* // OF DARKNESS .

🚬 — penned by: jade. ❝ If I told you that a f l o w e r bloomed in a DARK room, would you t r u s t it? I mean, I write poems in these s o n g s dedicated to you. When you're in the mood for EMPATHY, there's blood in my pen. ❞ silas crowe. twenty-two years. cabin counselor. son of hades.

[silascrowe]

Silas busied himself with pulling out his pack of cigarettes and sliding a single one out. He placed it between his lips before then retrieving his lighter from his pocket, switching it out for the pack almost seamlessly. He proceeded to ignite the end of the cigarette and inhaled. He thought he was off to the side of the gathering of demigods at the spring bonfire, and he had enough distance between him and the majority of the people that the smoke wouldn’t bother anybody, but who knew? As someone walked up, Silas knocked some ash off and began speaking. “No, you can’t have one,” He told them, a cold expression on his face. “I’m not even supposed to be smoking at this thing, let alone two people, got it? So, just pretend I’m not even here, okay?”

[silascrowe]

viclabaker:

Viola turned when she heard her name. “Gods, why do you wear close that match your couch? It’s like you’re not even here, but you are,” she replied. “I don’t know where I had it last, that’s why I’m asking. Lowkey, do you think my mom would kill me if I lost it? I mean, who else would have it, it’s not like any other cabins can use it.”

“I enjoy wearing black. It’s poetic,” Silas expressed, smiling smugly, before continuing on. “And, I enjoy startling people,” He confessed before paying attention to Viola’s words. “Also, probably,” He shrugged. “So, we better find it, right?” He said, before putting away the novel he was reading back in the bookcase and turning to face her. Silas motioned with his head and then his hand to signal Viola that they should leave the Hades cabin. “Well, if you don’t remember lending it to anyone, maybe someone took it as a prank? Do you have any bad blood with any cabins?” He questioned her after they were outside, standing on the grass in front of the porch that led inside.

[silascrowe]

kcnncdyadams:

“I have a Dad. You don’t need to be one.” She checked the time on her phone by her things, she didn’t even realize it had gotten that late. “I’m not going to throw up,” she replied. “I just lost track of time.” At least she was better than she used to be. “Maybe I just need a new metal, this isn’t conducting enough heat to hold. 

"Does your dad live at camp, hm?” Silas questioned sarcastically. “Didn’t think so,” He retained, before watching Kennedy take a look at her phone. “Some people do that when they push themselves too far and exert too much energy, it’s a known fact,” He remained standing nearby, his arms still crossed as well. “Mhm,” He nodded, figuring she was trying to change the subject to weapons instead of how well she took care of herself. “Well...” He started, thinking. “Have you tried talking to Milo, or someone from the Hephaestus cabin? I’m sure they could work something out. I wonder what metal conducts the most heat. You don’t know?” Silas questioned, slightly surprised.

[silascrowe]

biography updated !!

[pscalpedro]

[viclabaker]

Viola opened the door to the Hades cabin, it being normal for her to just walk in. “Silas, where are you? I need your help finding one of my spell books. It’s one of the ones with the creepy latin on the front.” She wandered around, looking for him. “You know, the one that went I practice them, I sound like I’m cursing an entire generation of people or something?”

@silascrowe

[silascrowe]

Silas was on the couch in the main part of the Hades cabin with an open book in his lap ( being quiet at as a mouse ) when he watched the door open and Viola stroll right in. He didn’t move a muscle beside closing his book and he didn’t move from his spot. Instead, he watched her walk right past him, affirming his suspicion that he did blend in a little too well. “Viola,” He finally called out once it felt like the right time. “I’m right here,” He said and then stood up from the seat he was using. “I know what book you’re talking about,” Silas established. “It’s that one you hit me with that one time, but I haven’t seen it around here. When’s the last time you remember having it?”

[silascrowe]

kcnncdyadams:

“Wow, look at you acting like my Dad,” she told him, ripping the dagger from the target. “How long have I been here?” She thought about it for a moment. How long had it been? She had lost track of time a while ago. These last three months have been hard on the young huntress. “I don’t know. I remember eating breakfast this morning, so sometime after that.” She shrugged slightly at the boy. She’s never been a fan of Silas, they always butted heads. “Why?”

“Good,” Silas simply responded. “Someone needs to,” He explained, shifting his weight and crossing his arms as Kennedy retrieved her dagger from the target. He sighed at her answer and clicked his tongue. “You really need to keep better track of time,” He said, although he knew she’d never listen to him, but that didn’t stop him from trying. “At least you ate breakfast, though,” Silas described and then posed a question. “You know it’s after lunch, right? You thinking about stopping anytime soon? Or are you just going to train until you throw up, hm?”

[fatallyxflawed-blog]

MOOD BOARD .001 — [ SILAS CROWE; ]

bonus:

[fatallyxflawed-blog]

CHARACTER AESTHETIC — [ SILAS CROWE; ]

“I’VE ALWAYS BEEN BLACK COFFEE. MOST PEOPLE DON’T LIKE ME WITHOUT WANTING TO CHANGE SOME PART OF WHAT I AM. THEY WANT TO MAKE ME SWEETER, MAKE ME MATCH THEIR OWN TASTES, AND SO THEY POUR IN THEIR RELIGION AND TELL ME TO SIT UP STRAIGHTER AND NOT TO PART MY HAIR THAT WAY AND THEY CALL IT MILK AND HONEY.”

[kcnncdyadams-deactivated2018121]

Kennedy was at the arena again. She had a Chinese dagger in her hand. She had been like this for the past few days, trying to link her pyrokinesis to the dagger to get it to burn the target. Every time she tried, it cooled down before it hit the target. Kennedy ran a hand through her hair before pulling it up into a messy bun, swear on her face, and her eyes appearing with tiredness. It was obviously Kennedy needed a break, but her mind was set on this and she was horrible at actually taking care of herself.

Her skin was still a burning temperature when she headed toward the target once again to retrieve her dagger. She jumped and turned quickly when she heard someone say something behind her. “Jeez, don’t scare me like that!” 

[silascrowe]

Silas returned to the arena after his last work-out yesterday where he pushed himself a little too hard and he was now feeling the stress he put on his now sore muscles. Walking in, he had his broad sword securely put away in it’s hilt on his waist and his eyes scanned his surroundings for anyone he deemed important enough to talk to. Seeing a flustered Kennedy nearby, somewhere between the dummies and the running track, Silas decided to join her by standing behind her. His stride was long and quiet, and he was surprised when Kennedy jumped. “Didn’t mean to,” Silas confided. “Just figured I’d come over here, but you seem to be a little worked up?” He noticed the sweat on her brow and her flushed skin and the wheels in his head began to turn. “—How long have you been training for today, Kennedy?” He asked, sternly; giving her a look.

[marmuse]