*She’s sitting in her room, staring at the wall in front of her with an empty expression in her eyes though tears flow from them freely as she mutters lines long since memorized* Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die… To sleep. To sleep perchance to dream. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come…. *She doesn’t notice that someone walks into her cabin as she hugs her legs to her chest, crying*
*Adonis had literally just gotten back from Olympus a few hours ago. The first place he visited was, naturally, the nearest Starbucks. Then steered the chariot en route to Camp, to be reunited with his children again. He slowly propped the door to the cabin open, Adonis had his back turned and could only hear the words recited as he entered and shut the door*
That's some mighty fine Shakespeare we got going on in here. Never understood a damn thing the guy ever tried to say though. *The god turned, holding the bags in his arms and offering a cheeky smile*
