away with that as her answer. So before Mason asked her again she sighed. "I don't know... 5, maybe a 6. I'll be ok." She knew her words wouldn't reassure him much. They were both good at brushing off their own issues and this was no different. Andy didn't want him to worry about her. But telling each other not to worry was never successful.

"Do you want something to eat? I can get you some food, fresh clothes."

Andy hadn't thought about her stomach until that moment. It seemed at the mere mention of food, her stomach growled with protest. She hated asking anyone to do something for her. She could have tried to conjure something up. But if she used her powers who knew how much weaker that would make her... Or pissed Mason would be at her for trying. She sighed. "I would love something to eat and something to wear that isn't an itchy hospital gown. Even if it was just a t-shirt." Her eyes closed as she spoke, grimacing as she had to ask for help. "I hate being useless," she confessed.

"You have to stay here a little longer, okay?" Andy let out a deep sigh as she nodded her head. She knew. She didn't like it but, she knew. If she even tried to get out of bed Mason, Daniel and Trinity would get her ass back in bed so fast she'd probably have whiplash. It was like he could tell how much being stuck in be infuriated her. As she sat there nearly pouting, Mason's hand gently brushed her hair back from her face. Her gaze slowly raised to meet his trying to give a slight smile. "A few more hours of observation, I'll get you whatever you want, then I'll get you out of here if you're well enough."

As he spoke, his hand came to rest upon her, gently caressing Andy's head. It stayed there for a moment, until Mason realized it and shit his hand to rest beside her head. "Alright. Just... make sure you get food for yourself. Ok?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Image

“If that is what you want.” Her eyes locked on Sylas, very aware of the hand slowly reaching out for her and taking hold of her belt loop. The tug caught her by surprise. “And what if I said... I wanted you to stay.” She let herself be guided nearer watching him cautiously. He could be charming because coming from anybody else that would string together a swoon worthy phrase.

He got as much as any woman could offer him, there wasn't much more to give. Before she could say an unbefitting reply of either sarcasm or snark, she reminded herself, she did a lot of initiation and could only be mad at herself. Evelyn inhaled deeply, bracing her hands on his shoulders, looking at the wall as if mulling over the thought. “I would inquire what benefit you think we can gain from one another by me staying. Then worry perhaps you were getting attached or trying to distort my emotions.” She smirked.

“Plus,” he began softly while his other hand joined to caress her, bringing her eyes back onto him. His touches were as troubling and nice as ever, only now they echoed the sensations he could evoke in her which was much too fresh in her mind and thrilling. “You still have a question to cash in.”

A smile fought its way to her lips not only at what he said but because she thought she'd flushed it all out of her system. Yet, he remained magnetic. To the point she questioned why she put on her pants, and she could easily fall onto his lap. Luckily, some of that magical self-control was back. “I know,” she assured. No sex or being hit by a truck would make her forget that. “But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I have to make it count.” She was only half-joking. While they were alone, it might have been the best time to come up with that question. There were so many curiosities and queries to ask all fighting to the front of her mind. She bit her lip in thought all the while keeping her eyes on Sylas.

Why? kept swirling in her mind. What's the worse he's done? None of them were good enough. “What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life so far?” Part of her was surprised that's the question that came out but she stuck to it. In comparison, it sounded weak to the fifty questions she could have asked him, not to mention slightly ridiculous but it was relatively significant, offering a slither into the scope of his thinking and potentially, morals or lack of.

Being far more tender than he deserved, Evelyn began to glide her hands along his shoulders and upper arms, studying his expression. The reality was people could lie to her and get away with it as she did not possess the full abilities of Athena, only a likeness. Sylas was himself at the end of the day, a gifted liar and held no obligation. One hand slid up to cup the side of his neck. An affectionate act by appearance, however, a good resting place to feel his pulse and manipulate his nerves, where little indications of a lie could reveal themselves.

Providing he played fair, she would. Not that she thought his hands and their placements were particularly fair.

Evelyn's gaze gravitated to his lips. She found herself leaning in and before their mouths could meet for the umpteenth time that morning, she pushed his chin to the side with her thumb and kissed his neck, more specifically over his pulse point. It was there she placed a curse on him. When he lied his pain receptors would let him know about it, originating from his throat. Short term. Weak. Not enough to interfere with his deceptive statements, only be a nuisance to him. Childsplay really. So now she could try to look at this visit as more than a royal error. One of her legs came to rest upon the bed carefully, followed by the other, virtually straddling Sylas. If he didn't want her there, well, he had shown he was quite capable of moving her with enough ease. She smiled against his skin and drew back.

He should have expected give her an inch, and she'll aim for the mile. “I should get one more request because you've been...somewhat distracting and in a way, I did two favors for you.” Granted both of those also scratched an itch she had, however, it seemed she was playing that card now. “It can be an easy one like a confession of your choice,” she suggested like she was being all so merciful. “You couldn't be afraid to overshare with all that power lurking in your veins.” She knew the chances were slim to none, and frankly, if she wanted more answers from him she probably should have manipulated her luck or placed an anti-silver tongue curse on him because she doubted sweetening him up or challenging his ego would work.

She sighed out coming to give up on the idea and wiggled her hips for the pure purpose to get comfortable and not at all misguide his thoughts. “Part of me is tempted to test your endurance and stamina.” Evelyn let her eyes wander down his appealing body, her hand following the invisible trail her eyes had paved. “But I'd hate to wear you out. Things to do, people to see, I'm sure.” She gave him a conspiratorial look.

Everybody got bored with their favorite toy at some stage and she imagined Sylas wasn't an exception. Though, whether that's what she was regarded as in his mind...who knew. As for her, they both knew she was attracted to him and she needed to dose her one-on-one Sylas exposure because behind closed doors her methods of getting to know him had been...controversial. Impulsive and indulgent. And it was best not to show those colors too often around the charming devil. Besides, he had an experiment to run for her and she needed real food and perhaps a nice long bath. They couldn't get that within his cabin. Not to the full effect anyway.

Evelyn moved away and left his room and found her way to the living room. She placed her hand on top of her mug, initially to place it in the sink so he didn't have to clean up after his guest but froze in contemplation. Her fingers tapped the rim. A sound made her jump back to reality. She carried them to the sink, remaining as simple dishes, in the spoon's case, returning to its original state.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes was happy to linger in the distance as the training commenced. He knew full well this was not his area of expertise but Trinity seemed to want him there. And honestly, Liam looked like he could use the presence of another male to balance the odds out a bit. He couldn't help but quirk a brow when said male seemed to make his way back towards Wes. At first he thought Liam just wished to stand back and watch the proceedings. But when the large man leaned in toward him, his words had a different tale.

"What does it mean when you hit on a woman and the woman you are with is upset by it, but she is still saying that I should do my thing? On a scale of 1-10 - if I stared at another woman's boobs and told her that I would do bad things to her in front of said other woman, how much trouble am I actually in? And should I stay away from other women for the rest of my life?"

Now this was something he did know well, whether or not he liked it. Wes noticed Liam's lingering gazes toward Sloane. A curious predicament. He never would have imagined the two of them together. But opposites attract and for some reason the small awkward brunette vexed him.

Wes tried to keep up the ruse, keeping his face as plain as he could while turning his attention more toward Liam. "Ok, first of all," he started, extending his bionic arm in a cautionary manner. "Whenever a woman says to do what you want, that never means do what you want." Wes chuckled softly. "It means you can do what you want, but if you don't want to piss her off... Do what she wants. Most of the time, the woman is right and we're dumb. Then there's the off chance we're right and that... well that's something else. I haven't even figured out that territory yet." Given his recent circumstances with Trinity he was by no means an expert in trying to convince a woman she was wrong. Sure, they figured it out in the end. But it was a rocky road.

"As for the second part..." Wes sighed. His brows furrowed in sympathy and confusion. "Dude, never ever check out a girl or hit on a girl if you're in the presence of another girl, unless you've explicitly said you are only platonic friends. If you're just wanting a piece of ass, then I suppose you can do as you please. But what you'll need to ask yourself is how do you feel about this girl? And what do you want with her? Because if it's more than just sex... If you really want her, then yes, you'll need to stop looking at other women."

Wes's gaze fell to the ground as he slid his hands into his short pockets with a sigh. "If she's really someone special, she'll consume your thoughts." He slowly looked up, finding his blonde several feet away attempting to train Sloane. "And you won't notice other women."

It wasn't long into the training that Alex seemed to appear from the edge of the woods. Wes inhaled sharply, looking between Alex and Trinity. Not good. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse me," he said to Liam before heading over toward his friend, hoping that Trin was too preoccupied to notice her arrival.

"Hey... I... can I talk to you for a moment? I need some advice and... well, that's not the only reason I want to talk to you. Please." Wes nodded his head but said nothing. He gently took a hold of her arm and lead her further away from the training. Once they were out of ear shot, he released his hold on her. "A part of you probably hates me right now, and I don't blame you, but... I just want to say that I and Ajax are leaving soon and I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you. I'm going to miss you, cupid."

He didn't like it. His stance probably said that. It seemed as the words left her mouth, Wes crossed his arms over his chest. He sighed. "If that's what you think is best. I know camp has been... difficult for you recently." He didn't know how else to say it, but it was true. Ever since Jennova, it's only gone from bad to worse. "I'll miss you too," his tone was softer as he gently patted her shoulder. "I hope it helps."

"I hope, one day, you'll forgive me." Wes nodded and gave his best smile. In time, he would. But even though Andy wasn't his closest friend, watching his best friend do that to someone left him a bit shook. "I also feel like I should apologize to Andy, but... I don't think it will make any difference with how much she hates me."

Wes inhaled sharply between his teeth. That was a true statement. Neither of the girls were particularly fond of the other, and for good reason on either part. But he wasn't going to voice that. "I don't know Andy well enough to know how that would go over. For that you'd have to ask my girlfriend," he said, nodding his head towards Trinity. It was the moment the word left his mouth that he realized what he actually said. Gods, would she kill him for labelling them like that? He tried not to think about it even though his heart began to race in his chest. "Or Daniel." He quickly continued the conversation. He would have said Mason. To be honest, it seemed the son of Hades knew Andy better than most but he knew that just saying his name would erase any chance at peace.

Before they could talk anymore Iliana snuck up on the pair of them. "Morning. Sorry to interrupt you, but I wanted to talk to you Alex."

He didn't say anything. Wes simply nodded his head while giving both girls a gentle touch to the shoulder. He excused himself and slowly made his way back to the group. When there was a temporary lull in training he passed behind Trin, placing a quick and brief kiss on her head. But he didn't linger there. He simply smiled toward her before making his way back to the log and taking a seat beside Liam.




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
“I would inquire what benefit you think we can gain from one another by me staying. Then worry perhaps you were getting attached or trying to distort my emotions,” Evelyn said after she let herself be drawn closer to him.

"You speak as though I have an ulterior motive." Sylas's gaze remain fixed on hers while his voice was deep playing into their little game of cat and mouse. He did quite enjoy the chase with her.

He didn't need her words to know that there, in that moment, Evelyn was his. Her words might have said one thing but her body moved with his every touch like it was hungry for more. And while manipulating the hypnotizing red head might have been tempting, he secretly found himself magnetized to her as she was to him. Maybe it was the mystery or her way to see through the veil, if only a little. She was a woman who wasn't scared by the potential beast within, but intrigued by it. That only made him more ravenous.

“I know,” she commented in regards to the question she still had in her arsenal. “But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I have to make it count.”

Sylas smirked slightly watching her nibble at her lip as he could see the wheels turning in thought. Part of him wanted to make another sly comment. Who's to say he hasn't been honest with her thus far? Maybe she thought everything that left his lips was a lie. Or maybe she just wanted this one particular question to count. He couldn't help but find his pulse quicken the longer it took her to think of what she wanted to ask. What could she want to know? And what would she think of his response? This was new territory for him... honesty.

“What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life so far?” Sylas was surprised at the question, almost expecting something far more personal. He sat there in the silence, mulling over the answers in his head while Evelyn's hands gently ran along his shoulders and down his arms. The tip of his tongue grazed his lips when her gaze fell to them. But just before they could kiss, she guided his head sideways and placed her lips softly upon his neck. All the while, she moved her body ever closer to him until her knees rested on the bed as she straddled him. Once she was settled, he let his hands move to her backside, tugging her closer with a quiet groan.

"I've learned..." Sylas spoke quietly, tilting his head with her tender kisses. He let himself conform to her touch, as his voice grew quiet and serious, a small fraction was perhaps even vulnerable. "That I'm alone in this world." He didn't elaborate. Because it was that plain and simple. He let his gaze fall to hers for a long moment and his face showed the seriousness that was apparent in his tone.

“I should get one more request because you've been...somewhat distracting and in a way, I did two favors for you.” Evelyn's words caused him to chuckle and his smirk regaining it's place upon his lips. “It can be an easy one like a confession of your choice. You couldn't be afraid to overshare with all that power lurking in your veins.”

"She's had a taste and wants more," Sylas said as his smirk grew slightly. If anyone else was there, his comment would seem surface level and merely about sex. But she knew his meaning. Evelyn enjoyed having the power to pull secrets from him, something that seemed unobtainable to most. And she wanted more. "If that is the case, then it's only fair if you confess something yourself."

After a long moment, Evelyn sighed and wiggled her hips, presumably to get comfortable, although it still caused Sylas to raise a curious brow. “Part of me is tempted to test your endurance and stamina.” Her gaze trailed his bare chest while her fingers following suit. “But I'd hate to wear you out. Things to do, people to see, I'm sure.”

"You'd be surprised what I can handle." He remained sitting on the bed as Evelyn retreated. Sylas could have pulled her back and whispered velvet words to persuade her to stay. But instead he watched her exit his room, no shame in taking in her form as she walked.

He waited there, seated on the edge of the bed as he heard her move about his cabin. Sylas ran a hand through his hair as he took a deep breath. His gaze drifted towards the heaps of blankets strewn about the bed and along the floor, his mind letting the events that just transpired sink in. Part of him, wanted to let her leave. Let their moment in bed remain that and nothing more, but something else was drawn to her. Something he couldn't quite explain. She was different than other women. Evelyn challenged him. Her tongue silvered like his own and it was intoxicating.

He hadn't heard the front door, so she still lingered somewhere. Before Sylas could play out the possibilities or think of a plan of attack, he was on his feet, moving toward the door. For a moment he wondered, until he found her standing at his kitchen sink. He didn't announce himself. Quiet footsteps carried him across the room until his bare chest brushed against her back. His fingertips slowly found their way to Evelyn's hips as the tip of his nose brushed along the nape of her neck. "You want a confession?" he purred in her ear.

His voice was deep and graveled in the back of his throat. It was primal, not dripping with honey, but seductive and intense. Sylas's right hand ran up her arm and along her shoulder until it cupped the side of her neck. "I'm dangerous. And you should stay far from me." That was a confession no other would hear. A confession that is a brief glimpse into his true nature and his acceptance of it. Sylas was a dangerous person and he knew it. What they shared couldn't be described. Was it simply a game of discovery? Lust? Something more? They didn't talk about it. But everyday they grew closer. And as much as her curiosity and tests thrilled him, it only drew her closer to a black void.

He did not move, nor release his hold on her. Sylas stood there for a long moment, before he gently turned her around. He kept her there, pinned between himself and the counter, looking down into her eyes. "When I'm around you, I lose reason... Your presence is intoxicating."




x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
“Well, that's something. How'd you feel afterwards?” Trinity said almost like there was some light at the end of Sloane's hopeless tunnel.

She found herself standing there silent with her mouth slightly agape as she searched for a response. "I don't remember... I just know that they deserved it."

“I was actually going to suggest you hit me... Or any other person or object. I just think you must be furious about being in your circumstances.”

Sloane's brows furrowed as she tried to put a finger on how she felt. Anger would be reasonable. That is to be expected. But she had grown used to how Sylas treated her. It was sad, but the truth of it. She knew what the pain felt like, his temper and his reactions. She no longer tiptoed around him to try and not set him off, because if it wasn't one thing it was another. She accepted it.

...Until someone intervened. That's when the fear returned. Before, she could talk back to him and accept her punishment with her head held high. But now, it was bigger than herself. When Sloane was his punching bag. It was contained. She could handle the pain because it was hers to bare. It was under control. And now, Liam was part of it... perhaps even Trinity, Wes and Andy simply because they knew the truth. Whatever courage Sloane once had was gone because whatever misstep she took would no longer be inflicted upon herself... but him. She no longer had control.

But she said none of this, although her face, no doubt, showed how deep in thought she was. "It's fear... Not anger," Sloane admitted, as her gaze fell to her hands. That wasn't something easy for her to admit. No one likes to admit when they are frightened. But this girl she barely knew was trying to help. Liam was trying to help. If she wanted to protect them from her brother, she had to let them help her. And secrecy wasn't the answer.

"My thought was that we teach her how to defend herself." Liam put up his hands in surrender before he continued. “All she has to do is get her hand on someone, right? We just have to train her to utilize quick defensive movements - brushing a hand away, whatever it may be - to allow her to use her own power to do the fighting for her. I mean, think about it.”

While, from a tactical point of view, what Liam said made sense. But Sloane didn't like using her abilities. Sylas did but she didn't. And on top of that, she had only been able to use her abilities on her brother once... once. Not that they knew that. But the moment she did, he knew. It was like an inner alarm went off letting him know that she was there, trying to slip her tendrils around him. And it was hard... Perhaps the most difficult thing she ever did.

"We're on a different playing field. Even in the normal world, people train for years to learn how to fight. We are not going to train Sloane in a day or even a week. She's small, so right there she's disadvantaged against at least more than half of the camp. But she knows her powers, so she just needs to learn how to use them to do the fighting for her. But her power is control over another person. It's no small power. It has... endless uses in a fight. You probably know the folks around here better than me. I think I dropped out of school before I learned anything about mythology. You're more experienced in this area..."

“Liam..” Trinity began to speak, but was cut off.

"She just needs to stop being afraid to do what she has to do. She has no confidence." A lump instantly grew in Sloane's throat as her gaze fell to the ground. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she tried not to show her discomfort. It was the truth, she could not deny that. But it still hurt. The words cut deep and it took all she had not to just walk away. "You can teach someone to fight... but that won't mean anything if... you know..." What made it all worse was he spoke to Trinity... Like she wasn't even there. So, rather than be offended, she acted exactly like he did... Like she wasn't even there.

“Right,” Trinity replied briefly.

Sloane didn't move from where she stood, nor look up at Liam as he stepped up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Just tell yourself that today is the day you're not going to take any more shit. You got this."

She listened to his words but once he finished, Sloane shrugged his hand off her shoulder. "I know," was all she said in response, walking away from him and heading out into the clearing.

After Liam left them to take a seat on the log, Trinity joined her. “Size doesn't matter,” she added lowly, concluding the previous discussion. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make Sloane smile and remove a little of the chip on her shoulder that Liam, so kindly, put there.

“I guess I'll be guinea pig then.” Trinity clapped and moved in front of her. “Some of us have reflexive powers, but I need to know you're in control of yours.”

"I can control them," Sloane said in a factual way. This she knew for certain. She learned to do this years ago with her mother's aid and used this to refrain from using her powers all together. But she understood Trinity's concern and would not question it.

Then, quickly without warning, Trinity's hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. Sloane was practically trained not to fight back or flinch whenever Sylas lashed out. So, contrary to what most might think, she didn't flinch nor blink. Her brow's furrowed as her gaze fell to Trinity's hand. It took a second or two before she realized what the blonde was trying to do. "I've uh... gotten used to it. Sorry... You want me to dodge or... something?" she asked rhetorically and then smacked the hand away.

It seemed the moment she pushed Trinity's hand away another came back faster. Sloane faltered a lot in the beginning, her reactions were delayed or she barely used any effort to push the girl away, not wishing to hurt her or be too forceful. But it seemed like the more she did that, the harder and faster Trinity went. It pushed her. Until it was almost subconscious to shove the hand away, not particularly worrying about how hard she went. Her form was not good and it would, by no means, block a real hit. But she wasn't standing still like a punching bag waiting for her punishment.

“Perfect.” The pace got faster. Trinity no longer withheld her hits. There were going to be bruises in the morning, Sloane was sure of that. But she tried to match the pace. Sometimes she missed, but sometimes she actually deflected. Then things shifted and before she knew it, Trinity's leg was behind her, knocking her off balance. Sloane stumbled backwards, but not for long before the blonde was behind her with an arm around her neck. She was standing on her tip toes, barely, without a clue how to get out of the hold. Part of her didn't want to hurt her, but this was all a test.

Sloane contemplated kicking Trinity in the knee or biting her arm, but before she could do either, she spoke to her lowly so that only she could hear. “Do you trust him?”

She hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out who Trinity meant. But then her gaze fell on Liam. Sloane swallowed before answering. "Yes..." She said quietly. His bedside manner needed some work... a lot of work. But even though she hadn't known him for long, he meant well. If he didn't, he wouldn't have gone to Trinity for help. And maybe that womanizing part of him was doing it hoping it would get him laid, but he was still helping her. Although something in her gut told her, that that wasn't it. Maybe part of it was her projecting her own emotions on him. But she didn't have time to think about that, not at that moment.

She shook off the thoughts after Trinity released her from the hold. Sloane sighed softly as she brushed loose hairs behind her ears. “Liam, your turn.”

"Wait, what?" Sloane quickly pivoted, looking towards a retreating Trinity. That was barely enough practice for her to be ready to go against... well, anyone, let alone a man over twice her size who could break her with a sneeze. She didn't argue. But she didn't like it. Instead she remained where she stood, twiddling her fingers, trying not to look nervous.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Mason seemed to have zero problems with going to get her food and clothes, which only made Andy feel worse. Knowing him, he blamed himself. She was in the closet with him and he was the one who had bad blood with Alex... worse than her own anyway. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. A strange foreign feeling she didn't enjoy. Useless.

"I'll be quick. What do you want?"

Andy hated being the person who abused a gift and at that point, she could eat anything. "Just something... bread. Toast, bagel, whatever. And a piece of fruit." To be honest, she listed off the first things she could think of. Something quick that he could grab, because she didn't want to be alone in that place any longer than she had to.

By herself, she sat there in silence. Andy combed her memory of what happened the day before. Part of her ached, not from the lightning, but from before. She had no idea where all her indecisive feelings came from. They seemed to appear almost over night. When you're in love, you weren't supposed to have feelings for someone else. But there it was. She felt guilty about it. Mason was there for her, always. No matter if they were just fighting or vowed to never speak again. If she needed him he was there. He always put her first. And to Ajax she was first... After Alex.

Andy never blamed him for that. Alex was family and she was just... some girl. But it seemed like each time it happened, it hit a little deeper. She thought maybe, this would be the difference. If it wasn't murder, then his sister nearly killing her would be the one time she'd come first. But still... he wasn't there. Worst of all, she found herself staring at the entrance, hoping that Ajax would come through. That he'd prove her wrong.

Her lips clenched as she tried to sniff back the tear that ran down her cheek. Luckily, she managed to wipe it away just as Mason came walking back in with a bag and food in tow. "Hey. How'd I do?"

Andy smiled, trying not to sniffle. "It looks great. Thank you."

He set down the bag and food before coming to her side. "Come on, sit up." He offered her his arm for support, which she used but her movements were slow. So, rather than letting her suffer through it, Mason lightly wrapped his arm around her. She rested her chin on his shoulder as he lifted her in a gentle hug to help her sit up. Andy quickly blinked back the tears and took a deep breath while her face was hidden, trying to keep her emotions in check. Then by the time he pulled away she was smiling once again. "Good girl."

Afterwards, Mason even moved the tray over to her so she could eat. Andy rested her hand on top of his while he still held the tray before he could withdraw. "Thank you for being here." She had already said it before and she was probably going to say fifty more times before she got out of the infirmary. His support meant more than words could say and if the only way she could show it was by saying 'thank you' too many times, then so be it.

Before her was a bagel and an apple, which Andy was all to happy to dig into. A few bites in, she held out the other half of the bagel to him. "Here... I won't take no for an answer." She waited there with her arm outstretched until he took it, which was quite a feat considering how sore she was. But she was stubborn. Mason knew that. She also made sure that every other bite of her apple she passed it off to him. Regardless if he admitted it or not, he also needed to it. Andy wouldn't have him withering away while he nursed her back to health.

Once she was done, Mason seemed to grow nervous as he reached down and picked up the bag. "I thought it was better to get fresh...everything. I tried to get clothes that weren't too clingy but they all looked the same to me. I can get some staff to help you get changed or find Trinity?"

Andy opened the bag and sifted through what he brought. When she came upon undergarments, her cheeks instantly flushed. She swallowed and took a deep breath before looking up at him and smiling. "It's perfect. I'll be ok. I need to try doing it on my own." She was determined not to be entirely useless. Even if she spent all her energy just changing. But this was something she had to. At least, try on her own.

She pulled out the baggiest clothes she could find and laid them on the bed beside her. Andy slowly and carefully draped her legs over the edge of the bed one at a time. She felt like she was moving slow as the grave, but she was doing it. Once there, she paused for a moment to take a breath then grabbed the sweatpants. Luckily, a hospital gown made it easy for her to pull them on to her thighs. She then, cautiously stepped off the bed. For a moment she lost her balance, grabbing Mason's arm for stability.

She stood there for a moment or two until the room stopped spinning. "It's ok. I got it," she quickly reassured him before she let go. It took a little work and wiggle but she managed to get the pants on. Andy turned her back to Mason before she tried to reach behind her back and untie the gown. Her hand could barely reach up to her hip before she got a sharp pain in her ribs. She took a deep breath and tried again with her other arm to no avail. "Dammit," she cursed under her breath. For a long moment, she stood there with her face in the palm of her hand trying not to have a melt down about not being able to take off a damn gown.

Her face quickly grew red. She knew what she had to ask but was too embarrassed to speak up. It took her a couple minutes to finally open her mouth and speak. "Can you untie this... please?" she asked quietly, unable to look back at him.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Image

When his words revealed he was alone, traces of playfulness, taunting, all of it dissipated. A valuable little slice of information but also...sad. Independence was fine but to be truly alone was a great pity and morphed a person. Evelyn didn't want to offer too much sympathy, nor appear too off-guard and there were still many things to learn, so she found her ability to press on until they resumed their usual way.

She stiffened and barely masked a gasp of surprise as Sylas appeared behind her soundless. His chest touched her back and fingers slid to her hips. “You want a confession?”

She didn't reply, only remained frozen in place, somewhere torn between anxious and excited about what would follow. He knew what she wanted. One of his hands travelled up her arm to the cup the side of her neck. She swallowed a newfound lump in her throat and for a second, she closed her eyes almost surrendering to his touch. “I'm dangerous. And you should stay far from me.”

Her brows drew together and she forced herself to stop melting into him. She didn't try to escape his hold or the non-existent space between them. It wasn't a shocking revelation as such. Somewhere she knew Sylas's potential was always dangerous but the fact he had to give her that reminder proved how over her head she was. “I know,” she whispered, more to herself than him. She should have run for the hills. Let him find some other person to seduce and allure.

He gently turned her around and Evelyn met his eyes straight away. “When I'm around you, I lose reason... Your presence is intoxicating.”

It was hard to look somewhere else within reason, but that didn't stop Evelyn from turning her head away. She needed to slip away or at least into the public eye again where she could find her own reason and sense. Fine, a confession for a confession and she'd hate herself later for it. “I'm uninhibited around you. It's thrilling and I feel insatiable and vigorous.” Altogether he was an addictive and intoxicating blend himself and part of that were due to the darkness and danger he posed.

She found the courage to gaze up at him again. “You’re forbidden desires wrapped in one package. I should stay away....I should,” she whispered. Yet, one arm slid to the back of his neck and her fingers played through his hair. Evelyn raised to her tiptoes while pulling him towards her slightly. Don't! The sharp order from the rational part of her brain caused her to pause painfully close to getting what she wanted. Evelyn sighed out and shrank back down to original height, replacing her hand to lightly press on his chest, asking for space.

“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.” Not to mention him trapping her between his body and the counter didn't leave her much room to escape. What they wanted and what was best for her were two very different things, but it was on her to look after her own welfare.

She looked him over, her eyes all but devouring him. “You are wickedly tempting. But you already know that don’t you?” she arched a brow and smirked slightly. “Now, unless you plan on keeping us cooped up all day, I’m going to go fulfil other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before there’s a chance of burning more daylight.” Once was enough, there was a whole expression about being fooled twice. Evelyn brushed by him letting her palm drift along his stomach as she passed. A little last touch for the devil in her.

Finally, she reached the door where safety was on the other side.“Thank you again for...everything.” A degree of power may have been forfeited to him during their time, but it didn't make it any less good for her to unwind. Plus, she obtained his warning and admittance that he's alone.

Evelyn opened the door enough for her frame to get by. “I'll see you around, Sylas.” She smiled at him over her shoulder and closed the door behind herself. The camp was large but there was no denying the likelihood of other encounters. Even when she wisened up and tried to avoid him.

Once outside, alleviation came. Along with some sense knocked into her harder than she'd like. Evelyn peeled off her cardigan to relieve her of the temperature and nerves that had kept climbing in the son of Eris presence. She knew Sylas was bad news. It's not like she fully fell for the belief that he was harmless and now there was no room for delusion. She sighed out and rubbed her neck. “Idiot,” she muttered.

Almost absently, Evelyn was able to travel to the hall, make herself a single slice of toast and sink into a chair. Beyond that she didn't touch her food, only stared off vacantly.



Image
xxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image

Trinity jumped a little when of all things a kiss was placed on her head, mid-training. She watched Wes for a moment or two then decided to join him since Liam tag-teamed in. She had a thought to ask what Alex wanted but she knew how it’d come out…all accusing and nosey. She sighed out instead watching her brother interact and train with Sloane. “Isn’t this nice? Demigods training to fight and defend themselves with powers.” No doubt he got the hint she was dropping, subtle as ever. She turned to him, grabbing his hand tightly. “Lie to me at least and tell me you’ll use your abilities on threats.” She was begging him beyond what he could comprehend. If Sloane could make people battle and fight for her then that meant her counterpart could do it too. She wanted Wes to be predator before he became prey and if he only used his abilities she wouldn't have to worry about him. He could get away from situations unscathed. His application could be amazing.

As usual, Trinity was the one that couldn’t let it go. But not in her usual pestering way. “Since we’re here how about you teach me something. Anything,” she said looking him over and smiled. Since they were so opposite, he must have had something worthy of note. Some nifty talent to share. An aspect of combat to consider or something non-combat-related. Trinity was open to most experiences.

“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.” Whether it was through conversation or quickly learning her area of strength. Wesley was good at people. Though paying a glance back at the training pair, she became glued to the scene and slightly worried. Initially about her brother’s methods and the anger exuding from him, him going too far but if Sloane felt threatened and pissed and could mind warp him…or even hit him… Part of it would be comical to see but how Liam responded was anyone’s bet. She couldn’t interfere preemptively though, only trust him for now and wait for things to unfold.

Then the girly thoughts entered. Sloane literally told Trinity she trusted him - and yes Trinity got her brother's angle, they needed to see something more from Sloane, no more pulling back and timidness - evidence that she would defend herself as seen fit. But when a man of his stature was looming over her and turning into rage, and counted as a friend over foe... That trust just might be put into question. Sylas hits her, she gets fearful, and Liam now looks like he could finish her with a simple swat. She felt for the girl but knew this extra push might be for her own good.

Trinity pulled their joined hands onto her lap, looking for a mild distraction. She cleared her throat. “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.” Because the daughter of Ares sure as hell wasn't the best choice for these kinds of scenarios.

There was no dodging the real anxiety in front of them however and she couldn't have been the only uneasy one. “What do you think of this? Who are you taking if things go south?” She nodded towards Liam and Sloane. Because while it wasn't ideal, she may have to follow big brother's footsteps on this one to get something out of Wes.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes wasn't sitting alone for long before Trinity passed Sloane off to Liam and decided to sit beside him. "Isn’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 you’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 we’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."




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
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. "You’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 don’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, I’m going to go fulfill other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before there’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.




x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
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.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"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."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
It seemed all too quickly that the training went from bad to worse. Wes didn't know the girl had so much... angst in her. But it swiftly began to overflow. He could feel the thickness of it in the air. Her anger and sadness, but under that, almost hidden, he felt and overwhelming sense of fear and a little heart break. His brows furrowed as he leaned forward slightly. It might have looked like he was intently watching the fight, but rather it was a point in space to fix his gaze.

Everything Sloane felt was so strong and raw. Whatever Liam did elicited a reaction from her, but he doubted it was the one the Ares' son desired. Wes understood her struggle of hopelessness. It was easy being someone at camp who couldn't hold their own. Nearly everyone else there could do some serious damage, where it seemed himself and the quiet girl were in the minority. They were those who never wanted to use their powers and, unfortunately, had no physical prowess to protect themselves otherwise.

"I would do it again, Sloane." Good. For once the boy said the right thing. "I'll take the blame for your victimhood, too. If that makes you feel better." Wes inhaled sharply and looked down down at his hand, where Trinity's fingers mindlessly fiddled with his own. The pair split in opposite directions leaving him with his blonde sitting there in silence.

"So do we….?" Trinity pointed in the two different directions Sloane and Liam wondered off in. "Or do we - " Then it seemed another realization struck her as she jumped to her feet. Wes followed suit, both of them quickly stopped in their tracks when they were met with Iliana.

"Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?" As Wes read the quickly jotted questions, he felt the whiplash from the bombardment of questions almost like someone rattled them off to him without taking a breath.

"His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse." Wes's face scrunched up slightly at the comment but said nothing. She got in the first word before him, so he simply stood there in silence while she finished before interjecting his own opinions. "Look, the overall summary is Sylas is somebody you shouldn't be near if you can help it. You told me at the fire, he scares you. So follow your instincts on that. Try tune into what people feel and pick friend or foe for yourself."

Wes shifted from one foot to another. "It's not our business to share what's going on." He raised his bionic hand to run back through his hair. "The best advice I can give you is to lie low and not butt into other people's problems. Nothing good comes from it. It'll just drag you down with them. And people at here aren't fond of people trying to interject themselves into their shit. You're better off without all of the drama. Trust me."

"Don't do anything rash okay?"

He sighed softly and shrugged his shoulders. "If you're desperate to know, you can ask Sloane. But I'd stay out of it if I were you."

When the pair had nothing else to say, Trinity turned to face Wes. She placed a quick and firm kiss on his lips. It happened so fast he barely had a chance to return the kiss before she pulled away. "I'm gonna hunt down Andy. I'll give you your clothes back later."

"It's fine. I have others," he smiled down at her. "I'll probably hunt down your brother."

Before they parted ways, Trinity put an hand on his arm. "And one day, I'll learn to be gentle."

Wes's smile only seemed to grow slightly at the comment. "I can wait." He managed to snag a quick kiss on her forehead before she hurried off to check on Andy, leaving Wes with Iliana.

"I'm going to go try to fix some of this. Try not to worry yourself over it. Be happy this mess doesn't involve you." Wes gave the girl a half smile before turning and walking in the general direction he saw Liam wonder off in.

* * *

Wes had been walking through the woods for awhile. He wasn't much of a tracker and his sense of direction was utter shit. Anyone else could have probably found Liam within a couple of minutes while it took himself the better part of an hour. It was probably for the best. Gave the big boy some time to cool down and Wes sometime to figure out what exactly he would say.

His pace slowed down as he slowly approached Liam. Wes pointed at an empty spot at the base of a nearby tree. "Do you mind?" When he got no argument, he took a seat on the ground, leaning back against the trunk similar to his company.

There was a long silence. Wes wanted to get a feel for Liam's emotions to gauge what he should or should not say before just vomiting out bullshit the guy didn't want to hear. So, he waited a bit and was just there for him, in case he needed to get something off his chest. But when nothing was said for the better part of ten minutes, Wes sighed softly. "You know... She is grateful for what you did," he said while looking over at Liam.

"I think she's scared." Wes rested his forearms on knees and twiddled his thumbs as he searched for the right words. "Before it was just her. I'd imagine you get numb to that kind of life after awhile. But now... She has someone she cares about. That raises the stakes. Now it's bigger than her and she can't control it anymore." In what comparisons he drew between himself and Sloane, he saw the similarities. He imagined what she felt was something similar to what he felt in regards to Trinity.

"I think for the first time she feels helpless, and is terrified that something will happen to you." Wes turned his whole body to face Liam. "Since she's been at camp you are the only person I've seen her confide in and trust. And maybe it's hard for you to see. But I felt it, under all that anger she had."

Wes gave a weak smile. Liam might not know it, but he empathized with the son of Ares. Women were complicated and even with his powers he struggled with knowing the right thing to say or do all the time. "Maybe for a moment, you should imagine it's possible she worries about you just as much as you worry about her."




x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Sloane slowly felt the wave of anger that overcame her fade away. It was strange. It wasn't as strong as the effects she's seen caused by her brother or even herself, but it was there. Like a subtle headache nagging at the back of her head. She didn't expect Liam's powers to have much of an effect on her but it did. Just enough. And once she came down from that, she wasn't able to hold back the tears anymore.

There were so many mixed emotions. She was ashamed of herself for letting Sylas treat her the way he did for so long, embarrassed because of her outburst, guilty for the shitty things she said to Liam, angry because some of the things she said were true, scared for her own well being and terrified for his. Her hands raised to cover her face as she tried to take deep breaths. She was happy to be alone, but a small part of her wished that Liam didn't listen and he followed her. But he took everything a little too literally for something like that.

He was so frustrating. How could someone being so caring and considerate on one hand, yet still be oblivious about how his words can come off hurtful? For only being at camp for a couple days, it was a whirlwind. Sloane was hoping to just blend in and go unnoticed and it seems like fate is trying to put her out there for the world to see. It was exhausting. Part of her was thankful to have someone she felt like she could trust, but at the same time she felt suffocated by all the lingering gazes of people who can't seem to mind their own business.

Sloane sighed as she ran her hands back through her hair and sat up. The hardest thing about fighting with Liam was now she really had no where to go for solace. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed, but she doesn't even have one. No matter how much she avoided it, she would have to face Liam. There was a good chance he was already back at the cabin, but perhaps he went somewhere else. Maybe, if she was lucky enough, she could get back before him and be 'asleep' to avoid one more confrontation.

She slowly stood up and decided to wonder back into the woods. Instead of heading straight back to the cabins, she instead began to wonder about figuring she'd arrive at the cabins whenever she is meant to. It seemed simple enough and less likely for her to be found. Unfortunately, Sloane didn't take into account the likelihood of her running into someone else.

As she continued deeper into the thicket of trees, managed to stumble upon a woman of in human like beauty accompanying a red headed demigoddess. In the girl's hands appeared to be a bird, although at Sloane's distance she could not tell if the creature was alive or not. By the time the two women came into view, it was too late for her to simply pivot and walk away, for she was equally as exposed.

Sloane cleared her throat, while brushing loose hairs back behind her ears. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering about and accidentally stumbled upon you both. I did not mean to interrupt."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Image

Alone. She couldn't decipher if that was a vulnerability or strength. A strength because it gave him little else to consider outside himself and less to lose. A vulnerability because it was one-person verse the world. That wasn't to say he couldn't twist people onto his side temporarily then dispose of them. Then there was Sloane's indecipherable placement.
Evelyn was also stuck trying her best to convince herself her visit was mainly for the pursuit of knowledge and everything was a learning experience. For instance, she learned he was great in bed. Very valuable information. At least now she could be perceived as lesser because a true daughter of Nemesis would remain poised and never go that far with somebody so threatening.

“Rough night?” Pulling her out of her thoughts was Kei - Daniel. Evelyn's eyes steadily rose to him.

Something like that.

“Did you want a coffee?”

“No,” she insisted quickly. Almost too quickly. “No, thank you.” She already had her burst of energy.

Daniel didn't seem to take offense and instead carried on. “A few of us are going to train a bit if you want to join. Up to you. No pressure but you should definitely do it.”

She nodded slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. “That sounds good. I already exercised and tested myself this morning.” However, that wasn't to say she should miss an opportunity learning about her peers' capabilities. “I've got a few things to sort out, among them my appearance apparently but, if you're still training, I'll meet up with you and throw my hat in the ring.” Training would also make for ample opportunity to pay him back for his limitless alcohol stunt. Likewise, now presented opportunity but there were too many eyes in the hall. Besides, she needed to weigh on what kind of curse and punishment she should lay on him. Nothing harsh as such but perhaps something lingering and uncomfortable. Bothersome. Something that would affect his mind and behaviour.

Before he made his exit, Evelyn thought to caution the carefree spirit. “Daniel. You be careful with those two, don't underestimate them.” Evelyn gestured to the table from where he came. With that said, she smiled sweetly.

They weren't bad company or corrupt but one shouldn't lunge so blindly into company, spars and training. It may just leave him open to a rude awakening varying from an intense crush or a mean competitiveness.

She travelled to the bin, dumping her now cold untouched piece of toast then set way to her own cabin to adequately freshen up. Then maybe stay there, let events unfold and relax extensively, safe and cozy in her own sanctuary. The idea seemed increasingly appealing as she neared her cabin.





Image
xxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image

Her initial destination was the med hut but Trinity was surprised to find the one she sought kneeling on the ground with Mason on her lap. She didn't know what to think or the foggiest clue as to what happened and how they ended up where they were. She ran over immediately and dropped by Andy, an arm automatically wrapping around her softly. “Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?” Trinity cocked her head to better see her friend.

It took a moment for Trinity to figure Andy was hurting but more in the mental sense. It always tolled on her more greatly than any physical pain. Meanwhile Mason was probably ruling in the latter department with his nose being such a mess. “What happened to you two?” Trinity knew they butted heads but Andy wasn't capable of such violence towards a friend. Not to mention she looked far too upset to be the culprit.

A quick glance around told her the likely story as she spotted Ajax's retreating figure. She growled sending daggers into his back. The bloody idiot. A large part of her wanted to chase him down and demand to know where his sense was. She was all but twitching to confront him actually but when two of her mates were in hell-ish shape, she couldn't leave them. Trinity pressed the side of her head to Andy's, letting her know she was 100% there for her. Or at least wouldn't cause more conflict for her.

She looked down at Mason next who Andy now naturally took upon herself to nurse. “You had one job.” In that unspoken job description was of course not to let Andy get hurt further or worry her. But the daughter of Ares wasn’t super mad about it and even if she was, the mother hen act could be spared.

She sighed out looking around again. It was probably better to tuck the two away than arouse the curiosities of other campers. Logic screamed to take the two back to the med hut where they belonged, but she knew how sapping that place could be and didn't have the heart. “Okay, come on,” she said beginning to stand. A hand gently nudged Andy upward, not forcefully, only a prompting touch, where Trinity quickly saw a demonstration of the damned condition her friend was in.

Trinity ducked under one of Andy's arms for extra support then gave Mason a hand until he was steady enough and got some of his bearings back. It was a bit of an awkward juggle to get them both on their feet plus the bag, but she got there. “Where did youse wanna go?”

When the destination was given, she carefully travelled with the two letting them dictate a manageable pace. She didn't offer any other words, happy to journey there in silence or just listen. Trinity only let the two go when they arrived and there was furniture nearby to rest on or maneovure themselves around if they really wanted. But Trinity let them know the wisest decision. “Sit. Water?” She headed to the kitchen without waiting for a reply and got them a cool glass each.

Well she certainly wasn't going to scrape for conversation or further explanations but there was a weight in the room. Something that needed to be talked about. Trinity couldn't hold her position long staring at Mason's crooked nose. She swiftly approached and it gave her a brief little thrill knowing this would hurt for a second. She placed her fingers on his nose and with a satisfying crack sound, realigned that bad boy.

She pulled up a chair, sitting on it backward rubbing her fingers together, eyes glancing between the two officially waiting for this elephant to be talked about. They probably knew and even she knew, she wasn't the best mediator. Wasn't known for patience and kindness and understanding but sometimes it helped just to talk about things. She talked to Wes about some things and felt better. Then again, that could have been one of those passive Aphrodite abilities. But she was what they had for now.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes sat there in the silence, patiently waiting for Liam's response. Part of him hoped that his attempt at sharing wisdom would make it's way past the son of Ares's thick skull. But when he felt lightness in the air and even saw a smirk on the man's face, it took a bit of self control not to get up and walk away. Instead, he simply sighed and shook his head. Wes couldn't care less at that point if his frustration rendered or not. But he decided to be patient and see what Liam had to say on the matter.

"I just don’t understand what it’s like to not be like me. I don’t get people that let things happen to them. Those things never mattered to me because I just let the world eat the weak as it’s supposed to do. Then there’s Sloane, and she’s different to me. I don’t know… why she’s different. I do, but I don’t - you know what I mean." Wes contemplated interjecting his own opinion, but decided to remain silent and let Liam finish his thought before giving his own rebuttal.

He watched as Liam held out his hands, staring at them like weapons rather than appendages of his own body. "But I don’t know what to do for her without making her feel indebted to me, angry, or whatever. I certainly don’t need her to be scared for me. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself." He then leaned back crossing his arms over his chest, coming to the end of his own argument. "I guess you could say we’re one in the same. Our tiny worlds just opened up to something bigger. Who’d’a known?"

Liam's last comment took him by surprise, it was almost wise. His own chuckle brought a slight smirk to Wes's face for a brief moment. But he couldn't leave the conversation at just that. "So, what you're saying is... Because Sloane is weak, by your definition, the world should of had its way with her and that've been the end of it?" He asked. Of course, that's not what Liam meant, technically, but with his argument that's the way it sounded. "Has it ever occurred to you that strength is more than how much you can bench press? He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. No joking, just a plain expression on his face.

"You and I," Wes continued, motioning between the two of them. "Are strong... Physically. No one would deny that. And Sloane is stronger than the pair of us." He held Liam's gaze to show he was serious. "Someone hurts our pride, and we stomp off like a scolded child. And those are just words... Or maybe a shove in front of our friends." Liam didn't needed to say what Sloane did hurt his pride, he could feel it. And most of all, Wes was a guy too. Regardless of how comfortable they were with themselves, when a female shows them up in front of others, they're embarrassed.

"She has been dealing with her brothers verbal and physical abuse for... years, I'd assume. And she's not crazy, or suicidal, or begging for help. She took it and accepted it, because to her, that protected other people. So, while it's not physical strength, it's mental and emotional. And you and I both have the emotional fortitude of tissue paper."

Wes still wasn't sure if Liam would be able to wrap his head around that, but there wasn't many other ways he could have explained it. He sat there in silence for a moment as he went over what Liam had said once more, making sure to address everything... Or try to at least. When he came to his next point, he sighed and clapped his hands together softly. "Women will always get mad at us... for something. We always mess up somehow, someway... More often then not because we aren't mind readers and need shit spelled out for us. And you, my guy," Wes's lips pulled into a tight, apologetic smile. "Don't have as much game as you think you do, and definitely don't understand what women are thinking. If you plan to stay in Sloane's life, you'll have to accept that you'll piss her off a lot more."

Hopefully that didn't get him a swift punch in the face. Wes wasn't try to insult Liam or poke fun, but simply be honest with him. The son of Ares acted like he was the Gods gift to women, as most cocky men do... as Wes did at a certain point in his life. But Liam had the subtly of a freight train. He didn't know how to be gentle with a woman and damn well didn't know how to be romantic. And perhaps that wasn't his goal, maybe he was just trying to helpful, but regardless, his handling was rough and he needed to know.

"I don't know if you ever been in love..." Wes held up his hands to stop Liam before he started. "I'm not saying this is love. But love, or caring for someone, is irrational. I could be best friends with Zeus and still worry about his well being. Sloane knows you can handle yourself, and yet... She will still worry about you. That doesn't mean she thinks you're weak... It means she cares."

"Look," Wes sighed, as his hand raised to rub his head. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm just trying to help you understand maybe a fraction of what she is feeling." With that he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the tree. He had no clue if any of that got to Liam, but it was the best he could do.




x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"Why are you sorry?" The red head asked with a cocked head, while the woman that accompanied her vanished. "Being sorry for interrupting because you were in the area makes so sense. I really wish people would quit apologizing for uncontrollable actions..."

"Habit," was all Sloane managed to respond with. For most people that was the polite thing to do. If they stumbled upon what seemed like a private moment they apologized, even if it wasn't an accident. But Sloane's finishing school antics didn't look to be in similar company with the red head. She came off blunt, and honest to the point of being offensive and unbothered. Not that it overly bothered her, Sloane had more on her mind than worry about the way one girl she never met treated her.

The red head began to collect arrows, which Sloane took to be the end of their very short conversation. She started to take a step back in the direction from where she came when the girl spoke up again. "It was just my mother. You know - mother-daughter talks and such. I say that she’s a bit too late for that, if you ask me!" Then she laughed, although it didn't sound like it was due to some great joke, but the irony of it. Sarcasm or humor as a defense mechanism was common.

"Name’s Rae, by the way. Artemis’ biggest mistake. She’s far too kind to admit it, but I am hugely too flawed for one to even assume that I am her spawn. Who would you be?"

Sloane took a moment before parting her lips to respond, but Rae interjected before a sound was able to escape. "Wait - wait. Let me guess, hmm? I’m kind of good at this."

She let her mouth close as she cupped her hands together in front of her. Sloane decided to humor Rae, she'd be curious to see what conclusion the girl came to. Based on her own knowledge of... well, herself, Athena would be her assumption, or perhaps Hestia. Yet neither of those crossed Rae's lips. "I can see that you’re an Ares child."

Sloane was so surprised by that comment, she actually snorted. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she chuckled for a good moment. "No. I can't fight to save my life." She let out one final laugh before deciding to introduce herself similarly to Rae. "I'm Sloane. Reluctant protégée of Eris."

"I’m going to go eat. Did you eat yet? It looks like you could stand to eat a little more..."

Sloane looked down at her waist as Rae made a gesture at how skinny she was. She contemplated the offer for a moment, even looking in the general direction of the cafeteria, or where she assumed it was anyway. Sure, she could mope around all day in the woods, which would do nothing but make her more angry or feel more guilty. Plus, the mention of food made her stomach growl. It had to be about lunch time at that point and she could definitely go for some food. "I had breakfast a couple hours ago. But I could go for lunch."

Once Rae turned and headed toward the mess hall, Sloane hesitated a moment before trailing after her. Neither one of them seemed to be in a particular hurry and she was fine with that. It gave her more time to clear her head and digest everything that transpired. She also tried her best to wipe whatever tear residue remained away from her cheeks and appear like she hadn't just been crying.

Unfortunately for Sloane, luck did not seem to be on her side that day. As they traversed the woods and grew closer to the center of camp, a feint male voice could be heard ahead. She thought about turning around or diverting, but she wasn't leading, and soon enough Rae ended up leading them right towards it. Sure enough, sitting before them was Wes... and Liam. Sloane stopped dead in her tracks as she looked between them. It gave her one of those sinking feelings like when you walk into a room where everyone was just talking about you.

She had been standing there too long not to say something, or it would get awkward... It was already awkward. Sloane blinked and swallowed before managing to find her voice. "Wes. Liam." That was enough and she had zero desire to stick around and chat. Without caring about personal space, Sloane took a hold of Rae's arm and tugged her along as she lead them away from the pair. This time her steps were quicker, determined to lead them away before either one of the guys could manage to sit up and follow after them... hopefully.

Once they reached the center of camp, with the mess hall in sight, she released Rae's arm with a sigh. "Long story." That wasn't much of an explanation... at all, but it was something. Sloane resumed walking toward the cafeteria at a more leisurely speed, only to stop after a couple steps and turn back toward Rae. "Uh, sorry... For just dragging you along." She then gave the best half smile she could manage before continuing on towards the hall.




x
x
Image

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856


Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Mason's hand moved to rest atop her own that cupped his cheek. "It's okay," he tried to assure her, but it didn't do much. After a moment or two, he tried to sit himself up and Andy aided what she could. But his effort didn't last long before he fell back into her lap. "Shit, sorry. Are you alright?"

"It's ok. I'm fine," she tried to reassure him in return. As Andy knelt there, she tried to figure out how the hell she would get them both out of there before a bunch of unwanted campers stumbled upon the scene. She couldn't very well help him up while keeping herself stable. Maybe a little bit of her powers... just a smidge. Something so small Mason wouldn't notice and it wouldn't take too much out of her.

Before she had the chance to do anything, another person dropped down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Andy looked over noticing it was Trinity as she spoke, "Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Andy nodded her head, while wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, trying her best not to get Mason's blood everywhere.

"What happened to you two?" It wasn't until Andy heard a growl come from Trinity, that she noticed what she was looking at... The culprit. For the time being she was focused on Mason rather than answering the question. It could wait a minute. And while she knelt there watching Mason in pain and bleeding, Trinity pressed her head gently against hers, a silent way to show her support, something that Andy greatly appreciate.

"You had one job," Trinity scolded Mason.

"It's not his fault," Andy said as he grimaced before sitting upright, keeping his back to them. "Mason has been with me all night. Even got me out of the infirmary. Ajax just showed up and punched him."

Trinity sighed. "Okay, come on." First she helped Andy to her feet, slowly and gently. One of the blonde's arms slid under hers for support before she helped Mason to his feet and picked up the bag. Andy had no idea how she managed it all but she didn't question it. After Mason gained his bearings, she felt his hand gently stroke her back reassuringly. "Where did youse wanna go?"

"Her cabin."

It didn't take too terribly long for them to reach her cabin. Trinity refused to release her hold on either one of them until they were near the foot of Andy's bed. She ordered for them to sit and while Mason listened, Andy slowly walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and began to wash his blood from her hands. All the while, trying her very best not to look up at the mirror. She was almost certain she probably looked she was hit by a car... She didn't need it confirmed.

Once finished, she grabbed one wet cloth and another dry one before rejoining them. Just as Andy stepped back out into the room there was a nasty crunch as Trinity snapped Mason's nose back in place. "N- Jesus!" She winced slightly, the sound enough to churn her stomach.

Andy made her way over to the foot of the bed, taking a seat beside Mason. "Here," she said softly as her right hand softly took ahold of his jaw and turned his face toward her. With the wet wash cloth Andy began slowly and gently wiping away the dried blood from his face. Her heart sank a little at the sight of his nose already bruising, the purple and blue spreading a little under his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before continuing and ran the rag along his lips. Her gaze briefly shifted between his own and his mouth. Andy shouldn't have been thinking about the night before, there were far more important things that could plague her mind. Yet as she brushed away the blood from his bottom lip all she could think about was the closet.

She inhaled softly and diverted her gaze before she had a chance to blush or make her self look even more ridiculous. While looking away Andy made sure to clean his hands before offering him the clean dry towel. "In case it starts to bleed again." She gave a weak smile and moved to her feet, taking the dirtied rag into the bathroom.

Andy tossed the bloodied cloth into a dirty clothes basket with a sigh. And as she stood there for a moment, she allowed herself one begrudged look at the mirror. It wasn't as bad as she expected... She had Cherise to thank for that. Mostly she look exhausted and feeble. But no scorch marks or wounds. Just weak, like a battery drained of it's life.

She sighed and stepped back into the room where there was still a heavy looming silence. But it seemed the moment she locked eyes on Mason, he took it upon himself to break that silence. "You know you've heard it a thousand times but the Valises are assholes. Did everyone but him see Alex send a thousand volts through you." Andy began to take a step forward and part her lips, but he held up his hand to stop her and continued. "I’m just saying it’s a bad move. Sure, he's thought about you and cared about you, second. I've always thought you've settled for less than you deserve."

Andy's fingers fidgeted as she waited for her chance to speak. "No, you're right," she agreed as she crossed the room and resumed her seat on the bed beside him.

Mason sighed as he looked over at her. She could sense his... compassion? Gods, she hoped it wasn't pity. She already hated that she was a burden to both of them. She didn't want their pity too. Her gaze fell to her hands as Mason's arm wrapped around her and he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. "I'm sorry this has all happened to you," he whispered into her ear. Did he mean the fight with Alex? Ajax? Himself?... Maybe it was a bit of all of it.

She let herself sink into his hold slightly as she looked between him and Trinity. "It wasn’t always bad, you know?" Andy admitted to them both. "I don’t think it got bad, or I ever really noticed it, until Alex became… unhinged. He was so focused on her and I… had my own problems." Then it all just started coming out. Like a dam was broken and everything that was bottled up in her flooded out. "Daniel’s death, the underworld… and I felt like everywhere I turned there was fighting. You and Ajax… you and me."

For a moment she grew silent. Andy's fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Gods did we fight a lot... I don’t think we could go a day without arguing." She began to move her hands like weighing the different arguments. "You were mad at me because I spent the night with Ajax. I was mad at you because you slept with Eve. We both thought each other deserved better and…" Her voice trailed off.

Was that it? Was it all that simple the whole time but either of them had been too stubborn to see it? All their arguments and fighting simply because they thought each other deserved better? Or was it more than that? Part of her always felt that a piece of it was jealousy. But it wasn't like Mason ever let anyone know how he felt unless it was anger... the one emotion he was more than happy to share. Andy wanted to ask him, but part of her knew she'd never get a straight answer, and if she did it wouldn't be while Trinity was there. But maybe, just maybe this all at least meant the fighting would stop... For now at least.

"Ajax and I might have fought more, but we were barely around each other," Andy continued hoping to sweep her previous comments under the rug. "Alex took every waking moment of his attention while I waited around for him. It was exhausting… constantly putting him first without receiving a fraction in return."

And with that comment, her eyes widened slightly. Andy sat upright, putting some distance between herself and Mason as the realization sunk in. "I’m sorry… I’m no better than him. He put Alex first, I put him first and you put me first… I’m your Ajax. Jesus." She sighed. Her elbows rested on her knees as she buried her face in her hands. No tears, she's shed plenty of those. Just disgust. Disgust with herself.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B


Image
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
x
Image

liam o'connor
aresx|xoutfitx|x#EB641D

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Unfortunately for Sloane, she had yet to master the layout of the camp. Upon arriving at a fork in the path, she went right, not knowing that it led right towards her brother's cabin. Of course, half of the damned cabins all look the same. So, Sloane didn't come to this realization until Sylas stepped outside and started down the stairs.

Hoping that, maybe, he hadn't seen her yet, Sloane pivoted on her heels and tried to return the way she came. But she only managed to take a step before she heard Sylas approaching from behind.

"That wouldn't happen to be my sister, now would it?" He said as he closed the distance between them. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were checking up on me."

Sloane sighed before slowly turning around to face him. "Hardly. I got lost and took a wrong turn."

"Interesting," he said with a curious tone that churned in the pit of her stomach. "I'm surprised your fearless guardian is letting you wander around camp in the wee hours of the morning... alone." As he spoke, Sylas slowly circled Sloane.

"I don't answer to Liam... or you." Sloane's gaze followed him as he circled her like a vulture, but she held her ground. She kept her head up and tried to stand tall, as best she could for someone of her stature.

Sylas chuckled at her words. He saw it as a challenge, regardless or not if that was her intention. "And where is the giant oaf?" He asked, looking around like he expected the son of Ares to come barreling around the corner and exchange some less than original insults.

"Don't call him that," she snapped. Her gaze then immediately diverted as she noticed her emotions taking control rather than her logic. He was baiting her, trying to get a reaction out of her. And he did. Sloane could keep her composure calm, cold, and calculated... until Liam was involved. She swallowed hard, mentally kicking herself over her outburst. The anxiety slowly washed in like a wave as her brother's gaze became far too entertaining and direct.

His laugh sent chills up her spine. "You like him, don't you?" He asked, while his index finger toyed with a wet lock of her hair. "Bad boys have always been your type."

"You don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying to regain some of her composure. And while she might have looked calm, underneath it all her heart was racing and she wanted nothing more than to getaway.

"Oh, I think I do," he said, taking a step closer.

"Guys like Liam... they don't want girls like you. You're just a conquest... another notch on their belt and a trophy for their mantle. To him, you're just a damsel in distress. A naïve girl he can save. Then he'll have his way with you... and leave. Just like that Carmichael boy."

And there it was. He had gotten under her skin just like he wanted.

"Shut up!" she hissed as she tried to walk past him.

Sylas stepped in her way, stopping her from being able to leave. "Careful. Liam isn't here to protect you this time."

"I don't need him to protect me." Once again, she went to walk around Sylas. But as she passed him, his hand took a tight grip of her bicep.

"Did I say you could leave?"

"Let go of me." Sloane tried to break her arm free of his grasp, but his grip only tightened with each jerk.

"You don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do." Sylas's voice grew more aggressive as he kept her where she stood, not loosening his hold.

"Liam will be here any moment and you'll regret laying a hand on me," she bluffed with as much conviction as she could muster. Sloane was no physical match for her brother and she could only hope the potential of Liam rounding the corner would get him to release her.

"You're lying," he growled. His grip was so tight that his knuckles went white. "What happened to all that ferocity?... Melts away the second I touch you. The façade falls leaving the scared little damsel." He jerked her closer. "He won't always be there to save you. He'll grow bored or tired of you... Or perhaps one day you'll forget to whisper your little charms in his ear. Then I'll have my way with him. What will it be? Perhaps I'll make him forget you ever existed or find warmth in another woman's bed... Or perhaps, I'll convince him to slit his own throat. The possibilities are endless."

Sloane tried to remain strong. But as he continued, the threats cut deeper and deeper. It would hurt if he forgot her, but that is a pain she could endure. But his death... That was the one thing she had been trying to avoid since he intervened that other night. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Sylas loomed that threat over her head. And even with her knowing it was inevitable, she wasn't prepared for it. Hearing the words fall from his lips slammed her in the chest like a sledgehammer, nearly knocking the wind out of her.

"Let go of me!" she yelled with more force while a single tear rolled down her cheek. Sloane didn't know if it was from fear or anger, but it made her hands tremble and her voice quake. As the emotion washed over her, it flowed like a wave into Sylas where he had a hold of her. At first, it trickled like water seeping under a door. But then all of a sudden it cracked the wall and pushed through.

While Sylas heard her words, he didn't relinquish his hold. At first, it started as a tingle at the tips of his fingers, almost like a soft gust of wind tempting him to loosen his grip. But then all at once, it coursed through his body like puppet strings and Sloane was the master. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he released her arm. For a moment, he stood there, staring down at his hand in disbelief.

When Slyas looked back up at Sloane, his face showed an anger she had never seen before. His gaze was a void more fiery than the pits of hell. She inhaled sharply as the blood drained from her face. She tried to take a step back but her knees buckled and refused to move her. Before she could regain her senses, Sylas's hand was on her throat. With ease, he lifted her up and slammed her back against a tree with enough force her ears began to ring. "How dare you use your powers against me!"

There is that saying, "Speaking of the Devil." It applies to this very moment.

The son of Ares felt like he had been at a crossroad for a while now - struggling between going to her and staying away. Wandering aimlessly and waiting for some kind of sign. It came as the soft breeze that played through the Camp and began to carry an ominous note. Someone was very angry; he could practically taste the familiar fragrance on his tongue. For some reason, something settled in his stomach like the heaviest stone in the world, and the next thing he knew - he was making his way toward that direction. His blood was already boiling with the heat of rage.

Before he could even be seen, the feral and dangerous energy that he gave off could be felt like a violent explosion. Sylas would know he was here, but Liam wasn't going to go lightly on him. Not right now - not with that slimy snake's hands wrapped around Sloane's throat. He was a spawn of Ares, and his children did not wait for someone to tell them what to do. Liam was far beyond the realm of rationality, and if he had to face the burning pits of the Underworld, he'd do so knowing Sylas would be there with him.

He didn't care if people looked at him like some bodyguard right now, or if Sloane felt like his showing up made her look like a weakling. The truth was that everyone is weak somewhere - even right now - at this very moment, himself in a strange way. How easy it was to stoke the flame of his fiery temper, consuming every ounce of his humanity - every fiber of his body shifting to fight mode.

The second Sloane's back hit the tree, Liam ran at Sylas like a maddened bull. He rushed him from behind, head first and with his arms out. With the man's weight and the physical perks of being blessed by Ares, it would be like being hit by a truck at full speed. The attack, itself, didn't look as incapacitating as it really was.

He could have conjured a weapon easy, but he wanted to have the son of Hera in his hands. Up close. Personal. To feel the pulse of his heartbeat against his fingers, smell the blood that would soon be dripping from his body, and so much more. This violence was deeply and dangerously personal for him - a basic animal instinct that the human brain could no longer comprehend.

Sylas felt a shift in the air. He looked over, barely in time to see Liam barreling toward him. The collision knocked him down with ease, practically taking the breath out of his lungs in that moment. And while part of him was worried, not that he'd admit it, he began to laugh. Not like someone told a joke that only he understood, but a manic, bordering on psychotic laugh. This was the moment Liam had hungered for since their first encounter and he was getting it. Sylas couldn't best him, he knew this. But what made it so... fun was that Sloane would have to watch. She was undoubtedly the only person who could stop the fight, but she'd have to use her powers... and she hated that. And on top of it all, this would show her the monster she shared a bed with.

On the other hand, Sloane didn't really know what was happening until she hit the ground when her brother's grasp seized. She scrambled to her feet, watching in worry as the events began to unfold before her. "Liam! Don't!" She begged him, even though it was pointless. It was an inevitable event. Even though she tried to avoid this at all costs, something in the back of her head told her there was no avoiding this.

Sloane’s voice was like background noise to the son of Ares - a distant mumbling of cacophony that didn’t matter to him. At this point, the beast inside of him was in full swing, and animals didn’t have that kind of capacity to understand human language. That’s all he was right now - a rabid creature devoid of sense. His vessels protruded over musculature now bloated with power that could only come from intense Demigod ability.

"That's right, big guy. Show her how much of a monster you really are!" Sylas managed to wedge one arm free of Liam, just enough to slam his elbow into the side of the man's face. While the physical connection was brief, he couldn't help himself but influence Liam to do exactly what he said. Show Sloane who the real monster is. The son of Ares might have been bigger, stronger... But Sylas was faster and more cunning.

Most Demigods packed a decent punch, and while Liam’s adrenaline would not allow for such nonsense feelings like physical pain, something forced him to let go of Sylas for a brief moment, allowing the lankier man to gain a little bit of distance. That whisper called forth the monster that was the creature lurking within Liam - that volatile Ares temperament. The beast listened, as if it had been waiting for permission its whole life.

Sweat soaked his clothing, as if he could no longer contain the way his rage pumped hotly through his body. If it was the monster that Sylas wanted, he’d get it. Sloane would see it. Anyone that came near them would see it. The world that surrounded him was painted in crimson chaos, and all he could see was his adversary.

Sloane took the small opportunity to move between the pair. "Please... don't." While she spoke to them both, it was more geared toward Liam. Sylas would never listen to a thing she said, and if anything, sought to do the opposite.

"If you don't move out of the way, sister, he'll go right through you to get to me." He looked to her with a sickening grin. "Can't you feel it, boiling inside of him?" Sloane looked over toward Liam as her expression saddened just slightly. "He'll do whatever it takes to teach me a lesson... and you'll just be a casualty of war." Sylas was a weasel and with each word, he just dug deeper and deeper. He knew how to push buttons and he lived for it.

Someone was in his way now, and he thirsted for only one thing. Unfortunately for the already fearful Sloane, one does not step in the way of a predator and its prey. He stepped toward her, placed a hand against her shoulder, and violently shoved her off to the side. He didn’t mean to push her so hard, but he couldn’t control himself anymore. He couldn’t control his strength or power.

Sloane looked over at Liam as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure what she expected... sympathy, an explanation, or even him just asking her to step aside. Whatever it was she thought he'd do, pushing her aside was not it. It was not gentle by any means. For how small she was, he didn't need to exert such force, but never the less he did. It sent her backwards, slamming into the tree and falling to the ground.

This allowed him to rapidly close off the distance between himself and her brother, lunging to tackle him back first to the ground. Liam placed every pound of his weight onto him, and his fists just flew without reason. His knuckles sought Sylas’ face and skull, pounding at him with the violent passion of a psychopathic murderer that enjoyed himself. Every crack, any speck of blood that flew back at him - whatever, he liked it.

There came a point when Liam just wanted to feel the breath writhe in Sylas’ throat - trapped and burning. He wrapped both of his hands around that flimsy little neck and squeezed. Slowly adding more and more pressure.

Surprisingly, Sylas didn't fight back. He let Liam go full savage, with a smile on his face and a chuckle. He laughed through the punches and beatings until the blood stained his face. And he continued until the laughs turned to coughs, when monstrous hands enclosed around his throat. Yet, he still did nothing. He simply laid there, letting his gaze drift over to his sister... waiting.

Liam was going to finally murder him.