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#* ｡･ you look like an angel ; walk like an angel ; talk like an angel / radio.#YEAH

pynkmin !

By daytime, the dining pavilion would be brimming with life, laughter and chatter dancing around every marble column. Once Night casts her darkness upon Camp Half-Blood and the campers take refuge in their cabins, a peaceful silence befalls the area, disturbed only by the sea waves crashing against the hill; bathed in moonlight, it looks otherworldly.

Min usually prefers to enjoy the peace by themself, but slipping into the blanket with Andromeda–quick to leech off her warmth–was almost reminiscent of winter nights spent huddled against their mother, blanket draped over their shoulders as they waited for their homemade treats to bake. Perhaps they could ask Andromeda to join them in the kitchen some time…

Suffice to say, they realize they don’t mind their sister’s company.

It seems, however, that their companion for the night has her mind wandering far away from this silent hill. With a playful poke to her forehead they ask, “What’s got your face all scrunched up?”

she doesn’t realize she’s been quiet until min issues a poke to her forehead. andromeda recoils slightly at the touch with a laugh, shaking off the gesture. “ y’know --- ” she begins, leaning back to regard min. her head nods, as if the answer to the other’s question was obvious, maybe even right in front of them. “ stuff. ”

lips purse momentarily --- she’s never been a great liar ; she doesn’t even try at this point, and the lack of practice is apparent. transparency was something that was highly valued in the presley house - hold and andromeda doesn’t think that’s something she should be ashamed of, even if it is extremely inconvenient.

“ i dunno, lots of stuff. ” her knuckles give her forehead a rap. “ this baby can hold so much shit, including but not limited to stress, anxiety, and hellish sleep patterns. ”

#pynkmin

novagallo!

tagging: andromeda ( @andromedapresley ) location: canoe lake.

with the chill in the air and frost painting the grass, it’s hardly appropriate weather for canoeing. in fact, you could argue that he’d be better off squirrelled away somewhere inside under a thick duvet, or warming his hands by the fire. yet by his estimation, if it’s not so cold he can’t think straight, there’s no better time than the present. his canoe never hits the water however, not when he sees a familiar face coming around the bend. even now, so long separated from how he used to feel and how he currently feels, he can’t help but falter. his fingers fumble; they drop the side of the canoe he was holding, smacking hard against his toes as he curses. for fuck’s sake. “ you should consider wearing a bell. in case you’re trying to give people heart attacks. ” the words come out sharper than he might have intended, the throbbing in his foot a welcome distraction. “ if you’re here to shove me in again, give me a five minute warning so i can save my phone. ”

andromeda always stubbornly refuses to accept the colder seasons being ushered in. fall typically meant the end of camp and her return to a bustling farming season ; she put up one hell of a fight when delilah presley said she could handle it without the daughter of demeter’s help this year. ( it’s a bold - faced lie, considering andromeda is ninety percent of the reason the farm runs smoothly, and she hates leaving her step - mother there to do all the work alone. ) staying at camp isn’t a punishment by any means, but she’d rather not be here right now, and willfully refusing to accept the seasons is her way of upholding some kind of normalcy.

“ i’ve got no intentions of shoving you in, ‘specially since that’s not how it went the first time anyway. ” she’s lax in her volley back to him, thumbs sticking out of her jean pockets. his tonality makes her smile ---- not a malicious one, not one born of anger or amusement, but a genuine smile. ( she’s always found a certain amount of entertainment in his quips ; it was easy to slip back into old habits. ) she nods at the canoe, of which has already been regarded with his swearing. “ y’alright there ? ”

#novagallo

stupvdlve !

he doesn’t go around PARADING his sleep problems. one because that seems like an odd thing to be proud of. ( there’s no gold medal for insomnia but even then he’d still have a few people to contend with. ) two because he’s somewhat resistant to everyone knowing. he may have successfully assimilated himself into the food chain as the CLASS CLOWN, the good time, the one you go to HAVE RECKLESS FUN. but that doesn’t leave much room for sincerity. with the exception of a few people, of course. he comes to take a heavy seat with her, partially due to his gait ( lazy and almost clumsy at this time of night ) and his exhaustion permeating the interaction anyway. he could go and find brook, but on the odd chance she’s actually managed to fall asleep, he doesn’t want to risk waking her. she wouldn’t mind, but he definitely would. and then he’d have another reason to lose sleep until the sun started to rise and his eventually took him for a desperate but short - lived spell. “ not tonight. ” not the whole truth but he’s not in court. “ you okay? ” if anything, he could OFFSET it and discuss the fact his face is still healing from THE INCIDENT.

there are a few up - sides to sleep - walking. andromeda doesn’t mind waking up in odd places ; she doesn’t usually make it far before tripping over rocks, paths, or her own feet, but she finds enjoyment in the game of russian roulette that determined where she’d end up. ( there were the rare lucky times that she had made it all the way to the subconscious desired destination, usually to the cabin of someone of comfort. ) it’s always interesting to see who else is awake --- not for the sake of being prying or intrusive, but because she found some small amount of selfish solace in knowing she wasn’t alone at this ungodly hour.

so his company is greatly appreciated. she angles herself slightly in his direction, as if resolving to welcome him into the sleepless - demigod - club conversation. “ yeah, yeah ---- i’m good, i guess it just got . . . stuffy in the cabin. ” a fleeting cringe flies through her features at the white lie ---- it’s quite literally impossible for the demeter cabin to get stuffy, but the words are as transparent as they are false. “ what about you ? ”

#stupvdlve

felicitycaitlin

#* ｡･ if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain / musing.

cinnabonkisses

#* ｡･ when a flower grows wild it can always survive / home.

necrmnce !

.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ all things considered , brooklyn had slept surprisingly well the night before . she actually felt good the next day , no thanks to the wine she had the previous night , but all thanks to the very distraught dirty blonde groaning at the table next to her . she slowly takes another bite of french toast , watching andromeda with wide eyes . “ you kissed someone for that ? ” brook asks , the disbelief dripping from her voice . things hadn’t been completely fixed , there was more that needed to be said , but the information brooklyn truth dumped the night before had strangely cleared a large portion of the difficult tension that usually filled the space between them two . now if it would remain that way once brook revealed she had still been in contact with link as a ghost remained to be seen . however , she would take advantage of the situation while she could . “ i’m sure mr. d wouldn’t want to share with anyone again . ” she smiles , holding up a piece of fruit to andy , “ grape ? ”

a soft laugh escapes at brooklyn’s quizzical exclamation, and andromeda rolls her head so one cheek is against the table. “ yeah --- i didn’t really think that one through, considering both abel and lonnie are over twenty - one, but hey, girl’s gotta eat, right ? ” that isn’t exactly the right use of that expression, she’s well aware, but it’s good enough for her right now. all things considered, her head doesn’t feel like it’s being split open with a scythe or pounding like a swat team is trying to break in as she had predicted it would, so she’s willing to consider this a win. it feels good to have playful banter with brook again --- it feels the same as all those years ago, when andromeda would channel every ounce of stealth into flicking a piece of bacon across the dining pavilion at brook. they’ve lost that child - like ease since, but it was a relief to have back some semblance of their friendship ---- even if that means some of the weight shifts from brooklyn’s chest to the pit of andromeda’s stomach : she’ll take it. ( if she thinks too hard about jesse and link and brook, everything gets muddled together and the uneasiness returns, so she forces it out of her mind with everything in her. ) “ as long as it’s not fermented, yes please. ”

#necrmnce

divineviictory !

he can see the short battle play out on andromeda’s face before manners win out, those really do seem to be inconvenient and alex is glad he doesn’t worry about them half the time. it’s not that he has a constant need to be a dick to her, at the moment he was actually feeling pretty mellow like he often does so late at night. in fact, he probably cares about andromeda more than he does most people, even if it’s mostly for the sake of their mutual friend. it’s just easier to slip into familiar roles. that way when he is feeling in a particularly needling mood, nothing has changed.

❝ well, couldn’t sleep as you so astutely observed. so i was going to go on a run. usually clears my head and i figured it might make me tired enough to go back to bed, but if not, at least i’m already warmed up for some training. ❞ alex knew that he didn’t have a monopoly on sleeping problems at chb, at least he didn’t have nightmares waking him every night, those only came once in a while. ❝ want to join me? we don’t have to make it a race or anything. ❞ ( it wasn’t often worth it to win a foot race anymore, considering children of nike were the fastest in camp. ) ❝ we could even spar if you wanted a distraction too. ❞

“ it’s, like --- ” she frowns, looking down at the imaginary watch on her wrist, then up at the sky, which remains dark with no signs of letting up any time soon. “ not even the ass - crack of dawn ; for your sake, i hope that run tires you out enough to crash. i wouldn’t wanna be up for another five hours, jus’ waitin’ for everyone else. ” her tone isn’t rude ---- no, it’s too late at night to be rude, but it’s as short and blunt as it always is with him in particular. ( maybe the tone is reserved just for him, considering the very small percentage of demigods that don’t receive her unvarying kind regards. then again, everyone else was rather diligent in their regards to a sixteen year old post - quest - andromeda when pointing out her fragility all those years ago after coming home with brooklyn, one man down. )

her eyebrows raise in question and she adopts a slight grimace. “ yes, me ‘n my -- ” she flaps her arms, the thin blanket making waving with the gesture. “ -- me ‘n my crocs and sheet versus you. i think i’ll pass on this one, if’ya don’t mind. ”

#divineviictory

avalonbalinor !

“target practice?” avalon scoffed, “i’m not looking to be productive, andi, who do you think i am? i’m looking to have a good time. besides, oh wonderous archer, we’re both already outstanding shots – you with your aversion to close-range weapons and me with my … well, daughter-of-apollo-ness. however, there is beautiful sunshine,” she gestured towards the sky where her father’s chariot had flown overhead and left behind beams of light and wonderful warmth, “and a lake calling our names – don’t you hear it? andi … lonnie … dive into my depths …” to accompany her dramatics, avalon placed her hand on to andromeda’s shoulder, turning the daughter of demeter in the direction of the lake. “we have nyads to make friends with … and potentially flirt with. we’ll see how it goes, the day is young.”

“ of course you’re not. ” she feigns annoyance once more, head thrown back in faux exasperation with the other blonde. “ we’d be too powerful if we were both being productive at the same time, camp would implode or somethin’. ” it was always nice to hear avalon venture off on some theatrical tangent like this —- it was familiar and comforting and normal. ( it seemed plausible, as hard as it is for andromeda to admit, that there was a possibility she just has a soft spot for apollo kids. link had that same spirit in him: it felt like home. he felt like home -- past tense. lonnie feels like home -- present tense. ) she makes no effort to stop avalon in steering her in the direction of the water, and andromeda finds it impossible to suppress the smile tugging at her lips at the offer. “ okay, okay, you win ! but we gotta go back ‘n get my swim - suit, ‘cause this is a new bra and i’m not lettin’ it get ruined just ‘cause you wanna take a dip in the water. ”

#avalonbalinor

the brat brigade: as tumblr posts.

( @avalonbalinor / @necrmnce )

#avalonbalinor #necrmnce #* ｡･ the night is young and the music’s high / brat brigade.#* ｡･ mine.#i.... have nothing more 2 say

rvckets !

sleep doesn’t come easy to autumn, finding SOLACE in the fact she’s in an empty nemesis cabin. it makes it easier when she wakes up in the middle of night gasping for air desperately after a NIGHTMARE. it was easier to collect herself and roll out of bed, stepping out of the cabin to walk aimlessly around the camp. it never does the job of clearing her head, but it makes her exhausted enough to fall into an uninterrupted slumber when she goes back. now was one of those times she dragged her feet around camp, somehow coming to a stop outside the dining pavilion and seeing andromeda.

“can’t sleep.” autumn offers, taking a seat beside the other demigod despite no invitation being given for her to do so. “i’m guessing since you’re out here so late at night, you can’t sleep either.”

“ yeah. you’d think we’d sleep better with the amount of training, an’ yet . . . ” she trails off. andromeda has never been one for sparring, although she’s sure it would sap her energy the quickest. even before the war, something about being in someone’s personal space with a deadly weapon didn’t sit right with her. ( if she was going to hurt someone, it was going to be from afar, where she couldn’t hear their anguish or smell their blood. ) maybe she should take up running or actually swim beyond the beach ----- but both of those options seem as unlikely as they are practical.

it’s only the first night of interrupted sleep this week, so she can’t exactly blame anything outlandish ideas on exhaustion, much to her dismay. “ sometimes i wish ---------------- if i asked you to knock me out, would’ya do it ? like, full on knock out, blow to the head, the whole deal ? ”

#blood tw #rvckets #why #why is this her first thought

wcvelength !

besides thinking she was a mermaid for years, fernanda also believed she was possibly part owl too. while she loves the SUNSHINE and soaking in every ray the sun shines her way, but there’s something about the night time that relaxes her too. maybe she has no preference, adores the sky at any form and any time. fernanda is awake at night and awake throughout the day, accepting her fate of never getting the proper amount of sleep for the rest of her life. she finds something SERENE about the camp after dark, the majority of the demigods off to their cabins or off to sleep until the next day. it’s even better when she finds another demigod to keep her company.

“nope. can’t sleep.” fernanda confirms, taking a seat beside andromeda with a soft smile gracing her features. “what about you, andy? can’t sleep either? everything alright back at cabin four or around camp?”

“ i — i sleep, i just don’t always stay asleep. ” it’s easy to admit the surface problem. that much of the situation was obvious and simple and on display. she isn’t a private person, necessarily — not when she wears her heart on her sleeve and doesn’t bat an eyelash when someone points out how loudly it beats. but that was her heart, and this is regarding her mind — that needed to be guarded. ( it was tireless and full of concerns for other people rather than herself. ) her heart might be proudly displayed for all to see, but that didn’t mean her mind was held in a glass box like a damn zoo animal. she isn’t the brightest flower in the field or the sharpest tool in the shed but andromeda prefers to keep her thoughts to herself when she hasn’t exactly sorted them herself. ( it isn’t for lack of trust in fernanda — no, it’s quite the opposite. it’s preservation for the other’s sake. she’s well aware fernanda has no ill intentions in her question, otherwise it wouldn’t have been posed in the first place. there’s plenty on her mind, the events of hecstomb still swirling around like a horrible plague, but she’s perfectly fine keeping it to herself for a while. perfectly fine. )

the sheet is pulled tighter around her, as if that would be the glue that kept everything in. “ guess y’could say i’ve got a sleep - walking problem. the harpies haven’t picked me clean yet so it’s all good, but that’s still tentative. ” she offers a fleeting smile before bumping fernanda’s shoulder. “ what’s got you up so late ? ”

#wcvelength

skamremakesedit

It’s okay.

#* ｡･ i want to be the girl in the movies ; the girl that seldom loses / wishlist.

dankmemeuniversity

#* ｡･ if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain / musing.

captainsamerica

#🤡✌🏼#* ｡･ if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain / musing.

pynkmin !

Every part of Min’s day is perfectly planned, a routine they rarely break away from–the thread with which they hang on to their sanity. Once the sun sets and every item on their to-do list is checked off, they usually head towards the kitchen, prepare a cup of chamomile tea, and then allow the cool night breeze to lull them into a sleepy haze before they return to their cabin.

Andromeda found herself a snug place within that routine. It wasn’t even intentional; for as long as they’ve been in the Hermes cabin, they regarded their claimed siblings with a restrained bitterness. After they moved to the Demeter cabin, Min’s protective instinct acknowledged their new family before they did, and so following their sleepwalking sister to ensure her safety became habit before they felt like they truly belonged.

“I was just on my way back from the kitchen.” Min hands her the extra cup of tea they prepared in case they find her before she sleeps off in another peculiar place. “Are you alright? If you’d rather be by yourself, just make sure you’re back before the harpies are out.”

the tea is welcomed with outstretched hands, as if she already knew this was coming. she takes a sip, suddenly aware of the slight chill in the air. “ no ! i, uh, you ----- y’don’t have’ta go if you don’t wanna. ”

she loves her siblings —- she really does, but part of andromeda always wonders if they only endure her. she doesn’t want their relationship to be based on tolerance alone, and andromeda prays it isn’t, but she’s thankful for the tolerance they do allot her. ( considering the small handful of bad break - ups that led to the customary demeter cabin greenery being completely decimated, she’s just glad they haven’t made her sleep in the forest yet. ) they care for each other, yes, but andromeda wonders when they’ll be fed up with her —- with the elvis record she insists on playing every morning, with the impromptu dancing while they’re working in the fields, with the quiet tears from nightmares in the middle of the night. when is she going to be too much for them to live with ?

min is no exception to those wandering thoughts, especially considering her sibling’s habit of babysitting their sleep - walking sister. ( no one’s had to fish her out of the water or anything ; andromeda considers that a win so far. ) she hops over on the bench to make room for min in the blanket. “ wanna sit for a while ? ”

#pynkmin #BIG agree

divineviictory !

tired as he usually is given that his days are filled to the brim with physical activity, alex can’t always sleep. sometimes he gets about four hours before waking up feeling restless, and he’s learned by now that tossing and turning is a waste of time. so on most of those nights, like this one, he’d sneak in some extra training, taking care to avoid the harpies. he’d just gotten a snack before heading back out to make his way to the arena for a run when he saw andromeda. thinking back, alex doesn’t think he’s ever actually been alone with andromeda. before, avalon had always been there to buffer, and now, he had no real reason to talk to her. especially since she seemed to be avoiding him since the last time they spoke.

it wasn’t his fault that he’d noticed her change after the quest, if she didn’t want to talk about it then maybe she shouldn’t make it so obvious. at this rate she’d be avoiding half the camp soon. but she had been right, it was really none of his business and he didn’t really care in the first place, he’d just been trying to be nice for once. ❝ nope. but it kind of looks like you were. everything alright there, andromeda? ❞ the knowing smirk isn’t really something he can help, but the obvious tease to his tone was intentional.

if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it. her step - mom drilled that saying into her head at such a young age that they might as well have been her first words. that sentiment is the hill she’ll die on --- and unfortunately, it seemed the list of people intent on making sure that was how she went out was growing.

she doesn’t hate alex. no, it’s far from it --- she admires him. but that doesn’t cancel out the fact that he asked too many questions about things that he had no concern in, no control over, and no input for. andromeda doesn’t care for nosy people ----- could he even be called nosy ? she doesn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. but ultimately, the southern hospitality ingrained in her wins over the desire to trudge off and ask the harpies to pick her clean. she inhales an exaggerated sigh -- for theatrics sake, of course -- and turns in her seat to face him a bit more. “ hey, alex, ‘s great seein’ you at this time’a night. what’cha up to ? ”

#divineviictory

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