it might be for the best;

Odyssia Simmons, daughter of the Senator of Maryland, and the Greek goddess Hecate. 17 years old, diplomat in the making.

[odyssxamageia]

She’s f r a g i l e right now. Taking her first footsteps into camp since her kidnapping, Odyssia is quivering. Her skin is pale, she’s covered in cuts and bruises, and she doesn’t know what to do. Her breathing is ragged, and she turns back to wave goodbye to her father. His face is red with tears. She moves quickly back over to him, giving him one final hug, then stepping over the camp boundaries. “I’m back.” She says quietly.

[elofposeidon]

odyssxamageia:

“It’s called a chinchilla, it’s a lot like a mix between a mouse and a rabbit, with a longer, fluffier tail. They had one in my school class, but my dad never said I could have one because there wouldn’t have been anyone around enough to look after it.” She explains.

“Oh my word! They’re the cutest things.” El exclaimed, patting his pockets to be sure that he had all that he needed before they left to go to the city. “We can definitely stop by before going back to camp. Noodles first of course. Let’s go?”

[odyssxamageia]

Odyssia grins. “Of course!” She exclaims, the thought of food sounding more and more appetising. She’s felt so exhausted after the events in the armoury last night that she hadn’t had much to eat at breakfast that day. “How long does it take us to get in to the city?”

[odyssxamageia]

elofposeidon:

“Yeah, no worries. We can definitely go to all the stores you want to go to too. We’re going to the city and we wouldn’t want to waste that opportunity.” El said, fixing a strand of his hair before turning to Odyssia. “What kind of pet are you looking for?”

“It’s called a chinchilla, it’s a lot like a mix between a mouse and a rabbit, with a longer, fluffier tail. They had one in my school class, but my dad never said I could have one because there wouldn’t have been anyone around enough to look after it.” She explains.

[odyssxamageia]

noahtcmple:

He lets out a short chuckle, “It’s not as if I’m any easier. We make a nice pair.” he swallows, are they a pair now? What kind of pair? He doesn’t even notice the silence that follows his words as he keeps thinking about what exactly they are right now. This stuff always used to be so straight forward.

“That’s so cool. You should.” Noah beams. He has always loved the more magical gifts around camp. He wasn’t ungrateful for his, but being really talented at music wasn’t really as impressive in comparison. “You can’t?” he looked at Issy with a surprised expression. In his intoxicated state, he had to admit that Issy getting them out of here with magic hadn’t crossed his mind yet. But if that wasn’t an option.. They’d have to be here until sunrise probably. Most of camp was asleep right now. “Well that’s a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.” he muttered. He’d survive, but he didn’t want Issy to freeze. As he tried to think of something, anything to get them out of here, he confronted with his excessive alcohol intake, shaking his head slightly. “I’m sorry I’m not much use to you right now.”

She bites her lip nervously, the excitement beginning to fizzle out of the situation as Odyssia realises that it’s going to be a long, cold night. Noah was warmer than any person she’d ever been this close to (not that there were many), but she knew that even his warmth wouldn’t be enough to stop her from getting a mild case of hypothermia. “Why isn’t this place insulated?” She muses out loud, but as he begins to talk about the alcohol still in his system, she perks up. “I know what to do.” A smirk is located on her face, as this isn’t the first time she’s used this trick on him.  “O vinum Deus, adiuva nos effugeret per remotionem compositionis ratio in inebriant.” She whispers, a light glow of blue and pink coming off of her hands as she speaks. 

The effect is instant. Her vision blurs instantly, and she suddenly feels much warmer. “Get us out of here, before I throw up.” She mumbles, feeling her stomach churning.

[odyssxamageia]

She approaches the Poseidon cabin with a grin. The other day she’d had so much fun with El, watching Netflix and just generally relaxing. Odyssia couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been able to enjoy herself and actually felt at home. While she wasn’t always the biggest fan of her empty home, she’d felt that she belonged there more than she did here, but this time around, the longer she stayed, the more the opposite felt true. She’d never felt welcome at camp her first time, always like an outsider, which was part of the reason why she had put off returning for so long. Maybe it was just that she needed time. Knocking on the door, then bites her lip, excited for what the day will bring. @elofposeidon

[elofposeidon]

El was getting ready for the trip to the city, already excited to get out of camp. He was genuinely surprised when Issy had accepted his offer of noodles. Now that the cold was slowly disappearing and the weather was changing, he looked forward to being in the city again. Just as he was fixing his hair, he heard a knock on the door. “Hey, the door’s open! You can come in!”

[odyssxamageia]

She opens the door sheepishly, peering round the corner. Once she sees El, knowing it’s safe, she shuts the door swiftly and walks to join him. “I’m so excited about this, I kind of want to look in a pet shop, if you don’t mind?” Odyssia questions, biting her lip. “I’ve been thinking about getting something I’ve wanted since I was a kid. Now seems like the perfect time.” She explains.

[odyssxamageia]

Date: 14/11/2006

Image: link

Age of Odyssia: 6 years old

Christmas was approaching, and the young girl couldn’t be more thrilled by the prospect. It was no secret that this was Odyssia’s favourite holiday, and as she bursts into the house, out of the rain, she begins to bounce up and down with excitement. Droplets of water sprinkle everywhere. “Nanny Agatha, how many days till Christmas?” The older woman began laugh softly at the girl’s enthusiasm as she follows her through the door.

“41 days, my dear. A month and a bit to go.” She announces, placing an arm on the six year old’s sodden shoulder. “And then you and your Daddy will have time off from school and work. Won’t that be fun?” Odyssia nods, still bouncing despite the fact that she’s stopped moving around the room.

“Will you be here too, Nanny Agatha?”

“No, no my child. I have my own family I’ll be spending Christmas with.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide her disappointment, but it’s harder than she anticipated it would be, and Odyssia is an awful liar. “I’ll miss you. It feels weird just having Daddy.” She mumbles quietly, her bouncing stopping now. She breaks out of her nanny’s grasp, and begins to walk towards the kitchen, where her carrot sticks await her. She leaves a trail of muddy footprints behind her.

“Don’t fret, I’ll come back in the new year. Won’t it be exciting having your Daddy all to himself without any work?” The young girl shrugs, indifferent about spending so much time with her own father. She’d become so accustomed to just being a part of the furniture, not existing until it was time for him to put her to bed. The idea of just the two of them, with no work, was a foreign one. He always had things he had to be doing.

“I guess.”

It just so happened that the 14th of November was the day Mark had decided to take off to surprise his daughter. He walks into the kitchen, not noticed by his child, and when he hears her words, he vows he’ll make more of an effort, completely earnestly too.

It’s just a shame that sometimes, even the purest of intentions fail.

[odyssxamageia]

She approaches the Poseidon cabin with a grin. The other day she’d had so much fun with El, watching Netflix and just generally relaxing. Odyssia couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been able to enjoy herself and actually felt at home. While she wasn’t always the biggest fan of her empty home, she’d felt that she belonged there more than she did here, but this time around, the longer she stayed, the more the opposite felt true. She’d never felt welcome at camp her first time, always like an outsider, which was part of the reason why she had put off returning for so long. Maybe it was just that she needed time. Knocking on the door, then bites her lip, excited for what the day will bring. @elofposeidon

[iliad-gossip]

Memeday Meme #2

Romantic-Cliche Questions by @genderh20.

If you will be taking part in this meme, please reblog and tag all of your muses. If you reblog, you MUST send at least one meme to each person who has reblogged it before and after you. You don’t have to send one to every muse, but you must send something to every mun participating.

Please tag all posts as #ilimemeday.

Keep reading

[odyssxamageia]

@odyssxamageia @sorrxwful @fiendxsh

[iliad-gossip]

Memeday Meme #1

Ice Cream Asks by @nodsoft.

If you will be taking part in this meme, please reblog and tag all of your muses. If you reblog, you MUST send at least one meme to each person who has reblogged it before and after you. You don’t have to send one to every muse, but you must send something to every mun participating.

Please tag all posts as #ilimemeday.

Keep reading

[odyssxamageia]

@odyssxamageia @sorrxwful @fiendxsh

[odyssxamageia]

Love

She’s blushing fiercely, not knowing what to say. The answer is yes, but she still doesn’t know what to say about it. It’s still so new. She bites her lip, shrugging. “I think so.”

@noahtcmple​

[odyssxamageia]

DNA meme #3

Odyssia’s home life was.. different. Her earliest memory is a nanny looking after her every whim, but what she always craved was attention from her father, who was too busy working to give her much attention. When she turned 12, she would spend days at a time on her own after school, only spending time with her dad on the occasional weekend when he wasn’t busy in Maryland. 

[iliad-gossip]

Memeday Meme #3

Questions for Muses by @sheriff–cait.

If you will be taking part in this meme, please reblog and tag your muses.

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

Please tag all posts as #ilimemeday.

[odyssxamageia]

@odyssxamageia

@sorrxwful

@fiendxsh

[iliad-gossip]

Memeday Meme #2

Unusual Asks by @luxet.

If you will be taking part in this meme, please reblog and tag your muses.

Send a number from 1 - 100.

Keep reading

[odyssxamageia]

@odyssxamageia

@sorrxwful

@fiendxsh

[iliad-gossip]

Memeday Meme #1

Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters, created by @memeasaurus-promptus.

If you will be taking part in this meme, please reblog and tag your muses.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“What? Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing…”

“…What was I doing?”

“What are you doing?”

“Did you see that? No?”

“I haven’t slept in almost __ days.”

“You look absolutely terrible.”

“I’m so exhausted I don’t feel tired anymore.”

“I don’t think I can stand up without things spinning.”

“You need to go to bed.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“…What?”

Please ensure to tag all posts with #ilimemeday.

[odyssxamageia]

@odyssxamageia

@sorrxwful

@fiendxsh

[odyssxamageia]

noahtcmple:

“Hey..” he mutters quietly as she starts crying again, a soft grin forming on his face. “Was I that bad?” he jokes, it’s his way of coping and he also wants to cheer her up. He is relieved to see her trying to suppress a grin herself, at least she wasn’t as sad as she was before, and that’s good. He doesn’t want her to be sad, especially not because of him.

“Okay, thank the gods.” he makes a gesture like wiping sweat from his forehead, “You really kept up the suspense there.” he muses, just happy that finally she believes him. A conversation he had with his best friend Livi crosses his mind. She’d told him to fix things by doing something stupid, he guesses she had been right. Odyssia finally really smiles and he mirrors her expression, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then both her cheeks. Now that he can show that kind of affection, he doesn’t really want to ever stop.

She catches his lips again, and he can’t stop smiling, making it a messy kiss but he doesn’t mind. It takes a while before they break apart again, and he pulls her closer when they do, wrapping his arms around her again. “Is it just me or is it getting cold in here?” he asks. He had kind of stopped noticing since they’d sat down, too occupied with other business. But now it was starting to seep in again, the night cooling everything around them down. Noah never really got cold easily, unless he was submerged in cold water or something like that, but even he was starting to feel chilly, he could imagine it was worse for Odyssia, being a daughter of.. “Hecate. I can’t believe you made me guess like that. Explains a lot though, you’d disappear whenever I tried to see which cabin was yours…” he rambles, his drunkenness even more present now that things were calming down. “Not that I did that.. often or anything.” he continues, realising it might make him sound like a stalker otherwise.

She nods, enjoying having his arms around her once again as she begins to feel the cold. “I felt a lot warmer about five seconds ago, I’ll admit.” She says, shivering again. Odyssia was often more susceptible to the cold than some of the other campers, she noticed. Especially campers with parents who were associated with warmth. She noticed that right now, it was almost as if Noah got warmer the colder it got in the room. Maybe it was just how close she was to him right now that made her think that.

“Hey, I’m not an easy person to be friends with.” She tells him, and then it hits her. What are they now? Are they still ‘friends’, or are they something more? She hopes it’s the latter. Odyssia frowns in thought, then realises that she’s not said anything in a while. “I’m probably going to start using my magic more around you now that you know. I have been for a while without you noticing, actually.” She recalls the night at the party, when she’d healed her leg, the whole drunken debacle that led to her getting herself hurt in the first place. “I just wish I could use it to get out of here.”

[odyssxamageia]

jaesonofpsyche:

Jae watched her, her realization making him laugh out loud. It wasn’t a secret that people talked about Zeus in a joking ( sometimes not ) tone. Hell, the god was probably used to these campers by now. “Don’t worry, I don’t think he’ll strike you down anytime soon.” He winked at her. “I’m pretty sure if he does, he’ll have to light the whole camp on fire for how much everyone has talked about him. Of course not! Next time you’re stuck in a thunderstorm, call me! I’ll come running out there with you!”

She smiles. He does have a point. Not everyone was as kind as they probably should be when talking about the Lord of the Sky, but Issy could’ve sworn that it was his own children who spoke the worst of him. A smirk forms on her face. “What’s your name again? I’m really sorry, I’m crap with names.”

[odyssxamageia]

elofposeidon:

“Nothing wrong with that at all.” El said and opened the door to the Poseidon cabin, letting her walk in first. “Do you want any snacks?”

“Do you have any Doritos?” She asks, following after him. “What drinks do you have?”