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Penny Fox | 17 | Hades "she was free in her wilderness. she was a w a n d e r e s s, a drop of free water. she belonged to no man and to no c i t y."

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“At some point it will no longer hold up, your essence will fade away. You become what you thought you were pretending to be.” It hadn’t happened to her, but she’d watched it happen to dozens of girls around her. They pretended that they were proud and simple until that’s all that was left, wisps of the bright girls who could have had the world. “And what’s the fun in changing every minute, living with consequences is what gives life its risk.”

“Oh, but that’s the challenge,” she states, sitting up straighter, looking at Margot fully, vibrant green eyes meeting the brunette’s. “Not losing yourself along the way, even though sometimes it’s for the best,” she says, tilting her head some at Margot’s next words and shrugging slightly. “I suppose if that’s your kind of fun. I personally like a mix of both, keep things a guessing game for other people.”

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“Paradise.” She gave a little laugh. Camp wasn’t bad, but she didn’t consider it amazing and she was sure that Penny didn’t either. “Everyone is something all the time, even relaxed you’re still Penny. And there are some people who like to be one thing for more than a few minutes. There’s Sophia, the girl who always spends time at the horse stables? She’s the horse girl.” She watched Penny sprinkled the grass, wanting to feel the tug of the roots sliding out of the dirt. It was always an interesting sensation, but she didn’t want to copy Penny. “Sometimes you can’t just change with your emotions.”

Penny hummed as she listened to the girl, smiling to herself. “The horse girl? I’m sure my darling sister would love that,” she murmurs, though it wasn’t sarcastically. Sophia, while ready to defend herself and her family at a moment’s notice, was far, far too sweet. Before her, Penny had never encountered someone so genuinely kind. It brought her hope while simultaneously making her feel ill. Penny had always had trouble not corrupting good and pretty things. “Oh, but you can, at least on the outside,” she tells her, pushing her heart shaped glasses up onto her head. “I mean on the inside of course your essence remains the same, but on the outside? Well, you could very well choose to live your life as a human chameleon. Changing yourself from one minute to the next.”

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“I’ve been here for a little while, but this is my first summer. Still learning all the little tricks around here.” She noticed that Penny was relaxed but she sat up straight. “So you’re mostly a philosopher, what are you the rest of the time?”

“Well then, welcome to paradise,” Penny says, fake, bright smile spreading her cotton candy pink lips. Penny’s composure didn’t change as Margot stood up straighter, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as painted nails dug into the grass, tugging it from the root. “Is anyone really a specific thing all the time?” She tugs the grass up, letting it sprinkle back down onto the ground. “Right now I’m relaxed. Who knows what I’ll be a few minutes from now.”

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“Margot Anderson, Hermes.” She thought about not shaking Penny’s hand for a moment, normally when meeting people she just gave a curt nod, but she decided against a brush off immediately and gingerly shook the other girl’s hand. “The grass is always greener isn’t it, what an inescapable idea. Are you always this much of a philosopher?”

“Hermes? Fun,” she hums, pulling her hand back after the girl shook it, smiling some at her question. “Only when philosophical thoughts pop into my head. So, not always, but most times,” she says, leaning on her elbows once more. “How long have you been here?”

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“Why bother worrying about who you missed, maybe you weren’t meant to ever meet them.” Margot had been quietly laying down in the grass, eyes closed but when the other girl spoke she sat up on her elbows. “Sometimes it’s hard enough to get on with the people you have met.”

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Penny simply shrugs, looking up towards the sky, blue and white just as every day. Never a storm cloud, never gray. “Well when it’s hard getting along with the people you’ve met, it’s only reasonable to daydream about what could have been. Then again, there’s that whole ‘grass is always greener’ saying. You could meet the person you’ve never met and wish you’d never met them. It’s the paradox of life,” she hums, sliding her cat eye sunglasses over her eyes. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Penny Fox, Hades,” she murmurs, holding a delicate hand out towards the brunette.

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“Do you ever think about the people you’ve never met? Like, when you step too early into a shop or walk out just a few seconds too late,” Penny rambles, leaning back on her hands and stretching her legs in the grass before crossing one ankle over the other. “I do sometimes. It’s weird cause sometimes I miss them. Like you never know what they could’ve been to you if you hadn’t decided to turn right instead of moving straight ahead.”

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Minnah frowns, letting out a soft little whine before she stands up quickly, making her standing a few inches higher than her best friend, her fingers lacing through Penny’s. “I can just make you a little bubble of air again,” Minnah suggests, turning to stand in front of Penny, taking her other hand and lacing their fingers again, “This time I promise it wont pop! I’ve been practicing at it, i’ve totally mastered it now.”

Penny sighed as Minnah stood, the shorter blonde tilting her head back to look up at her amazonian friend. She squeezes her fingers, cool from the ocean’s water, before letting out another deep sigh. “You know, you being willing to risk my life makes me question this friendship,” she teases, before a smile forms on her lips. “It also makes me admire you a little bit, it’s a confusing feeling really,” she continues, rolling her eyes playfully at Minnah’s pout. “Fine, fine. But you’re in charge of hiding the ambrosia when they clean out my room after I die.”

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Sophia entered the Hades cabin after Penny, closing the front door behind her. She looked around the cabin while walking to where her sister set down the bottles of nectar, and she made note of tidying up the place before they left for dinner. Their brother was nowhere to be seen, and Sophia assumed he was working on his chores despite that the day was coming to a close soon. As Penny was talking about changing out of her clothes, Sophia mindlessly nodded and sat down on one of the unoccupied bunk beds. After her sister had left to change, she stared down at the cookie jar in her hands while deep in thought. I really hope no one tries to look for this. I should probably put it back later once I’m done. Maybe add an apology note in there too. As if that’s going to fix anything, she thought. Sophia turned the cookie jar around at different angles, searching for the owner’s identity. However, she concluded that if someone was trying to hide this and not get into trouble, they wouldn’t be careless enough to leave a name.

Penny rejoined her in the main room of the cabin and joked about their recent actions. Sophia placed the cookie jar next to the bottle of nectar, and she shook her head as her initial response. “Neither. I mean, I know what we just did was questionable and all. I’m actually more curious about who owns the cookies.” Sophia knew for certain that the owner was a camper since most of the camp staff members kept their snacks in the Big House. Plus, many campers have gone in and out of the kitchens everyday to prepare the meals which would allow someone sneaky the time and place to bake cookies. There may have been actually more people involved as there were several kitchen helpers working on the meals at a time. However, those people were not sly enough to hide their little operation. She could only imagine what would happen to the campers if they were caught by someone else that wasn’t her. Shrugging, Sophia reached for the jar to lift the lid and set it off to the side. “Whoever it was, they better be good at baking.” She grabbed one of the sugar cookies inside the jar and took a small, hesitant bite. The cookie was soft and chewy as she slowly ate it as if the cookie was baked not too long ago. Sophia concluded before taking another bite, “Not bad.”

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PENNY FOX AESTHETICS | cecilyderosa

“You know what they say about the crazy ones; clever as the devil and twice as pretty.”

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                       Cecily’s eyes travelled between the lip-stick coated cigarette dangling from Penny’s teeth and the firm flesh of her thighs clasped tightly around the bottle. The sorceress’ teeth sunk into her lower lip, the plump skin puckering around her pearly white as she drew her eyes away, chest tightening slightly. She took the opportunity of inhaling from her cigarette to catch her breath, her breathing shallow as she dropped her head down next to the girl’s thigh. “We’re all fallen angels. Or else, we wouldn’t be here. Snakes among the grass. Wolves disguised as sheep. Sinners, all of us. And yet, isn’t it a beautiful thought?” Her eyes met Penny’s, smiling up at her from her splayed position, a tittering laugh fluttering from her crimson lips.

                       Cecily didn’t reach for the bottle, knowing that lying down she’d likely tip it over herself. Instead, the blonde beauty merely removed the cigarette from her mouth, lips parting for Penny to pour in the wine, the notion feeling somewhat erotic. Everything about Penny felt erotic. Cecily knew it was wrong – Penny was her new friend, and if her mind continued the way it was spiralling, she could hinder that friendship. Yet at the same time the young temptress couldn’t get the image of Penny’s thighs out of her mind, skirt rising slightly as she clenched the bottle, a brief flash of underwear. Her own thighs were clenching in response to extinguish the heat rising between her legs. “I’m a sucker for wine. It’s a drink of beauty, and a drink of lowered inhibitions, and I love the things it does to my body and soul.” Without thinking, Cecily turned he head, her lips pressing a soft, but lingeing, kiss to Penny’s thigh. Impulsive, foolish, reckless; yet somehow worth it. “To new friendships.”

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                      Cecily’s words brought upon a Mad Hatter grin and a manic, girlish giggle from the blonde’s lips. It truly was a beautiful thought, the fact that none of them, even the most righteous, could say they’ve never committed a sin. Most didn’t seem to want to accept that, they ignored the allure and darkness of it, while Penny chose to dive headfirst into it, accepting that she was just as Cecily said, a wolf disguised as a sheep, lethal claws painted bubblegum pink and pointed teeth hidden behind the jovial smile of wine red coated lips. “It truly is a wonderful thought,” she hums, finger catching closest unruly curl, twisting and tugging it gently. “How we’re all so capable of so much, yet so many of us refuse to use our gifts to our advantage out of fear of exposing yourself as a wolf,” she murmurs, getting lost in her thoughts until she realized Cecily had yet to take the bottle, looking down to see the freckled sorceress parting her lips for the bottle.

                      Penny giggles, leaning forward slightly and carefully tipping the bottle so a thin stream of strawberry wine dripped down into Cecily’s mouth. When she pulls it back, a crimson drop lands against the corner of her lip, sliding down her skin until Penny stopped the trail with her finger, wiping away the wetness and bringing her finger up to her lips, licking it off with a playful wink to her new friend. She listens to her describe her feelings about wine, a soft smile playing at her lips, growing wider when she feels the witch’s lips against the soft skin of her thigh, Penny bringing her finger down to trace down the bridge of Cecily’s nose and the cupid’s bow of her lips. “To new friendships,” she agrees in a soft tone before she gives Cecily a grin, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “And all that comes with them,” she teases, tapping her nose before sitting up once more, lifting her nearly forgotten cigarette to her lips and taking a drag.

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