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Halloween Morning; me, Celine @celinaxlarose

Because of a four minute difference, Nic has always been the baby brother. No matter how many times he tells Donna that four damn minutes do not justify her imperious attitude, she never lets him forget it--never really lets herself forget it, either. They take care of each other, sure, but Donna-- Donna does so with more commands, more verdicts and advice than support. But now, Nic’s an older brother, and despite the virulent hatred he still harbors for most having to do with the gods, he’s really starting to love his little siblings.

Maybe not so much when they wake him up bright and early on Halloween, but staying mad at a group of really young kids is a feat he doesn’t have the willpower to accomplish. Especially when they’re all begging for help with their Halloween costumes. Pulling himself out of bed wasn’t easy, but for a bunch of tiny goblins? He’ll do it.

A warm lump shifts from between his shoulder blades as Bird flies to the top bunk. She looks down at the curious faces with disdain, probably remembering the ear and tail pulling she’s suffered at their tiny hands. Thankfully, she doesn’t hiss, and that’s all he could really ask of her. He looks around at the few older campers who are awake. They seem to have mostly fled to the showers, but Celine, the head counselor, remained. He gave her a tired smile as he started brushing one of the kid’s hair. “Mornin’. Happy Halloween so far?”

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Noel sighed, rolling her eyes a bit while facing away so he wouldn’t see. She turned back to look at him as he found a spot and stared out at the water. “Most people don’t like it here when it’s cold out,” she remarked nonchalantly. “I figured no one but a khione kid would actually like it,” she shrugged.

“Cold never bothered me anyway,” Nic joked. His smile was more of a warm glow in the depths of his dark eyes, trying to melt a bit of the ice between himself and the pale girl. “Cold is more relaxing for me,” he added, drawing his legs up to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. It really was peaceful, even with Noel’s thinly veiled aversion chilling the air.

He’d seen her around, once or twice, but she seemed uncomfortable around people at best and downright misanthropic at worst, so he’d never ventured to introduce himself. Maybe it was time that changed, but her aura hadn’t become any less intimidating, despite no longer being surrounded by aggravations. It was enough to keep his mouth shut, waiting for her to speak rather than daring any more words himself. Her disinterested tone and frigid manner combined with her regal features created the same understanding as one looking at a seemingly delicate glass sculpture: push too hard and you get your hands cut.

#wow me getting weird at night YUP #[muse 🐾 the world would never look at you the same way]#c: noel #still trying to find a good quote for her sorry #[interactions🎭 if I spilled my guts]

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TRICK-or-TREAT me; Nic

Halloween was always a magical night for the demigod, the energy in the air was drenched in the scents that felt like home. Singed cinnamon perfumed the walkways at camp; many carrying mulled cider while others preferred pumpkin spice lattes. Bonfires were littered across the beach, leaving charcoal notes breathing all throughout the forest clearings. Cabins to the dinning pavilion held carved gourds along with painted ones scattered from corner to corner; everything gave sprinklings of spookiness or autumnal vibes. For the son of Psyche, he loved spending a night escaping from reality and indulging in fantasy. Which nothing spoke more about living in fantasy than his costume—an octopus.

Wearing a hoodie that was DIY-to-hell until panels of the fabric were snipped, sowed, and stuffed to look like tentacles. His hood matched with a pair of eyes, that when pulled up completed the look. Wyn was proud of it cause his group of younger demigods would pull and laugh at his tentacles when they’d sway at his sides. “Lilly, stop fussing with Jude remember last year he cursed a kid…” well on accident, but he refrained from stating that. Wyn was lucky he had Nic to help control the kids from Cabin 16-19. “Gods I swear this group is livelier than ones we had early…. Definitely don’t want to have my night ruined cause a son of Nemesis wants to get even.”

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Nic cracked a smile, watching Wyn struggle to wrangle the hoard of younger campers. “And here we see the true horrors of Halloween-” his voice rose into a ghostly waver, “-sugar high children! Hide your candy; pray for your lives.” He flicked the tip of Wyn’s DIY tentacle, biting back a huff of laughter and only failing a little bit. “Guard your tentacles,” he chuckled, dark eyes shining with good natured humor.

As for his costume, Nic hadn’t dedicated nearly the time nor the craft that Wyn had, dressing in a simple leopard print button-up and jeans he’d magically dyed brown. A head band with speckled cat ears crowned his brown curls, completing his “transformation” into the tiny cat by his feet. Bird, on the other hand, wore a small harness with a leather vest glued over it, a constant stream of complaints reverberating through the air, even as she nudged the kid’s ankles in entreaty for attention. Halloween was all about fantasy and illusion, after all, and how better to enjoy that than to switch places with your cat?

“I almost think we’ll be endangering innocents if we get them anymore hyped up,” he observed as Anna, one of the youngest members of cabin 17, attempted to eat a leaf on a dare. He gently plucked it from her tiny fist before kneeling to the level of her pouting face. “Hey, if you get full on leaf dares now, you’ll be too full for candy later.” She stared him down for a moment, blue eyes screwed up tight in the best impersonation of an intimidating glare he’d ever seen a seven year old give. “...and then I might end up eating more than you.” He’d going to regret that small challenge later, he can already tell from the gleam in her bright blue eyes, but at least she skipped off towards Jude with leaf-eating intentions abandoned.

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“Well, who am I to say no to such an adorable cat?” Min grinned, crouching down to fulfill Bird’s need for attention. Getting to baby little fluffy animals was always a blessing to Min but it still wasn’t enough for them to completely drop the subject. They didn’t need to be an expert in emotions to figure out that he certainly wasn’t “fine,” not when his voice betrayed away what he tried to hide.

And they’ve been in his shoes at some point–bottling up pain that was too much for their tired body, not having anyone they could trust with what they buried deep within their chest. They knew it all too well.

”You know I’m not buying that, right?” Min glanced at him before turning their attention back to Bird, not wanting to intimidate him with intense eye contact. Gently stroking her chin, they continued, “Hey, I’m not going to force you to ‘fess up, but it’s good to let go a little every now and then. Just…whenever you’re comfortable enough, know that there’s someone willing to listen. We may not have had the same experiences, but I think I understand how you feel.”

Min felt strange exposing such kind of vulnerability to someone who wasn’t their mom and was nowhere as close as she was to them, but then again it didn’t matter if it meant relieving some of the heavy load he has to carry by himself. “If you ever need to talk, or just relax, the Demeter cabin is pretty vacant right now and I certainly wouldn’t mind the company.”

Bird shoved her whole cheek into Min’s hand, tiny head barely managing to fill their palm. “Hera herself would bow,” he observed wryly at her persistence. She leaned into it more and more, until her shoulder touched the floor and hay clung to her golden coat as she crowed her victory. In a perfect display of feline obstinacy, she’d trapped Min’s fingers between her cheek and the floor, resulting in the deepest scratches available to her. Her revels trilled through the air, so self-satisfied and proud they summoned the first true, lopsided smile of the night to Nic’s face. She was a wonderful cat. A brat cat, to be sure, but the best damn one of all of them.

His gaze flicked over Min’s face once again. Originally, he’d been distracted by their eyes, dark and sweet like molasses, with the same underlying promise of not easily releasing the subject foolish enough to venture too close. Now, however, he saw other dark elements comprising Min’s visage, specifically, slight circles under those eyes. He walked over to one of the stall doors, letting a hand out for one of the pegasi to nuzzle. Its breath warmed his hands, and it responded well enough to his gentle strokes on its face-- not nearly so much as Bird, but he’s fairly sure a horse holding such a position would break its legs. “We all have our issues here, yeah? Must run in the family.” He glanced sideways, hoping to see a small grin from Min to reassure himself. “It’s fine, really. Just a lot going on in Cabin Ten, you know? And I thought my sister had a high maintenance evening routine.” The pegasus bucked its head, shaking his hand off before biting at its shoulder. He leaned forward and scratched the spot indicating, tutting quietly as he acquiesced to its request. “Brat,” he murmured fondly.

If only humans were so easily satisfied.

“Are cabin sleepovers allowed?” he asked. “I feel like I’ve heard that’s a no-no, even for head counselors.” The pegasus fluttered its wings as he slowed his hand for a moment. “Congrats on that, by the way, I don’t think I got a chance to tell you that before.”

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Min made a show of turning around, taking a good look at the pegasi dwelling within the stable, then looking back at Nic. “Why yes, I believe these are the stables,” they finally concluded, flashing him a smile to let him know they were just teasing. Although they don’t stumble into each other much, Min recognized the camper well–Nic from the Aphrodite cabin. He didn’t get involved in much stable work, but his cat was quite a handful all by herself. Add several pegasi and the poor boy might not survive.

They still remember the first time they met him by the strawberry fields, lying hopelessly over the hill after his cat ran off. They remember utter panic and worry painted all over his face as he asked them whether the strawberries were toxic for cats or not. It was endearing how much he cared for the tiny animal.

“It’s beginning to get dark; I’m sure your cabin counselor warned you, mm? You might want to wrap up your walk a little faster lest the harpies get to you.” They dumped in the feed for the last pegasus awaiting his dinner, then turned back to Nic. Before they could say anything, Min noticed Nic’s jacket zipper digging hard into his fingers as he fidgeted with it. Something certainly felt off the longer they observed him…“Hey, everything alright?”

Of course it’s the stables, you dumbass, he cursed himself mentally, too keenly aware of the heat rushing to his ears at Min’s playful tone. A grimace flickered over his face at the mention of curfew, but he suppressed it as quickly as it came. “Yeah, right,” he mumbled. He knew Min decently, and anyone who would take the time to help him tear apart the strawberry fields looking for his idiot cat ranked highly in his eyes. But, he thought, nibbling the inside of his cheek, that doesn’t mean I can tell them about any of this. Above all else that happened that summer day, Min had established themself as a potential friend. With rumors flying around camp, rivaling Apollo’s arrows in number and lethality, he had too few of those to risk even one.

His wince returned full force at Min’s well-intentioned question. “Fine,” he answered with a small shrug, voice too hoarse to be heard properly. He prayed they hadn’t actually heard, that the small vibrations would drag themselves half way to their recipient before evaporating into air. Judging from Min’s dark eyes, that would be too much to ask. They glimmered with the telltale light of perception that examined rather than dissected, gently removing layer after layer of diversion until only the truth remained--often before the targeted individual even realized they were under scrutiny.

Bird strutted up to Min, squeaking relentlessly and twining around their ankles, a diva fully expecting the attention she knew she was owed. Thankful for the excuse to deflect further elaboration, he cleared his throat. “She remembers you,” he said, stronger than before. He dropped his hand from his sleeve zipper as the metal tag and the side of his fingernail pinched the vulnerable flesh in between, only to switch immediately to pulling at a thread at the hem of his worn jacket. “She’s just-- she’s gonna keep doing that until you pet her, so,” he shrugged again and dared a small smile, finally venturing to look from some the array of hay and dirt on the floor to Min’s pixie-like face. “If you pet her cheeks, it might satisfy her.”

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Although Min always preferred hanging out around the strawberry fields, the stables weren’t too bad of a place to stay in. After all, the Demeter cabin was in charge of the stables, thus Min coming over regularly to look after the pegasi and horses. It wasn’t always easy and they appreciated whatever help the Aphrodite cabin or any other campers offered; in fact, one should come by any time soon to help out. And they sure did, as Min heard footsteps coming closer to where they stood. They set down the bucket of feed to welcome the new camper. When they turned around, however, it wasn’t a camper they were really expecting.

“Hey! You don’t come in here often. Do you need anything?”

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The Aphrodite cabin was beautiful, yes-- Nic remained absolutely positive that HGTV would cry given the chance to see it-- but in every beam of wood, every coat of paint, every folded bedsheet, was the inescapable stench of perfume. In the daylight, he could ignore it. The sunlight seeped in through the windows and into the cabin and, for a brief time, seemed to briefly smother the artificial scents with those of the forest and sea. When night began to fall, however, the perfume and cologne sprung back to full strength, making the air feel so heavy that, if given the chance, he knew it would crush him.

That evening had been no different, and he’d fled the cabin as quietly as he could, ignoring Celine’s soft warning that night would fall soon. She meant well, so he’d forced a smile over his shoulder and lied about Bird wanting to go for a run instead of simply walking out. Bird chirped and then they were both gone, the ghost of the smile slipping off his face as they walked. Bird was more than happy to lead the way to where she deemed worthy of her presence, and he was happy to follow.

As they approach the unfamiliar building, the soft whinnies of horses--pegasi, he realized--greeted his ears. Bird trilled back a response and quickened her trot. Upon entering, the aroma of musky horse hair and dusty hay swarms his nostrils, clearing away the last of Cabin Ten from his senses. The relief that overwhelmed him almost drowned out the stranger’s greeting, startling him from his reverie of freedom.

“Oh, no, I’m just--just out for a walk, thanks. These are the stables, right?”

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Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate Strange situations, I get anxious Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite But pray that they don't call me thankless

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Noel was laying on the ground near the water, the breeze there made it colder and she liked that. She was flipping through a songbook without really paying attention to it when she heard someone walking past, their shadow blocking her from the sun. “Move, you’re blocking my light.”

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Nic squinted down at her, shuffling to the side as he registered that her frosty tone was directed at him. “Sorry. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.” His hand came up to the zipper on his other sleeve and twists it, the tab biting into the pads of his finger and thumb. “Is there a radius I can be in, or--” he trails off, searching for a spot on the ground that wouldn’t infringe on the pale girl’s boundaries.

He looked out over the sea. The borders between the sky, water, and shore all seemed sharper than normal, the way nature appeared on a brisk day. Even the lines and contours of pebbles on the beach stood in sharp relief compared to the lazy gradient they typically wore on the more humid days at camp. The waves peaked only enough to test the air, see if it still chilled, before diving back down to the depths looking for warmth. Fall had arrived, and he took a deep breath of the crisp air in welcome.

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Intro

That’s Dominic (Nic) Ragnier, I hear that the claimed son of Aphrodite has been here for 2 years, on and off! I also hear that he’s funny & empathetic, but that he’s also self-deprecating & absent-minded!

Theme Song: Hey Brother

Zodiac: Libra (September 28)

Meyers Briggs: INFP

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