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aurora rori benson nineteen, daughter of ares, cabin 5 ❝ courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. ❞

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madelainextimmerman:

“What? I’m hungry. Don’t judge me.”

“No judgement here. Food is the best.”

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jacquelinexhenderson:

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“See? I’m right. You need a break. You can barely hear what I’m saying to you.”

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kcnncdyadams:

“Come on! You have to have a favorite kind of potato. It’s like law.”

“I love food so much having me choose anything is like picking a favorite child,” Rori insisted. “Although I am partial to mashed.”

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christianohare:

Christian is sitting high up in a tree, taking photos with his camera. He nearly falls when he is startled by someone screaming to him. “Gods, don’t you know not to startle someone high off the ground?”

“Sorry,” Rori piped up, obviously embarrassed at her own outburst. “You’re not hurt, are you? I um... I got startled by something flying into my face and I couldn’t help but scream. It wasn’t at you I promise.”

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emilicscnticgo:

“Oh my gods! I cannot believe you just did that!”

“Oh no! I didn’t think it’d hit you in the face! Are you okay?”

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viclabaker:

“When you break something, you’re the one who has to go ask someone to fix it, not me.”

“I may be a chronic klutz but at least my best friend is a daughter of Hephaestus. She’s never bored with me around.”

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scphiacromwell:

“I was listening to One Direction, so whatever you need to say has got to be good for you to do that to me,” Sophia replied after her earbud was taken from her ear.

“One Direction? Haven’t they been broken up since like forever?”

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wesleybarns:

Wesley watched as she sat down, an eyebrow raising curiously. Reaching out, he pulled one of the marshmallows off the stick she offered, nodding as he plopped it into his mouth in one go. It took him a brief moment to chew and swallow, and even with the marshmallow still in his mouth, he muttered, “Thank you.” Swallowing the rest down, he pressed his hand to his mouth and blushed slightly. “Thanks.” He repeated.

“It’s no big deal,” she insisted with a soft shrug of her shoulders, taking one of the marshmallows for herself. Rori kept the stick between them if he wanted to grab another. “Don’t worry if these run out,” she added, “I can always get some more.”

“So why are you sitting here by yourself? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to of course.”

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“Out of marshmallows?” Rori echoed dramatically, obviously upset by the news. “That’s got to be some sort of sick joke. It’s just a sick joke, right?”

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thaxtcns:

Azalea stood alone by the snacks table and slipped another tiny pretzel into her mouth. She looked around, mostly watching the other campers at the spring bonfire. She ate the last pretzel in her hand and had to admit she was getting thirsty. Her eyes found their way over to the bowl of punch and she began debating on pouring herself a drink or not. “—Will you taste the punch for me and tell me if it’s spiked or not?” She asked the person who had walked up next to her with all of her usual politeness and sweet soft voice.

“It’s most likely spiked,” Rori chuckled in response to the other girl’s request. “The only thing non-alcoholic around here you can get is water -- and sometimes that can be deceiving. Want me to stop by the kitchens by the Mess Hall and grab something safe for you?”

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wesleybarns:

Wesley sat away from everyone, not really in the mood to hang out with a large crowd. He had gotten a letter from his mother a few days before, talking about his new stepfather and their recent trip out of the country, and it had unsettled him, leaving his mood darkened. He took a sip from a cup, swallowing it and wincing over the amount of liquor he had accidentally poured into the concoction. “I’d take your company elsewhere if I were you,” he muttered, looking up at his company as a shadow covered the bonfire’s glow on the ground in front of him. 

“Well you’re not me,” Rori replied back with a stubborn shrug, plopping down and taking a sip from her own cup. “Do you want a marshmallow?” she offered, her other hand holding a stick with several marshmallows on it. Rori wasn’t the best at comforting people, but food always seemed to help her so she tried to use it to break the ice. Perhaps all Wesley needed was some lighthearted conversation.

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