— SHADOW PRINCE

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frankiegarneau​.

♥♥♥

It’s always good to see Adam. Unexpectedly is her favorite, like now, though the times they very intentionally plan to meet are definitely nothing to complain about. Those times, she looks forward to. But for now, she laughs a little from her table, feet from his in the midst of the buzzing cafe.

“You’re just familiar, but it helps that you’re pretty,” Frankie laughs as she teases him playfully, picking up her tote and moving it up her shoulder. She grabs her tea and receipt sketch in one hand, her pen in the other. “Mind if I join you?” She asks, nodding towards Adam’s table though she doesn’t wait for an answer. She’s on her feet, maneuvering through the miniature labyrinth made from backs of chairs. 

Frankie sits across from Adam, sliding the receipt canvas over to him. “A Frankie Garneau original, free of charge. That’s priceless, you know,” She teases, easing into a smile. 

— 💀 —

he perks up at the compliment, sitting a bit straighter in his seat and flashing a self-indulgent smile. “i am pretty, aren’t i?” twelve year old adam tries to hide, embarrassed by the attention and compliment. but post-camp adam has outgrown that fear and gained a fair amount of self-confidence. he inclines his head, motions to the open chair across from him even as she moves.

adam takes the offered gift, pads of his finger making sure to avoid the impeccable sketch. “oh, you don’t have to tell me that, i know how to appreciate a work of art.” ignoring her ‘free of charge’ comment, he fishes out two gold drachmas and places them in front of her. “a night at elysium on me. or the styx. whichever one you prefer.”

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nadiablake​.

“Think of it like compensation for all the free promotion I give you.” Nadia replies, quirking a brow to him. “And it doesn’t look like you’re having any financial troubles.” She gives Adam a cheeky smile, her tone light to reflect her good mood. “Because it’d literally kill you to take off for a night.” Her expression sours for a brief moment before he agrees to a drink, although the idea of Adam Zhao on the dancefloor was something she’d entertain herself with. Perhaps if she convinced him to drink enough. Before she gets the chance to bat her eyelashes, the bartender brings over tequila shots for the both of them. “We should toast to something. You say it.”

— 💀 —

she’s right, begrudgingly so. “not at the moment,” adam replies smoothly. “but you never know in new greece. tides change.” the son of hades fights the urge to roll his eyes, but a grin still manages to twitch at the corner of his lips. “ i actually enjoy what i do, therefore i don’t see the need in taking a break.” nodding a thank you to the bartender who’d supplied their shots, practically instantly, no less, adam wraps a few fingers around the small glass. “a toast?” he lifts an eyebrow, though doesn’t fight further. every day a demigod was alive was something to celebrate. “to earned rest and relaxation.” he hits the glass against the table once before lifting it to his lips. adam downs the contents in one smooth sip before returning it to the bar top.

[adcmzhao]

ELYSIUM; rooftop bar & lounge.

elegant in every sense of the word, eylsium oozes an air of sophistication and guarantees you a night full of luxury. the utter opposite of the styx, most who find themselves lounging at the numbered tables or floating through the small pockets of crowds are ready to drop some cash and spend the evening conversing with a fair few people who are anything but ordinary. for demigods, it’s a place of relaxation. of indulgence. flash a golden drachma on the ground floor and you’ve granted yourself access to the most sought after location in the city. flash another at the bar and you’ll have free food and drinks all night. it’s the least you’re allowed considering you’ve been fighting your entire life. you’ve earned this.

age: 21+ cover: tab of $500 or more (for mortals), one golden drachma (for demigods). overall price: $$$$.

[adcmzhao]

9, 12,14, 24, 26, 34, 35, 36!

9. what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?

to regular mortals and demigods, he smells like kilian dark lord (lol) “ex tenebris lux” cologne. but to most animals? there’s an air of death that radiates from him. horses are particularly privy to it, yet dogs seem to ignore it.

12. do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?

from what sleep he does get, adam prefers to have the ability to stretch out and feel unencumbered. he prefers sleeping alone to sleeping with someone, though this could stem from his intense intimacy issues. 

14. do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

because he keeps an eye on both of his nightclubs, adam is nocturnal by nature. even if he weren’t the son of hades, this would be the case. though he doesn’t particularly sleep all day, either. he averages about five hours of sleep a day.

24. do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off?

not really, no. it takes a lot to get under his skin, if only because he’s become weathered to dealing with idiots. there are certain things that might set him off, but they are few and far between. adam’s composed most days, even in the face of threats and insults.

26. what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?

there’s.... not much he’d debate for hours. he likes running his clubs. he likes that he’s created establishments that are extraordinary and unique in what they are. i guess he’d be pretty passionate about defending camp half-blood and what it’s doing for young demigods. it was his childhood. it helped protect him and let him grow into the person he is today. he doesn’t see that as the camp shaping him to its own agendas - they let him be himself and then worked with it.

34. are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?

he’s never been in a situation to be jealous so i’m going to say no. at least not currently. that could very well change in the future with the right person, i guess.

35. are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both?

not particularly, no. his father is very possessive and controlling, so adam tries to be anything but exactly like him. he is a son of hades but that doesn’t mean he has to act like one. 

36. would they rather be alone or in a relationship?

currently adam would prefer to be alone, but that’s only because it’s what he thinks is right. solitude is the only thing he believes he can attain. so it’s not really a question of what he wants because, sure, maybe down the line he’d like to be in a relationship. but does he think that will ever happen? not really.

[adcmzhao]

6-9 for the meme!

6. what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?

considering adam is a demigod, most nights he dreams of prophecies and the like. though he’s older now, and the dreams (nightmares) are less prophetic in nature and more reflections of the battle for manhattan. as you can surmise, they are anything but peaceful and an evenings where he doesn’t dream at all are few and far between.

7. do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings?

adam isn’t necessarily a morning person, but he’s the type of guy that can get up if he needs to. he won’t enjoy it, per se, but he’ll get up regardless. he splits his time between the styx and elysium, so sleep doesn’t come to him as frequently or as long as to most. 

8. what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing?

he’s a boxer briefs type of guy and nothing else. maybe a loose tshirt when it gets a bit colder but he’s definitely not a sweatpants or pants in general type of guy when sleeping.

9. what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?

to regular mortals and demigods, he smells like kilian dark lord (lol) “ex tenebris lux” cologne. but to most animals? there’s an air of death that radiates from him. horses are particularly privy to it, yet dogs seem to ignore it.

[adcmzhao]

THE STYX; night/dance club & rooftop pool.

neon colors and flashing lights. the bump of a deep base rippling the waters of the outdoor pool. you’ll never forget your nights spent at the styx, if only because you’ll leave with the beat of the last song still thumping through your eardrums. extremely popular with the younger crowd, this expansive rooftop nightclub is a beacon of vibrant colors and EDM. and while not as exclusive as elysium, you’ve gotta know someone who knows someone if you even dream about getting past the inhumanly tall bouncer that guards the elevator to get up to the roof. swim suits aren’t a necessity, but know that there’s always a danger of getting tossed into the heated pool -- there will be no regrets from your perpetrator, just rapturous roars and cheers from the crowd. make sure your money is in a zip lock bag somewhere, even though --- curious. did you just see someone order a drink with a gold coin?

age: 21+ cover: $15. overall price: $$.

[fruityrpmemes-blog]

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what’s your muse’s favorite album of all time / favorite artist?

how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc?

do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other?

do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided?

how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed?

what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?

do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings?

what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing?

what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?

what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs?

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep?

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above?

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc?

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither?

what are their phobias? do they have any at all?

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?

did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered?

do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet?

how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc?

do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off?

do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?

what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?

what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?

do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many?

is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically?

is there something about their personality they want to change?

do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever?

do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar?

are they too hard on themselves over the little things?

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?

are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both?

would they rather be alone or in a relationship?

what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it?

do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them?

do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them?

do they have a big family or a small family? no family?

where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? why?

are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not?

do they like living alone or with another person / other people?

did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it?

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one?

if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be?

do they like tv shows or movies? or neither?

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?

do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it?

where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years?

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emeraflores​.

— ☀️ —

emera finds herself looking away at the compliment, a slight smile on her face. it’s not that she doesn’t believe him, but he’s always seemed important to her. one of the big three after all, and though emera doesn’t often busy herself with the politics of her father the hierarchy of lineage has always been something that’s never easy to ignore, at camp or otherwise. 

she turns towards the shelf behind the counter, leaning down to pluck a few snowdrops out of the jar she’s set them in. “i’ll let you in on a little secret. flowers aren’t meant to last forever.” it’s a sad thought, but she continues so she doesn’t have to leave it on that note. “but when they go, they end up back in the earth and get to be something entirely new all over again. so you shouldn’t blame yourself too much.” with that she sets the three tiny flowers in his hand, the small smile returning.

— 💀 —

adam inclines his head. “that they aren’t,” he agrees. “but i’m sure they’re meant to last for far longer than five seconds.” it’s taken him quite some time to master that aspect of who he was. earlier, when they were all children and and left to fend for themselves at camp, any small emotional distress would turn the grass dead at his feet. he’d gotten an earful numerous times from the satyr’s and dryads. now, though, the flowers are placed within his palm and they do not whither and die. adam is thankful for that small feat, presuming it’d be a terrible sight to behold for the other. “i guess that’s what they call the circle of life.”

[adcmzhao]

frankiegarneau​.

OPEN

LOCATION: Anywhere (?)

Frankie sighs to herself, her ink pen gliding seemingly with no direction against a piece of paper she turns into her canvas. It’s an old hobby nearly forgotten, but old habits have a tendency of dying hard, or so she has heard. It must be true, the way she glances up every now and then to take in her subject. In those few glances, she studies them. She studies the curves of their lips at rest. She studies the few strands of hair that seem adamant to stand out uniquely from the others. She studies the way, at least in that moment, they have their guard down. 

And she captures all of it there at the tip of her pen, finding and highlighting their innate beauty. Frankie smiles to herself, filling in the details she wonders if other people notice about her newfound subject. Or is she the only one? It’d be a shame if she was.

Painting, more or less, is her profession. Drawing freely is a sort of therapy. People, in their vastness, are always the perfect, unassuming subjects. And she never keeps her drawings, no. When she’s done, she hands over her creation free of charge. The quiet joy on their faces when they see that they too can be art. A small, unexpected dosage of happiness. Everyone deserves one every now and then. Frankie’s dosage, on the other hand, comes in the form of being the one who’s able to deliver it. 

Frankie attempts to steal another glance at her subject, their eyes meeting hers. She’s been found out, and naturally, she laughs. “You caught me,” She says with an amused ease and charm. She picks up her little drawing, showing them what she’s been working on. 

— 💀 —

he’s felt the gaze for some time now, but out of respect and.... well, an intense desire to not draw attention, adam’s kept his gaze out into the landscape in front of them. it’s a cool morning in new greece and the small ambrosia café is crowded, as one could expect from early morning mortals. if he’d learned anything about them it was that they never slept (much like their city) and they relied religiously on coffee.

it only takes a moment, a small prick of curiosity that flicks his eyes over -- and then he’s caught. in retrospect, he should have assumed the person on the other end of the glances was frankie, even more so once he realized what she was doing. “should i feel special that out of all the people here you decided to sketch me?” it’s a joke, of course. as his eyes wander of the sketch, he can be nothing but impressed. “if it’s possible, it looks like you’ve gotten even better.”

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iancartwright​.

•

Ian couldn’t help but grin when he saw Adam, waving a hand. “Well, I actually feel less bad now,” he joked, stuffing hands into his coat pockets lest he try to throw something else and miss. “Unfortunately, I realized my aspirations of the NBA were nothing but a pipe dream so, apparently, I did the next best thing.” Become a surgeon certainly hadn’t seemed like the easier path at the time but Adam was right, basketball had never been in Ian’s future. 

“Besides, I think I’ve earned myself a few extra points given that I’ve been up since seven last night. Not all of us get beauty sleep whenever we want,” he joked, no ire in his voice as he nodded at the coffee shop a few feet ahead with the same logo as Adam’s coffee. “Is it any good?” Ian took his coffee black and, as such, was too picky for his own good about which shops he frequented. 

— 💀 —

adam flashes an aghast look, glancing down to his shoes. “these are expensive.” it’s not a lasting mood, though. “ah, yeah. because the next step from perspective nba star would be a surgeon. makes total sense.” the son of hades chuckles. truth be told he’d never desired any sort of profession that would sit him in a hospital all day. adam doesn’t know how ian does it. “oh i don’t think you sleep at all. i’ve seen grey’s anatomy. i know you lot don’t have normal sleep hours.” then again, neither did he. “it’s okay,” adam shrugged.

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riancarter​.

— 🌊 —

Rian pressed her lips together in feigned sadness. “Yeah, it’s a curse, really,” the brunette began, shrugging her shoulders as if in defeat, “some of us have bigger crosses to bear and mine it knowing when you’re hungry and slash or have forgotten to eat.” She looked at Adam with a pointed look, as if she was telling him he had to stop doing that ( though she would still bring food, solely for the company ). For a few moments, Rian kept up with the skit — then she had to let out a small chuckle, shaking her head at their whole exchange. Then, she furrowed her eyebrows, listening to what Adam was saying as she took out the lids from the take out boxes. “Can’t you have some sort of retractable roof? A cool black tent? Oh and it’s not like we know someone that can control the weather, right?” Her voice dripped of sarcasm at the end, looking at Adam with a smirk. 

— 💀 —

his eyes narrow at her mock sorrow, arms crossing over his chest. “people would kill for the honor,” adam grumbles. the frown across his lips deepens and he waves a hand. “yeah, yeah, i’ll work on it, okay? i’ll work on it.” it’s all fun and games in the end, much like many of their conversations. the son of hades pauses for a moment, hand shifting over each box of food. “i could. the roof would be nice. more the aesthetic of elysium than the styx. so i might try the roof for elysium and stick to loads of heaters for the styx.” he lets out a small huff of laughter, “yeah. like i’ve got any pull there.”

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charlottecheng​.

Starter for: @adcmzhao​ Location: Coney Island Boardwalk, New York City

It was definitely by incident that Charlotte had bumped into Adam Zhao at the Coney Island Boardwalk. She had wanted just a few moments to think about a few things and even though the Boardwalk was a very busy place, it was also a place where you could just disappear in the crowds for a moment. The chances that you would bump into someone you knew were very slim, but still she had managed to do so just a moment ago.

“New York City is so very large and we manage to bump into each other right here of all places,” Charlotte smiled at the other man. It made her curious as to why he was there but that was a question she was going to save for later. “You up for a drink at the little shop a few shops down to catch up? I mean, I’ve been in New York for a few weeks now, but we haven’t talked yet.”

— 💀 —

he hadn’t thought much about fate in a very long time. truth be told, adam wouldn’t have believed in it unless shown the opposite -- and the three fates were anything but comforting. “it’s bound to happen,” he inclines his head with a welcoming smile. “i’ve got some time, sure.” head tilts next, a small flash of curiousness creasing his features. though adam had learned long ago not to ask questions he wasn’t comfortable answering in return. “only a few weeks?”

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emeraflores.

— ☀️ —

emera often isn’t used to people playing along with her randomly decided games. it’s hard to usually, and she knows that. after all, games that often came without rules were very hard to play. and though she didn’t like to think about it too much, the difference between mortals and the gods was never more apparent to her than when she found the common folk of new greece couldn’t keep up with her. 

so when adam utters the simple pun, and it’s simple really, hardly a thing worth celebrating, it lights up her face all the same. “i’m honored you have so much confidence in me.” 

she shrugs, the bright smile never leaving her. “well, with luck i always think the more the better, right? and the more the merrier. you can’t have too much luck in your life.” 

— 💀 —

it seems his pun has accomplished what he’d wanted. in certain, small, moments the son of hades isn’t above playing along. isn’t above making a slight fool of himself or cracking a joke. there’s a vulnerability that comes with that sort of carefree nature, though, and it does not come easy to him. or last for long periods of time.

“i’ll always have that confidence,” he responds, inclining his head slightly towards her. “well. say i’m not particularly... gifted when it comes to plants. they tend to,” adam winces slightly, “die around me. so maybe only a few will be for the best.”

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harturquhart​.

“Sounds like a costly undertaking, Hephaestus probably has a kid or two somewhere that would be able to whip that together for a reduced rate.” Hart offered simplistically, the God’s children were always much more mechanically inclined, and it was better to be in a Demigod’s debt than an actual God’s. At least, in Hart’s experience. It was clear that Adam was distracted, he wondered if the son of Hades held similar concerns for the future as him though Hart said nothing of it. He studied the man for a moment, considered his words as carefully as he would any other. “Still,” Hart breezed, “the view from here is one of the best in the city, my favourite, I think.” The demigod’s mind was elsewhere, but at least he was in good company. “Do you ever miss it - the camp I mean?”

— 💀 —

adam nods, face scrunching slightly in thought. “i’d never ask for a reduced rate, especially from a friend. if anything i’d pay them more because i know they’d do a damn good job. but that might be the right place to search.” a small smile curves his lips next, eyes shifted out towards the city skyline. it was beautiful. he’d paid for the view, of course, but what was mortal money to a child of a god? and the lord of the dead, no less? “mine too. i think i prefer this one over the styx, though that could also be a reflection of the...” he pauses, trying to think of the appropriate term, “patrons that frequent the styx. a much younger crowd. elysium is far more... elegant. at least that was my attempt when designing both of them.” his attention shifts back to the son of zeus and he regards the other for a long moment. “sometimes,” he admits. “i miss the peacefulness of it. sitting in the strawberry fields for hours with the cool breeze off the sound and the warm sun on my face. you?”

[adcmzhao]

nadiablake​.

LOCATION: Elysium OPEN

Nadia sways her hips to the music, feeling it pulse through her veins as she goes with the beat to whatever shitty pop remix was blasting through the speakers. She frequented the nightclub often which she thought was awfully gracious of her to do. There were bars that had a higher status. As much she enjoyed the mortal life she had built for herself, it was comforting to be somewhere that she knew she wasn’t the only one of her kind. Not to mention mortal and demigods eyes alike were watching her. There’s already a few drinks in her system, none of which she paid for. Was her beautiful smile she flashed the bartender not payment enough? She saunters back over to the bar where it’s a little quieter and it was nice to hear herself think. About to order another gin and tonic, a familiar face gets her attention. It was almost impossible to not run into fellow campers in New Greece and she didn’t know why she expected any less. “Drinking by ourselves, are we? That’s fun.” She knew she was there alone as well, but Nadia seldom had to enjoy a cocktail by herself. “I’ll give you one of two options, dance with me or take a shot. I’m feeling generous tonight.”

— 💀 —

adam turns, giving her a long moment before he inclines his crystal glass her way. “well, someone has to make up for all the free drinks you’re getting, hm?” it’s meant as a joke. mostly. demigods were treated to nice drinks and food all night and thanks to a small amount of mist, mortals rarely noticed their own price increase. “i’m working,” comes his next admission, eyes once again sweeping through the floor and around - no trouble makers. at least not yet. those were rare and far between. “so a shot it is, then.”

[weltenwellen]

I’ve lived with ghosts since I was a kid. Since before I knew they were even there. Ghosts are guilt, ghosts are secrets, ghosts are regrets and failings. But most times…most times a ghost is a wish.

The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

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iancartwright​.

Twelve hours on his feet and a mind-numbing surgery later had Ian’s hand-eye coordination lacking just a bit. He tossed the bottle into the trash can, or what he thought would be the trash can but it rebounded and clattered to the ground, right at the foot of another before he could do anything about it. “Shit ––” He could feel his neck get hot as he gave them a sheepish, apologetic smile, “sorry…I wasn’t uh, you know…trying to get you…” not sure they’d think he was trying to do that in the first place but he thought it better to be safe than sorry as he bent to scoop up the glass bottle. “Uh…at least it’s just water?” 

— 💀 —

cup of coffee in hand, adam lifts an eyebrow as he watches the attempt. it’s a nice try, he has to admit, but ultimately falls short. the son of hades watches as the other picks up the bottle, the smallest of smiles curving up one side of his face. “i guess a calling in basketball isn’t in your immediate future?” another pause, “you’re lucky you’re still brilliant with your hands even without the hand-eye coordination.”