forgive &amp; forget

“Sometimes I wonder that you’re ever too honest. Do you really ever hold anything back? Yeah, thanks. That really soothes my worries. At least Peter won’t accidentally kill her. Now we can truly rejoice.” He sighed deeply, hands still covering his shame and his body slowly curling up into itself. “That sounds like her,” he snorted, trying to focus on the topic change, “Although it really doesn’t make much sense. They’re practical, you know, even if the ones Charlie picks are a little… something else. But you’re right, it would definitely break her heart. You’re better off stashing it somewhere in the depths of your closet. At least that way, she won’t cry.” He glanced at Ginny for a moment, pulling his hands from his face as it settled into a hard frown. “Stable… I think so. As much as I usually am, I mean, which really isn’t saying much. I still don’t have anything under control and she’s– I hate her, you know. I mean hate her, hate her. And it’s probably stupid to still even care but it’s not something I can just get over. I don’t think I ever will.”

#c:jacob #ooh okay u should sleep more

“Oh, I’m sorry I don’t lie to you. Would you like me to start? Peter is practically harmless. Chill the fuck out. You and no feelings, no worries Jacob need to like meet in the middle on this one.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling with a sigh. “They’re not cute looking, though. Very practical, but very not cute. Very not something Cristina would approve on anyone living under the same roof as her. I’ll stash them deep into the abyss that is my closet and call it a day.” She nodded thoughtfully. “That’s alright. You can hate her all you want. No one can tell you not to. I’ll fight them if they try to make you feel bad about it.” She smiled serenely. “I’ll even fight her if you want me to, if that helps.”

“It’s almost here. I can practically smell the cookies.”

#starterhb #probably throwing tinsel over everything #good bye i hate myself i logged in just to do this bc i remembered christmas nut

heir-of-solitude:

“You know what? Fair enough.” And as the mature adult he was, he made a face in return as her brows lifted, a huff noting his irritation. “Liars aren’t nice, Virginia. That doesn’t make sense. Anyway, I already accidentally promised to be okay with it. I’m just waiting for his inevitable disgrace.” Although he doubted that was her intention, he felt a twinge of guilt, opening and closing his mouth in silence as he searched for something, anything, to say. “Personal like, I was a virgin before I met her,” he spat out, instead of what he’d hoped would have been a reasonable explanation. He pulled his arms up to cover his face, immediately groaning into his hands. “I meant– That’s not– What did you say? Something about turtlenecks? Let’s- Let’s forget I even tried to mention anything at all and talk about that. Wait, why does Cristina hate turtlenecks?”

“Oh, please. I don’t lie to you and you know it. At least, not often. I do, however, tell you when you’re being immature. Think of it this way. It could be worse. She could be on crack. She could be dating some mafia boss’s kid. At least it’s Peter. He’s mostly harmless.” Her eyes widened and she found herself at a loss for words, not sure how she could respond, or if she even should. “Um ... I, uh ... Right. That’s, uh, that’s a thing.” She reached over, planning to pat his shoulder or something, but stopped midway, putting her hand back in her lap. “Turtlenecks. Right, she just ... doesn’t like them? She wants me to burn the one Charlie got me. Which, you know, Charlie would get all sad and puppy dog eyes on me and I can’t cope with that, so no, but ...” She paused, “Are you okay? I know you’re shocked and mentally unprepared or whatever, but I mean are you, well, stable? Like, this girl isn’t going to fuck anything up is she?”

#c:jacob #didnt look at the tags on this oosp ?? ?

cristinasharper:

And what were you just saying about rage tizzies and you not being at all acquainted? But alright, not even I could take away the beautiful boots from you. This isn’t a personal attack on you, just turtle necks everywhere. Unless you’re trying to recreate a bank robbery– a poor one at that– they’re a no. I knew I could count on you. Oh well, stab me some place non fatal and then after the initial shock I’ll decide whether or not to have it be the end or change my mind. Ginny, you would fight your way out of a paper bag if you could. It’s what I find most bearable about you.

I am not -- I am perfectly calm. I’m totally fine. And I appreciate you not taking my boots away. I’m quite proud of them, actually. That’s fair. Don’t let any of the Dionysus nerds hear you say that, though. Okay, that’s fine. I can just like, gently stab you in the leg or something. That’s nonfatal. Well, yeah! Who would put me in a paper bag? I’m too cute for that. I need to get out to give them a piece of my mind.

#c:cristina #true tho they're presh #i love cristina she's so adorbs and fighty tho

“Yes, yes, and I swear you can lecture me about that particular mess any other day.” At least she hadn’t smacked him yet, and he appreciated her restraint, but he had to wonder how long it would last. “Peter’s been sneaking around with Charlotte behind my back for some kind of tryst,” he sneered, rolling his eyes, “There’s nothing I can really do about it, but Peter is, of course, a dead man walking.” He chuckled dryly, raising a brow. “She can’t have both? I- Yeah. Thanks. I’ve really only ever told Charlotte and it’s… personal. Not to mention embarrassing beyond degrees. But anyway, no more near murders. I promise. Besides, it can’t be long here before Cristina probably rats me out.”

“Alright. I’ll give you a few days to settle before I start yelling. Maybe a week.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, instead just making a face at him. “Charlie’s a big girl, let them do them.” She rose her eyebrows, her lips twitching. “Besides, Peter’s nice. No need to kill him, gods,” she added. She frowned, more out of concentration than displeasure. “Too personal to tell me? Damn. Yeah, chill here as long as Cristina allows. Avoid mentioning turtlenecks or she may have a heart attack. And I will hold you to that promise about no more near murders.”

#c:jacob #lily noooo

He paused for a second, wondering how much to tell in the first go. “If one is nothing at all and ten is actually killing a man, then I’d call it an eight and a half. Nine, at the most.” There had to be a better way to explain, but he had priorities. “Peter? I’m sure he’d like that,” he scoffed, “He’s lucky I haven’t killed him yet. No, this isn’t…” He stared at his own drumming fingers, frowning heavily. “I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone more. But I didn’t think I’d see her again. Not here, at least.”

#c:jacob #lily nooo #pls nap

"A nine?” Her voice rose in pitch, bordering on shrill. “A nine is, like, practically killing someone!” She forced herself to stop talking. She could come back to those issues later. “I’m calm, I’m not yelling, it’s good.” She frowned. “Why would you kill Peter? What’s he done? Why did I miss everything?” she asked, sighing. “So it’s a girl. We’re getting somewhere. Is she just, like, a complete dick or did she do something? Wait, not my business. You can stay, so long as there aren’t any more near murders.”

Christmas cards, better Fall attire… Yes, you’re very deserving of a lot of things, my dearest. Well, I do suppose you have a point there. Although I’m sure there would be some sort of irony or at the very least, good old laugh at all the trouble they went through to conceal camp, just to be outwitted by Google. No I won’t and if I ever do just stab me right in the heart, I’m an impostor. Ginny, see this is why I’m here. As your older, wiser, technical godly-aunt, I’m here to tell you that if and when you work yourself up into a little rage tizzy, you’re going to find it very difficult to breath with the neck of that turtleneck constricting you. You could choke.

#c:cristina #fuck i know #like they could let me live #but they don't #why don't they

Hey, I have some pretty cute scarves. And my boots are beautiful. That would be pretty silly, the gods foiled by google. It’d be pretty great, though. Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Stab you if you are caught in a turtleneck. Sounds like a great plan. What if you have a sudden change of heart, though? I do not work myself up into little rage tizzies, so I totally won’t choke.

He rolled his own eyes in turn, tossing the pillow in her general direction. “If I must,” he ceded, pulling his legs up under him after being needlessly pushed aside like dirty laundry. His smile immediately vanished, lips pulled into a tight line as he drummed his fingers nervously against his leg, looking for a way to explain himself. “About that,” he started, a sigh following quietly, “I’m not hiding from murder. No worries there, although, um. There were a few… questionable actions that we can discuss later, when I’m not trying to hide out from other horrors altogether. We can leave what I’ve fucked up on the back burner until the devil spawn is gone for good, if you please.”

She raised her eyebrows suspiciously. “What kind of questionable things?” she pressed. “You can be as vague as you like, I don’t care, but, like, give me an idea of how bad. Scale of one to ten.” Rubbing her hands over her face, she backtracked and thought about what he said. “Devil spawn? What the hell is going on? Are you hiding from Peter?”

#c:jacob

You… Are alright. I wouldn’t kick you off the Christmas card list. The cameras of life. Google Earth, always taking pics. You never know when you’re going to be quoted back in some god awful situation and made out to be the bad guy. I’m sure she means something but it’s certainly not well. Uh huh. Fine. But know this plan makes me very uncomfortable given the physical distance between our closets.

#c:cristina #it's just unfair but shes presh

Damn straight you wouldn’t. I am so deserving of Christmas cards. Google Earth can’t actually take pictures of camp, can it? Doesn’t that sort of defeat the purpose of having a secret camp for demigods? Please, you won’t accidentally wear a turtleneck and they won’t hurt you.

brittrobertsonnews-deactivated2

#**#charlie #look how precious

coopersonofathena

“Sounds rough….how did you survive?”

“Easy. I’m brilliant. And also maybe a figment of your imagination. Who knows?”

#c:cooper

It comes from a place of love, mostly. At least it possibly does with you, I don’t want to make any commitments on camera. Besides, as long as you leave those Christmas turtle necks Charlotte Evans got you in the ‘burn later’ pile, our issues will be minimum.

#c:cristina #vanessa is the blessing tho lbh

You know you love me. Wait, what cameras? Oh, come on. She means well. I can just keep them in my closet for a bit and toss them in a year when she doesn’t remember she got me them.

coopersonofathena

“I’m finally out of the infirmary, what have I missed?”

“Uh, zombie apocalypse. Everyone’s dead.”

#c:cooper

“Lock your windows, is all I can say.” He shrugged, turning slightly so he could watch her face for any reaction. “Mm, you’re right, who would ever think such a thing,” he drawled, shoulders relaxing at the quip, “You did. I’d do it again, of course, but there were… issues. Ah, um. Good. Yes. I’m glad. Because I may need to hide out in here indefinitely. Possibly forever.”

She rolled her eyes, not deigning to answer. “Idiots, obviously. I would never do that, not in a million years,” she said cheerfully, ignoring the parts she didn’t like. Ginny stared at him skeptically. “Fine, you can stay. If you give me my pillow back.” She shoved his legs out of the way so she could sit down. “But if you murdered someone, I really need to know. Letting you hide out is one thing, but if I have to cover for a murder, I can’t. I’ll crack under the pressure, Jacob, you know I will.”

#c:jacob

Ooh who is that looking super cute today?

Oh, it’s just me. Again. You’d think by this point I wouldn’t be so surprised by the answer to this question and yet. Here we all are.

But hey, I have full faith that one of these days the answer is not going to be ‘me’. Just kidding but it’s nice to have dreams. I encourage you all to have dreams, and higher standards. And to love yourselves. And to quit dressing like your personal stylist is a blind Sunday school teacher, thank you.

#c:cristina #i made that gif aw #this is crap but weeee

Gods, Cristina. Tell me what you really think.

“Whatever happened to the sanctity of finders-keepers? The world is coming to shambles. But fine, I’ll drop it. For now.” He sighed dramatically, eyeing the wall that was definitely not in Ginny’s direction with steady interest. “So. If I… If I let you go on about how you ‘told me so’, can we still…” Jake made a vague motion with hands, “Can we be, you know, normal? Or however close we usually get to that, of course.”