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vvclascos‌:

“Everyone sticks to their cabins, but seeing as how I don’t have one, I usually sit by Hermes’ table.” He cast a sidelong glance to the table full of raucous campers, filled with children of the winged messenger, and a scattered number of other demigods, either unclaimed or the children of minor deities. It felt like home most days, a sentence others—while he was happy enough not being eaten by monsters outside the camp border, Virgil always felt like a little bit of an outsider from the cabin he lodged in, not exactly knowing where to go or who to join. “You’re welcome to sit at Hermes, since he takes in everyone, probably even Romans.” he offered, waving towards the crowded table.

It was awkward, to say the least, that he had the pleasure of touring him around. Virgil never hung around the spotlight for any number of positive reasons, so the amount of eyes looking at him always kept him on edge, the demeanor perfect and brow perfectly dry. He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself on his simple task, and besides, River seemed perfectly amiable. Not exactly the warden that everyone seemed to whisper about.

Ushering him towards the wood nymphs, their cheery disposition taking a damper once they saw River, he shot them a smile and grabbed a few pieces of barbecue and fruit. ( Which come to think of it, was a weird combination for food. ) “Anything like this in your camp?” he said, already eating the strawberries on his place, “Aside from the catty power struggles, I mean. I’m assuming most demigods have that thing going for them.”

“That doesn’t sound very fair.” It was clear there was some alienation between Virgil and the cabin he spoke of, though River couldn’t yet tell if it was born of insecurity or outright animosity. It all seemed a bit trivial, the strict sorting by parent as opposed to skill--- not that he would defend the system of cohorts, but at least they didn’t expect him to count on his siblings alone. This sense of exclusion wasn’t exactly deeply hidden, and he wanted to further get his hands around it, to better understand Virgil. In his experience, those who had few to attach to were often more desperate to find someone to give their trust. “Are you going to their table? I’ll just sit with you. The devil you know, and all that, right?” He grinned along the last sentence, all teasing, as if already familiar--- while he didn’t trust the others an inch, Virgil seemed far from monstrous.

Following his lead, River collected a bit of food and looked up to meet the stares of the nymphs, smiling to them like he didn’t recognize their wariness. Going noticed wasn’t unusual, though typically it didn’t come with such caution. The Greeks had a built-in antagonism towards the Romans that burned in his chest, bitter underneath the interactions he’d had ; he hated that they probably already figured they knew him, that he’d have to work all that harder to get them to think of him the way he wanted. None of this would be betrayed in his demeanor then, though, shrugging casually at Virgil’s question. “Sort of. I mean, we don’t divide up by cabins like this, but we have cohorts. Five of them, basically best to worst, that we get placed into. It’s all about rank, so that’s kind of got power struggle written right into it, huh?”

#vvclascos #iv. ╱ IC.

glorydoomed‌:

edie → @aeipaths chapter i. – camp half blood.

walking into camp half blood, every fiber of her being was telling her to turn away. this was enemy territory, none of the romans belonged there. but because they were ordered by the gods themselves, none of them had much of a choice.

standing on the porch of what the greeks called the big house, she was sizing up everyone on the newly formed team. she’d at least heard of all of the romans, they weren’t what she was worried about. if it came to figuring out who was best, she knew they’d take the prize any day. what she was worried about were the demigods from the east, the ones her life would probably depend on in the heat of battle. she knew what her parents would say – keep your enemies closer.

she turned away from the railing she was leaning on, focused on finding more of her own people. edie didn’t appreciate the sideways glances and the looks from the demigods in orange t-shirts, she didn’t need their condescending whispers or their hidden gossipping. with every step she took, the wood creaked beneath her, giving away her location to anyone who was listening. rounding the corner of the wrap-around porch, she found river – probably the only child of venus she didn’t mind. he wasn’t like his siblings, he was his own person – which edie wished she could relate to.

no, they weren’t close – she didn’t ever remember holding a conversation with him, but he was the only person she could find that was like her. he was the best she was going to get, unless she wanted to risk venturing into camp to find another legionnaire. “ river, right? ” she asked, like she didn’t know his name from the countless times the gods had repeated the roster. “ it feels weird to be here, doesn’t it? ”

── They’d been given little time for the weight of the prophecy to truly sink in. The space between Olympus and the camp had closed in faster than expected, the uncomfortable silence of the trip interspersed with talk of the newfound teamwork between the Greeks and Romans--- grandstanding by those in charge, the insincerity obvious even before their arrival. And now that they were actually standing on foreign grounds, that artificiality was more blatant than ever. This didn’t feel like a welcoming, or a homecoming. This felt like trespassing on enemy territory.

River wasn’t eager to dive into it all, not just yet. The campers that wandered the paths, those unknown to him, all appeared to be tuned to the central farmhouse, circling and whispering and otherwise not helping in the growing claustrophobia of the past few hours. Usually, going observed wasn’t much of a bother to him. Yet their curious staring came with hostility, and he wasn’t eager to walk out into it. So instead he hung back to do some scrutinizing of his own, leaning over the rail of the porch and watching the crowds mill, refusing to shy away from gazes that caught on him as they passed.

The interruption was, to some extent, a welcome one. At least she was familiar, though known to him more by reputation than much else. “Edie, hey.” He was glad she was somewhat known beforehand ; getting the other Romans on his side felt like a more feasible task than doing the same with the Greeks, and opening that door by forgetting her name wouldn’t do him any favors. “Yeah, I know what you mean. They keep looking at us like we’re going to storm the place.”

Turning his attention from the onlookers, River shifted to get a better look at his new company. All his interactions with Edie in the past had been fleeting, though her lineage did carry some interest--- he didn’t think much about past legacy of it all, of whatever had led her to where she is now, just that the fact of it made her seem distinctly different than the others. Maybe she felt as though she had something to prove, what with expectations already inherited. All of it felt so starkly contrasted to his own experience, him going ignored until it was simply impossible not to be, and he looked over her expression in hopes of gauging her reaction against his own. “How are you doing?” River offered, not staring but attentive, voice dressed up in as much sincerity as he could manage.

#glorydoomed #iv. ╱ IC.

cifer

send me some numbers

1. if you could travel to any point in time to witness an event as a ghost what event would you witness?

2. if you could look like anybody else who would you look like?

3. who is your favorite fashion icon?

4. if you could watch any musical artist perform in their prime who would you watch?

5. would you rather travel to unknown areas in outer space or undiscovered areas at the bottom of the ocean and beneath the land?

6. what unconventional superpower would you like to have? (ie no flying or super strength)

7. do you have any odd beliefs?

8. what’s your favorite thing about you? what’s your least favorite thing about you?

9. in your mind, what is your happy place?

10. if you could have one pokemon irl which one would you have?

11. if you could become very talented at something what would the talent be?

12. would you choose to live forever if given the option?

13. if you had a genie what would be your three wishes? (no extra wishes)

14. what’s your favorite holiday?

15. are you superstitious?

16. if you were stuck on an island for a year and could only take an mp3 player with only 3 albums on it which albums would you take with you?

17. what’s your go-to character on super smash bros.?

18. who is your male celebrity crush? who is your female celebrity crush?

19. what was your first kiss like?

20. if you could ruin anybody’s life whose life would you ruin and why?

21. what’s your favorite scent?

22. which deceased person do you consider the hugest loss to film/music/science/literature etc.?

23. if you could change one thing about yourself what would you change?

24. would you like to be famous? if yes what would you like to be famous for?

25. do you sing in the shower? what do you like to sing along to?

26. what single word describes you best?

27. what do you hate the most?

28. do you have any recurring dreams or nightmares? if yes what are they?

29. if you had to get a tattoo which artist would you have design the tattoo and what would the tattoo be of?

30. what is a random childhood story you think about often?

31. do emotional books/films/shows/music etc. make you cry?

32. if you could have any creature as a pet/mount (made-up or real) what creature would it be?

33. what’s your favorite beyonce song?

34. what film or television show are you most looking forward to?

35. what are some of the nicknames friends and family have given you?

36. if you lived in a fantasy universe what would your race/class/and alignment be?

37. which of the seven deadly sins are you most guilty of?

38. what was your favorite game to play outside when you were a kid?

39. what color looks best on you?

40. what are your go-to pizza toppings?

41. what kind of drunk are you? (sad, hyper, angry etc.)

42. are you more outgoing or more shy?

43. what’s your favorite song at the moment?

44. what website or app do you visit the most?

45. if you could live anywhere where would you live and what would your home be like?

46. if you could have any one question answered what question would you want answered?

47. do you believe in aliens?

48. what’s your “type”?

49. which famous unsolved mystery would you want solved?

50. if you could go back to the age of 5 and redo your life with the mentality you have now would you do it?

#hell ya #vi. ╱ ASK.

lifeinpoetry

I have given myself permission to be // a monster in little ways.

Anna Meister, from As If (via lifeinpoetry)

#i. ╱ ABT.

insporp

[x]

#ii. ╱ AES.

jvsefinas‌:

— river & josefina location: the training grounds. date: october 27

He wore a smile like a weapon.

This, she knew, because she had also once worn that smile—still did when the occasion called for it. People were disarmed far too easily by pretty words and a pretty face, and some never failed to see beneath a charming veneer. Yet River, from what she’d seen of him from Olympus to Camp, reminded her enough of what she could have been—had she been more of Eros’ daughter—that she sensed what lay beneath his charisma. Venus and Eros were not so different from each other, their offspring similar shades: both born with the power to tug on people’s heartstrings, to have them honey-baited in the palm of their hand if they wished. There was strength in that like a sword or a spear.

This knowledge was enough to raise her suspicions that his smiles were not as sincere as they seemed. Was it too harsh and too quick a judgement? Perhaps. But she didn’t plan to do anything with it other than keep an eye on him. And what better way to get to know a person than to actually talk to them?

“You’ve got the right idea.” She cocked her head, catching the slim knife she’d been tossing up in the air. The bow might always be her first choice, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t widen her repertoire. “Two is better than one,” she gestured to River’s two blades with easy grace, “don’t you think?”

── Immediately did he recognize the girl. He’d taken specific note of her upon recognizing her parentage, a quick curiosity that’d only grown when he’d subsequently learned she was a hunter. The two identities seemed incompatible to him at first, born of a love god and then promised to a loveless life, yet there was no uncertainty in the way she carried herself. Perhaps it was simply a clarity and confidence that came with years lived, or naturally taken on with the pledge to Artemis. When he’d asked others, people spoke of the promise the hunters took as an abstinence from purely romantic love--- which, he realized, wasn’t really much of a loss at all.

In Josefina’s approach, the smile he picked up wasn’t as amiable as it might have been with the others, lit up along his features but still sharp at the edges. From what he’d seen of her--- mild observation, occasionally more so than he’d give to some of the others ---there was a perceptiveness about her that made him wary. River wasn’t about to allow his veneer to fall away entirely, but if he was going to be scrutinized, he’d rather she didn’t misread his charm for vulnerability.

He looked to the weapon in his left at her comment, exhaling a laugh in response. “Glad to hear you approve.” The knives never felt as natural when he was alone. Steady, unrelenting training at Camp Jupiter left him with some skill to speak of, rarely as fluid as those who were raised into it but enough to not make him a simple target, yet practicing on his own felt insufficient. He was only a true threat when he had an opponent to coax the weakness from. A stuffed training dummy couldn’t exactly heed his words. “You’d know better than me, huh? I’m guessing you’re pretty good with that thing.”

#jvsefinas #iv. ╱ IC.#im rly interested to see these two ok #they clash and overlap in a real weird way

vvclascos‌:

@aeipaths chapter one — virgil and river. location: the dining pavilion. date: october 28th.

Touring the Camp wasn’t on Virgil’s agenda for today, but with the arrival of the Romans, Chiron saw fit to have someone extend the olive branch and show them around—meaning that he’d have to sit there beneath their silent gazes, full of judgement. Which is why he thanked his lucky stars that only one of them wanted to come out and walk around the camp today, running through the basic “You’re a demigod now, where are you?” spiel for the unclaimed. Maybe it was the seasoned camper in him, but soon, he found himself giving him the midday rest stop in the dining pavilion, talking about how getting food works.

“So anyways, the wood nymphs here serve up great food, and the goblets are enchanted so it’s like Alexa, but for drinks.” He was thankful for a break at this point—his feet were getting sore, and his stomach was practically screaming for food. Maybe he could get some peace of mind, while he was at it. “You up for a break, or do you want to keep going through with the camp tour? Personally, I’m dying to scarf down some barbecue, but whatever floats your boat.”

── River had wondered if, upon his arrival, he would be handed off to the Aphrodite cabin. If one didn’t look directly at either, they could have assumed a likeness between them and the Venus children, though such comparisons didn’t hold up under any real scrutiny. The exhausting romanticism of his siblings had tired him even at Camp Jupiter, and this trend was far worsened in their Aphrodite counterparts. Without the general Roman militarism, they seemed to have little discouragement. Looking at the other Venus campers, it was clear that they were still soldiers past all their infatuations. When River saw the Aphrodite campers, he just found them irritating.

He was ready, then, to turn down the invitation to tour the camp, expecting it to be led by one of his presumed Greek equivalents. The other boy was a surprise, quickly recognized from the meeting at Olympus, and River figured it was as good a chance as any to begin to get a read on him. No one else showing up was simply good luck. He could focus his attentions better when they were alone.

“Food sounds good,” River replied, not particularly hungry, knowing agreeability was one of the more straightforward ways to initially get on someone’s right side. Besides, it’d give him a better chance to attempt to learn further about Virgil without the distraction of the tour. So far all he really knew was his name, his parent, and whatever he’d offer to tell about the camp ; none of which was truly going to help River any. “Where do we sit?” A table of Aphrodite kids was obvious, a mildly inhuman sort of elegance all around them, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “Seems like everyone just sort of sticks to their cabins. You know a lot about this place--- it always been like that?”

#vvclascos #iv. ╱ IC.#when ur sulking abt ur family drama but u still gotta try n be flattering

superbiarum

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 ·ﾟ✧ RIVER

aeipaths

superbiarum‌:

@aeipaths

Location: Empire State Building Date: October 27th

The words weren’t in her mouth. She couldn’t pick them from the air or throw them on a page. It was a rare occasion that Fiona Laidlaw was at a loss for words. But here she was. Her mind was racing faster than it had ever gone. Faster than when her, and her sixteen suitcases, rolled up in front of Wolf House. Faster than when she went on her first quest. Maybe she’d finally gone clinical. It wouldn’t be her first trip, but it would be the most surreal. Seven half-bloods… Except that wasn’t the full hand. Seven dealt twice. Finn had never been fond of their counterparts, but she’d always been settled by the fact they were separate. All the walls were coming down now.

Her mind was teaming with questions and insults. How could they, the great Roman demigods be expected to just fall into step. Dragged from their home to come all the way to Olympus? Her heels cracked loud against the tiles. She needed air. The lobby stretched farther than it had ever before. Her lungs were burning, each seething breath pulled in was shallow. She shoved the doors open and felt the cool air slap her immediately. Her head broke the surface of the suffocating water, sound returned to her, unmuffled. She had no sooner let out a sigh of relief when she sensed someone approaching her. Her instincts kicked in immediately. Finn drew the blade from her pocket with ease and held it up against the on-comer. That was when she finally noticed who it was. River.

“You really shouldn’t sneak up on a girl like that,” she growled lazily, almost letting it drop to a purr. Finn flung her fiery locks over her shoulder. She slipped her blade away and retrieved a carton of cigarettes instead. Sparks danced from the lighter moments later. She pulled on the cigarette and let her mind settle in the sweet, dull bliss. “Some speech, huh?” She gestured up, smoking trailing after her fingers. She took another drag and let a beat pass. Finn stared at River, her eyes never leaving him. “You think it’s for real?”

── In the aftermath of Olympus, River watched the others unfurl from the elevator and out into the lobby, a pulse of poorly-concealed nerves following throughout each. No one could have had high expectations for a meeting with gods, and still they’d fared worse than anticipated, the tone among them muddled, slighted--- the offenses kept coming, a one-two punch, their call to Olympus and now the pairing with the Greeks. He had his own concerns over each, yet didn’t have time to think over them at the moment, not while observing the agitated skitter of the others ahead of him, sparking curiosity. Low points such as these often had him spotting insecurities worn out on sleeves, and it was too encouraging a possibility to squander.

Of those he’d expected to break first, he hadn’t much considered Finn on his list. He’d yet to get a true read on her, he knew her sort, the way she carried herself--- a prideful kind, a sort of veneer that the moneyed could afford. She didn’t appear entirely distraught, none of them were foolish enough to be so straightforward, but there was an urgency to her gait and a tension all through her posture, and he found it interesting.

A cheerful welcome certainly wasn’t to be expected, though the knife still took him somewhat off guard. Regardless of his unease at the response, the surprise of any of the past hour didn’t betray in his appearance, careful composure yet to be irretrievably shaken--- there would be time to worry and fall apart over everything later, safely, alone. He wasn’t sure if some show of surrender was expected, a raise of his open palms to display defenselessness, wondered if they’d be caught in a stalemate for a moment as she held him at the point and he kept his hands in his pockets. Instead the moment was over almost immediately, her snap of a reaction slipped out of while her tone smoothed down. The quick-turn of her demeanor was noted, watching her light a cigarette with a new fluidity.

“Sorry, my fault,” River began, building the apology to soften up to his features. Bacchus children had reputations of their own, as any of them did, and he glanced her over to catalogue the most outward of impressions. He thought their stereotypes could suit her if she so wanted. A richness to make you sick in its excess. She didn’t look away and so he followed suit, an easiness to mirror hers. “Don’t think they really care what I’d have to say about it, hm?” It sounded offhand, speaking it like was a joke they somehow already had between them, and he smiled through it. He nodded to her, chin gesturing vaguely to both the lit cigarette and the rest of the unused pack to see which, if either, she’d offer. “May I?”

#superbiarum #iv. ╱ IC.#this came out uhhhH longer than intended #but hes extra

time : 11:42AM. location : CAMP HALF-BLOOD.

── He’d fallen into a habit of observation. River wasn’t sure how characteristic this was of him, exactly, maybe the pattern of it had simply worsened with the new influence of the Greeks and their camp, but he did at least know the tendency had come around quieter this time. Usually he would have already thrown himself into the fray unhesitatingly, tracing out strings to pull or otherwise feeling around for whatever weak spots he could later use as handholds for himself. With the rest of the fourteen, however, he hoped to take more time. Running in headfirst gave him faster results, certainly, but his knowing would be built on half-information--- shaky jointed, with the possibility to fall apart quickly, and he wanted his understanding of his new peers to last. So for the past while, he’d attempted to simply watch, to listen, and feel out the others.

Jinx hadn’t exactly made herself difficult to notice. Not that she was without her subtleties, as she had what appeared to be a propensity for quick fingers and offhand comments, already apparent in many of the Hermes campers and concentrated in her. Just that she was so set apart from the rest he was learning of, bright hair and a sly smile that countered in such clean contrast to the others. Camp Half-Blood was already foreign enough, and she was of particular note, an antithesis to the militarism he’d grown accustomed to among the Romans. He wondered how genuine her lightheartedness was.

That morning, he found, his observe-from-afar efforts weren’t particularly suiting him anymore--- it hadn’t taken long for him to grow bored of his own attempted patience. Jinx had pulled herself up off the ground, he’d spotted, her legs all curled around the lower branches of a tree, hidden if he hadn’t seen her set herself there in the first place. Curious, he wandered over, not an accusatory approach as if he was about to ruin her fun, but obviously with intent. River cocked his head to the side slightly so as to get a better view of her vivid hair among the needles, hands in his pockets, smiling as disarmingly as he knew. “Hiding from someone?”