LOVE HIM BUT LEAVE HIM WILD

( &. GRAYSON HAYES ABBOT / EIGHTEEN / SON OF HEMERA / TRUST FUN BABY )

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Grayson was kind of a sore spot for Ali right now, and not just because of the fresh burns on his hands. On one hand Ali wanted to check up on the demi-god and make sure he was alright, on the other he did kinda stab the guy a little.  Sure it was out of necessity and all that, but that probably didn’t make it any less painful or traumatizing.  Ali could speak from experience about that now – having fellow champers attack you was a lot worse than random monsters attacking you.

With all that in mind he’d sort been avoiding going near the Herma cabin.  He was going to make sure Grayson was okay… at some point.  Ali just figured he should give the guy some time to recover first, and let the whole thing blow over a little.  Grayson was probably fine anyway, and if he wasn’t he probably had siblings and friends that could help more than the guy that stabbed him.

Ali grew less sure of that assumption when he overheard Soliel talking about her brother.  Her concern was obvious enough in her tone, but straining to hear what she was saying made it all the more clear Grayson wasn’t doing nearly as well as Ali had hoped.  Maybe she was just being overly concerned, being she was his sister after all.  Considering everything else, Ali doubted that.  But the only way to be sure was to check on Grayson himself, which meant sucking it up and heading over to the Herma cabin.

Sighing, Ali pushed away his nerves and forced himself toward the Herma cabin.  Once he was at the cabin door he reminded himself he’d had to stab Grayson and hopefully that meant the demi-god wouldn’t hate him for it.  Not at all reassured, Ali genteelly knocked on the cabin door.

“Hey, Grayson, you in there?”  He called, managing to sound a lot calmer than he felt.  “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

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grayson was not keenly intact with his emotions. he ignored what he could, repressed half the rest, and diverted anything possible into random fuels ranging from satire to anger. he preferred to act as what he wanted. why did the world need to know about your intense anxiety if you can just not tell him ? it was easy logic, and with it, he kept a favorable facade up in the face of others. he had multiple cataloged sections of his mind reserved for this: how to act, how to talk, how to move. he lived a deconstructed life and had for years.

but getting possessed by an eidolon was not something that came with a handy dandy manual for him to read through. without a known way to react, he . reverted back from his veneer and into an actual ( semi ! ) human person. which was just too stressful to deal with and so he locked himself away just like that.

grayson blasted music and locked his door, had camped out in his room for the last few hours ? days ? it’s begun to get blurry. he was putting all his energy into not thinking about it that when he heard the voice of the very person he was trying to not think of. alison blad was just interrupting his terror-fueled dissociation, and grayson wasn’t having it. he threw open the door to his room and stomped out.

he reckons he must look a mess. his maroon comfort hoodie was crooked, one side hiked up a bit for no discernible reason, and another jacket on top of it. his black adidas sweatpants were bunching up at his knees and the zippers on the sides were half-undone. on top of it all, his hair was severely unwashed. even if he was to try to negotiate that situation meaning nothing to him, he’d have to come up to an explanation as to why he looked like that.

but as grayson left the room and stalked across the cabin and swung open the door, all the stupid anger he had constructed fled from his body in one foul swoop. what was ❝ fuck off, loser ! ❞ very quickly transformed into what he actually said: ❝ god, how— how did you even find me ? i mean, i’m fine. totally good. ❞ the negation of this was how badly his voice was cracking from so long of not using it.

[oflur]

The battle with the Eidolons appeared to have ended. Or, at least, the fighting was at a stand still. Charlotte had yet to see anyone else with the tell tale golden eyes, but she was also confined in the back of the infirmary, a few too many deep scratches to be hunting down any remaining monsters. Yet… what really set them apart from the demigods? She could have easily almost killed someone yesterday and she wasn’t even one of the possessed. 

Staring down at her hands as if they were foreign to her, Charlotte only barely glanced up at the person approaching her. Were they going to reprimand her for covering an entire cabin in layers of thorns ? Well deserved. “ If you’re looking for a medic, two of them should be back from lunch in about ten minutes. ” 

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grayson had spent every second since his possession in his cabin, barred in his room while music blarred, the only interruption being his sibling’s occasional banging at his door to try to get him to turn it down. and he stayed there until there was no way he could allow himself to any more. and so grayson threw on a hoodie and some clean sweats, cleaned his face and dragged himself to the infirmary to get his hand checked out. his hand that was growing a distressing shade of red at this point, the burn mark glaring at him angrily.

❝ that’s dumb, but sure. no offense, but you look like shit, ❞ he said, all a bit too fast under his accent he was just too tired to hide. ❝ well, not you’re face, but like... your aura. one of my nanny’s taught me that shit when i was younger. you need to fix your zen, honey. ❞

[ardenmacintyre]

Arden had been helping some of the younger teens subdue one of the campers - the golden eyes were a sure sign of something wrong so she was careful not to injure the camper until she knew for sure what was going on - when someone slammed into her, knocking her off her feet onto the grass. Grimacing, the Hunter scrambled to her feet to face the other, her daggers in hand and her bow slung across her back. “Be careful! You could’ve knocked me out!”

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❝ thanks but no thanks for the advice, miss twilight sparkle ! ❞ this eidolon was not someone grayson would trying to interact with in daily life. he preferred people who stayed away from out-dated memes, and, frankly, he preferred people who were actually people. despite this, he remained silent in his own head. it was almost nice to have someone else take the wheel for just a moment or two. ❝ yeah, i know, goddamn ! that was the entire point, ‘ya feel ? ❞ the eidolon swung around to face arden, kicking it’s leg up at an angle for her side.

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denyxngfate:

Her look of interest quickly turns to confusion. Was she Amish? Abigail had made her origins no secret, or at least, that was what she assumed. Her refusal to believe the reason for the camp’s existence had surely made that more obvious? Either way, she nods, answering both questions. “I am Amish, you are correct. What is spiked?” 

He blinked owlishly in response, stopping still for a few moments before rolling his green eyes at her. “Okay, yeah, sure, Amish. Why not?” If this was her bit, he would try to be entertained. “Spiked... as in, like, alcoholic.” He couldn’t quite judge her for that one, it was more of a slang thing, and to be quite fair slang was a dialect.

[denyxngfate]

She’d been at camp for a few weeks now. Abigail had relaxed more to the idea and ideals of the camp, but she still found herself in an internal conflict. She attempted to shrug it off, wanting to enjoy the first dance she had ever been to in her life. Her outfit was typically Amish, showing anyone her heritage, but she was unashamed. She finds herself at the drinks table, frowning slightly. “Know you what this is?” 

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“Jesus Christ,” Grayson says. “What are you? Amish?” (The irony does not dawn on him.) He approaches the table with a half eye on her outfit, almost definitely judging. He himself is dressed in some rumpled suit found from the back of his closet. He does faintly remember where he had worn it: his own sixteenth birthday. Grayson moves over to the table with leisure, pouring himself punch. “Fuck if I know, miss, I just hope it’s awful spiked.” 

[ofmymuses]

Character Aesthetic  ➙ requested by anon ;; {  the kind soul }

being kind does not make me VULNERABLE 

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The Chariot

The Chariot: If you ruled the world, what would you change first?

“I’d make pineapple pizza illegal. And then I’d resign, I wouldn’t be a good world leader, I don’t think. I’m not even personally good at ruling my own life.”

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[fairytalesques]

you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.

sunlit lovers | m.j. (via fairytalesques)

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( &. HARRISON REID )

Harrison’s eyes widened as he heard Grayson’s comment about his name- he wasn’t used to being described as ‘cute’, usually people used something along the lines of odd or dorky- never cute. He kind of liked it- especially when it was coming from someone like Grayson. He found the other male to be attractive- on a physical and emotion level, and he was sure anyone who observed their interactions would be able to tell. “Oh it’s incredibly sexy,” he replied with a small, nervous laugh- while he felt more at ease around the other male his face still turned bright red when he used the word sexy. “That’s just sad,” he responded with a small sigh, he wasn’t sure what else to say- he felt pathetic would have been too harsh, because some campers did have fairly severe cases of dyslexia which would make spelling incredibly difficult. But- that shouldn’t be used as an excuse for not learning or trying, if he had learned to spell, and Grayson had learned to spell- certainly they too could learn how to spell. “Deleterious is not child’s play,” he commented with a roll of his eyes, as he leaned forward to hear the other’s response. However before he could finish- they were interrupted by a loud knock. “Good- I’m starving,” he answered with a small laugh- it was a ridiculous statement, because he clearly wasn’t starving but it was a phrase that he’d picked up since coming to camp. “The dunes would be lovely,” he said with a small smile as he looked down at his watch. It was already fairly late- which meant they would be there long enough to watch the sunset, something which excited Harrison. “Or we can just watch the sunset,” he said with a small laugh- something about watching horseplay just didn’t excite him but he wasn’t going to refuse to go there just because of that. Truthfully- he would have gone anywhere that Grayson suggested but he did enjoy the idea of the dunes. Smiling he made his way out of the cabin- heading towards the dunes. 

Grayson noticed Harrison’s change in demeanor quickly, it was his desired intent in the first place. To see what would happen if he said the right things. He almost felt bad about exploiting someone as puppy-ish as Harrison, who reminded the son of Hemera an awful lot of his own service dog, Anastasia (that he should bring with them to the beach, he thought, guys dig dogs). “Well, anything that connotates to you does eventually have the prospect of being sexy,” Grayson says it flippantly but measures his own words carefully. His green eyes remained downcast as he gathered all the thing he was bringing with them: napkins, utensils, a blanket, and the basket with the food. The only thing unaccounted for was the golden mutt. “Sad indeed,” distractedly, looking around the room for his dog as he listened with one ear to Harrison. “Says the boy who called Czechoslovakia easy...” he murmured, laughing quietly under his breath. Grayson bit his lip, staring off towards the other side of the cabin. He let out a sharp whistle and call, “Ana?” before she came bounding from under a blanket and towards the two boys. She yapped quickly in reply, dismissing Grayson as she went to stumble around Harrison’s ankles happily. “Would you mind if princess Anastasia joins? She needs an outing.” Plus, this was a certain deal breaker. Grayson considered himself one hundred percent above sleeping with people who didn’t like dogs. “Hmm,” he inhaled in a quick smoker’s breath, biting his lips and making avid eye contact with the other as he walked backward out of the cabin, “the sunset sounds nice, doesn’t it?” Without waiting for a reply, he turned and begun to walk straight beside him, full basket swinging beside him as he went. “Okay, okay, I have one that’s going to stump you, Intelligent Shirt. This is the final round, you win it, I’ll do whatever you want. Spell encephalon.”