the phantom

Tell me why? I have never been interested in being immortal. I loved reading, played chess, and was interested in numismatics. Please, Let me go. ... oh, the sunset is over, darling N

[anafawley-blog]

        Anastasia puckered her lips at Charlie’s reply, a list of unkind nouns and adjectives darted across her mind. She silenced them. “Okay. Fine. Sure. I’ll go tug this along here by myself, no biggie.” Heaving a great sigh, she began to pull the canoe from the sand to the water, glad that at least her training had given her the muscle to perform a task on her own. “You know, for future reference, this would have gone a lot faster if you’d helped.” Anastasia advised, as she settled the canoe a quarter of the way into the water. “But by all means, have me do all the work.”

[phxntompark-blog]

Nemesis couldn’t help but smirk as she watched the young demigod tug the canoe through the sand. Anastasia hadn’t even fought her on the subject. Weak. “You are the one who caused that mess the other day, aren’t you? It’s only fair to make you work a little harder than need be.” Nemesis mused, running a hand through Charlie’s hair. The wind was picking up, but only gradually. “Let’s do this quickly.” She nudged the canoe with Charlie’s foot, “I don’t think this thing will survive a storm.” Having already cast Charlie’s sandals to the side by the docks, Nemesis slowly edged her way into the water, motioning for Anastasia to do the same.

[spoilerbat]

           Angie was not really a fan of punching dummies since she saw absolutely no challenge in it but she loved working out, whipping sweat and all that and with her slightly sprained right ankle from slipping in climbing wall, it was the closest thing she had with working out. She was also aware that her stance and movement was awkward since she was only using her upper body at that moment. Feeling a presence behind her, she felt uncomfortable but since this was Angie, she didn’t let it show. Her punches might be giving it away just a little though. “I know,” she said, “my right hook is awesome. Just keep admiring it. From a distance, maybe?”

[phxntompark-blog]

“On the contrary,” Charlie replied, tone light and crisp, “I don’t think I can get the full effect without being close and personal with your right hook. Ignoring the minor bruising and, you know, everything.” He was joking, but there was a serious note to his musing. Charlie probably deserved a punch in the face. Or Nemesis did. But she was taking a mental vacation from the life of a teenage boy (really, he couldn’t blame her), so there he was. He was she and she was he. Charlie held a brief moment’s control over his otherwise pre-ordained fate as vessel to an immortal Goddess. It felt like a breath of fresh air. He was in an undeniably good mood.

[anafawley-blog]

   The sun hung low overhead, softened by a layer of clouds, mottling the Long Island Sound with lazy streams of crepuscular light. Anastasia held a canoe paddle in her right hand. She wished it was a pencil instead.

                              She wished she could sit in the middle of the sand with her sketchbook and trace the sunset in all of its lethargic brilliance. And yet, there she was, one hand clasped around the warn out handle of the canoe stick. Anastasia hated this, the water and all that lurked underneath. She tipped her chin back up, so that she could once again take in the sunset. This was what she loved about Camp Half-Blood. Not the threat of drowning, nor the fact that she had been forced to confront this fear. “Well,” she began, frowning, “can we get this over with, already?”

[phxntompark-blog]

 Nemesis hated whining. Of course, she hated plenty of things, but whining was among the very top of her very long list of things to despise. For reasons she could not comprehend, it was Charlie who had been chosen to help the girl with confronting her fear of water. Perhaps it was her son’s calm nature, his nurturing presence. Surely, Nemesis thought, they hadn’t known that she would be in control of this moment. That the last thing the girl would get, would be a guiding hand. “If you think that kind of attitude will make this any easier for you, you’re wrong.” Nemesis replied, Charlie’s calm voice cloaking her distaste. The canoe was already nestled in the sand, ready to be tugged out to the water. “You can bring this to the shore,” she told Anastasia, “I’ll supervise.”

[corneliagifs]

n e m e s i s ;

goddess of revenge and balance. daughter of nyx and erebus.

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