* CUNNING / WITCH !

ISOLDE HANSEN. 19. cabin 20. penned by azula.

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macattxck·:

She didn’t know how Isolde continued to be so pathetic, but her poor helpless me act she had going on just kept on chipping away at Mac until she lost her concentration and accidentally snapped one of her pieces to her bracelet. With a disgruntled sigh she reached for a replacement and clipped a fire charm to it as the only decoration piece. “Can you just fucking…” Deep breaths Mac, don’t loose your shit over something so little. “Ahem- Fine, yeah sure you can make me another mediocre childish looking piece of garbage if I lose the first one.” Her impulsive thoughts slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she knew, she just knew that she had hurt the blonde more than she should have. Mac didn’t know how to apologize though, the word was foreign to her, so after another frustrated huff and hiding her head in her arms for a few seconds to cool down she put her hand on top of her finished craft and slid it over to Isolde. “Here. You can have it. No take backs.”

they  said  that  she  had  always  been  nice.  good.  ‘  she  wouldn’t  hurt  a  fly,  but  because  she  has  to,  she  will  —  but  without  the  daggers  and  the  swords,  she’s  all  KIND.  ’  isolde  sits  there  quietly  ;  she  feels  ...  stupid,  quite  frankly.  there’s  not  other  way  to  say  it  and  she  tries  to  open  her  mouth  to  apologize,  but  something  tells  her  that  this  isn’t  fair.  “no,  it’s  fine,  i  get  it.”  the  daughter  of  hecate  winces  —  she  sounds  awful,  but  her  shoulders  fall  and  with  each  blink  of  an  eye,  it  only  makes  sense  for  her  to  meet  mackenzie  at  the  level  that  she’s  at.  “i  just  thought...  no,  nevermind  that  either.”  a  pause,  a  single  glance  up  from  the  craft  to  the  other.  “you  can’t  push  something  on  me,  just  as  i  can’t  push  something  on  you  either,  mackenzie.”  passive-aggressive?  yes,  but  by  accident.  with  a  lone  finger,  she  pushes  the  object  back.  “i  don’t  want  it.  you  should  give  to  someone  you  care  about  instead.”

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charlottejean·:

 “ yeah,  i’ve gotten the lecture before … ”   charlotte trails off slightly,  lips pursing in slightly embarrassment.   “ but i was just learning to control everything then,  so it hasn’t happened in a while ! ”   voice is optimistic and with almost a child - like excitement,  as if she were telling someone she learned to tie her shoes correctly instead of telling isolde she wasn’t demolishing people in capture the flag anymore.

blue  ink  across  pages  are  honest  :  charlotte  from  the  ares  cabin  is  intimidating  all  on  her  own  due  to  her  parentage,  but  she  is  more  than  her  father  and  she  is  more  than  what  one  can  assume  about  her.  her  joy  allows  isolde  to  find  her  footing  in  the  conversation,  and  a  sense  of  pride  that  she  had  forgotten  all  about  pokes  from  behind  isolde’s  ribs.  “really?  that’s  great,  charlotte!  i’m  taking  that  that  has  to  be  some  pretty  great  progress,  then?”  she  lets  out  a  small  laugh.  “how  are  you  celebrating  this  game’s  success,  and  your  mvp  status?”  

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macattxck·:

Giving people a harsh reality was kind of Mackenzie’s specialty, and she knew she had hit a spot once Isolde began to look around to see if she had offended anyone. If she was someone who cared enough about others feelings she might have apologized, however it was quite possible that no one at camp half-blood has ever heard her say a sincere I’m sorry. Her good eye glanced over at the beaded bracelet the other had. It seemed like something a child would give to a parent to try and make them proud, and usually Mac wasn’t one for wearing such annoying decorations because they tended to get ruined anyways while she was in the forge. “I guess. Though it will probably just get lost in the clutter of my cabin later.” She bent more of the small metal as she spoke to continue the chain pattern on her own jewelry while a bit of confusion clouded her thoughts as to why she would want to give her such a dumb gift.

oh,  how  she  knows  of  the  clutter  that  she  speaks  of  —  she’s  seen  the  inside  of  that  cabin,  once  she  had  called  it  EERIE  but  without  the  usual  hostility  attached  to  it...  though  isolde  thinks  that  she  only  said  it  because  it  was  such  a  new  place  for  her.  with  a  clean  canvas  such  as  that  of  her  own  mind?  where  nothing  is  recognizable  or  known?  everything  new  is  eerie.  she  nods,  a  little  too  upset  for  her  taste  —  but  she  can’t  blame  mackenzie  for  it  ;  it  made  sense.  “if  it  ever  gets  lost,  maybe  i  can  just  make  you  another  one.  if  you  want...”  isolde  is  not  like  any  of  her  siblings  :  mom  struck  out  with  clairvoyant  abilities  when  she  came  along,  but  she  can  see  it  now  ...  mackenzie’s  rejection,  CLEAR  AS  DAY,  but  isolde  persists  as  seen  by  the  smile  that  barely  falters.  “anyway,  do  you  want  me  to  leave  you  alone?  i’m  sorry  if  i  bothered  you.”  

[nathanielorion]

You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back,  but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection.

Nathaniel Orion G. K. (via nyx-rps)

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bexhexed·:

       wise  in  keeping   distance,   bex  watched  her  with  narrowed  eyes  before  moving  attention  from  her.  held  no  desire  in  the  slightest  to  dim  the  spirit  of  her  sister  .  .  family  was  different  than  other  souls  for  there  was  a  care  there.  slowly,  child  of  hecate  releases  held  breath;  preparing  sharp  ears  for  what  was  about  to  come.  would  be  lie  to  say  that  her  heart  did  not  drop  as  isolde  voiced  that  she  mirrored  the  feeling  of  being  stuck.  ❛  what  do  you  say  to  us  two  beauties  working   together   on  feeling  less  stuck  and  alone  ?  ❜  comment  from  sibling  manages  to  pull  ghosted  grin,  nod  which  causes  pink  locks  to  fall  atop  face  in  suit.  ❛  should  prepare  for  that  –  and  from  one  shadow  to  another  –  thank  you.  ❜  pats  a  spot  beside  them,  ❛  does  thou  wish  to  share  ?  we  both  need  the  energy.  ❜

“we  should...”  her  voice  falters  as  her  thoughts  wander  so  far  that  they  disappear  into  clouds  of  smoke  —  if  only  she  had  been  blessed  with  a  more  appropriate  gift  :  imagine  being  able  to  conjure  up  anything  that  she  willed  her  mind  to?  maybe  that  way,  words  would  come  easier  too.  “let’s  do  something  as  a  distraction  —  do  you  think  that  might  work?  it’d  be  nice.”  the  desperate  desire  for  company  nudges  isolde  for  that  one,  but  she  recoils  even  faster  after.  “that’s  only  if  you  want  to.”  slowly,  the  daughter  of  hecate  moves  closer  to  her  sibling  with  a  smile  that  bordered  ‘  cautious  ’  and  ‘  grateful  ’.  “of  course.  i  brought  them  for  you,  after  all.”  

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bleyethe·:

＊ blythe  !

                    JULES  WATCHED  THE  GIRL  CLOSELY      ;     she  was  practically  burying  her  head  in  the  sand     .     All  turned  away  reactions  and  reddened  cheeks      .     He  could  sense  her  anger  and  humiliation  almost  TOO  easily     ,     and  he  couldn’t  help  but  think      ,     Jesus    .  .  .     already      ?     And  maybe  it  was  because  he  was  used  to  sharper  wits      ,     but  he  felt  somewhat  guilty      .     If  only  a  tiny     ,      tiny  bit      .      ❛     You’re  right      .    ❜     He  said  after  a  moment  of  hesitation      ,      a  nod  soon  following  as  he  allowed  his  head  to  hang  in  shame      .     ❛     I  don’t  have  to  be  mean      .    ❜       Jules  seemed  genuinely  apologetic  for  having  been  so  rude      ;    however      ,     as  a  curious  spark  soon  ignited  in  his  eyes     ,     he  couldn’t  help  but  drown  in  the  impish  nature  of  his  personality  once  he  made  eye  contact      .        ❛    Would  you  call  it   .  .  .    UNNECESSARY     ?     ❜     And  just  like  that  he  smiled      ,     a  chuckle  slipping  free  as  he  wiped  his  hands  free  of  whatever  temporary  SAD  bullshit  he’d  been  working      .      ❛    Oh     ,    c’mon      !      I’m  just  fuckin’  with  you      .     Write  whatever  ya  want     ,      I  couldn’t  care  less      .    ❜     He  hopped  off  the  bench  and  offered  her  a  subtle  shrug             see     ,      unlike  her      ,     he  was  more  than  willing  to  leave  once  the  situation  no  longer  suited  him       .

over  the  course  of  the  past  two  summers,  isolde  has  been  plenty  of  things  :    she  has  been  impatient  and  regretful  and  furious  before  but  she  has  yet  to  be  HATEFUL.  there  is  no  room  for  such  in  that  heart  of  hers  —  a  lesson  learned  from  a  seemingly  different  life  from  this  one,  that  even  god’s  worst  creations  could  be  forgiven  ...  loved  ...  but  this  one?  this  unpleasant  boy  with  that  smile  that  she  wishes  she  could  slap  off  of  his  face?  “i  don’t  appreciate  being  ...  made  fun  of.  i  don’t  see  what  made  you  think  that  would  be  funny.”  is  this  how  humour  works  now?  is  isolde  merely  CONFUSED?  eyes  follow  him  as  he  moves  and  something  stirs  even  further  from  deep  in  her  chest,  and  she  hates  that  he  gets  to  leave  ...  and  somehow,  her  mouth  forms  the  words  :  “how  would  you  feel  if  i  did  the  same  thing  to  you,  huh?  it’s  not  like  that  STUPID  SMILE  on  your  face  could  do  miles  better  than  what  i  can.”  

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joanmarkov·:

joan  turned  to  isolde,  a  small  grin  making  its  way  over  her  features  at  the  unexpected  request.  sometimes  ( most  of  the  time,  if  joan  was  being  honest.  she  rarely  was )  camp  could  make  time  feel  like  it  dragged   —   a side - effect,  she  figured,  of  there  being  only  so  many  activities  she  could  participate  in  at  any  given  time.  it  was  nice  to  get  time  to  spend  with  people;  isolde  especially  was  someone  calming,  reassuring,  to  joan.  when  she  sat  up,  she  nudged  the  other’s  shoulder  in  light  apology.  “ sorry.  you  should’ve  pushed  me  off  sooner! “  she  laughed,  and  resettled  at  an  angle  away  from  isolde.  “ but  if  you  want  to  braid  my  hair,  I’d  be  happy  to  shift  wherever  you  need  me. “

“hm,  maybe  not  ‘  should  ’  but  –”  a  hint  of  a  smile  on  isolde’s  lips,  as  she  takes  the  opportunity  between  joan’s  shifting  movements  to  shake  her  limbs  a  little,  before  she  settles  and  so  does  her  poor  excuse  of  a  joke.  “—  if  i  pushed  you  hard  enough,  who  knows,  that  might  accidentally  end  with  me  having  to  spend  five  more  years  in  purgatory.”  the  daughter  of  hecate  gently  runs  her  hands  through  joan’s  hair,  “i  already  have  ten  years  added  to  my  record  after  i  called  someone  STUPID  the  other  day.”  

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maeveses·:

sometimes the sky looked melted, blurry, unreal. it was as if the misty lens of dreams sneaked into reality, making the two concepts rather difficult to separate and leaving maeve to wonder in which one she was. changing aspects of her surroundings could sometimes be a pretty good tell, but at times she swore the changes only happened inside of her imagination, so she was left once again in limbo. “hm,” at last, she gave up staring at the sky tinted pink and lilac with the first lights of the morning, looking out for the nearest person sitting at the long table instead - she wasn’t in touch with reality enough to notice them or what they were doing before opening her mouth, “am i asleep ? oh, wait, are YOU ? ”

sometimes,  the  back  of  her  mind  tried  very  hard  to  bring  up  things  for  isolde  to  ...  not  remember  (  no,  that  would  imply  that  there  was  kindness  that  could  be  brought  to  her  after  all  these  years  )  but  THINK  ABOUT.  she  wakes  up  so  early  on  some  days  that  it’s  harrowing  and  it  feels  exactly  like  how  the  word  ‘  saw-edged  ’  must  feel  like,  and  unfortunately  for  isolde?  today’s  not  an  exception.  she  holds  her  face  in  her  hands,  staring  at  the  rows  upon  rows  of  empty  tables  before  being  startled  by  another  camper.  “...  um,”  she  shrugs  first,  then  blinks  second.  “are...  either  of  us  supposed  to  be  asleep?  i’m  confused.”  

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trxckster-axel·:

    The custard jiggled on his spoon as he shoveled it down. “Most things can be better than sex—” replying between bites, “Just depends on the sex you are having or the thing you have…right now” exhaling, his stoned mind demanding more silky custard, “yes.” Hearing Isolde’s laughter was warm, mildly infectious since the son of Hermes let out a quite laugh himself; accompanied by a soft, lingering smile. “I’m a hard one to crack Issy.” the nickname left his lips so quickly that Axel didn’t have time to care if she liked it or not, “Normally if it’s business I follow three demands but outside of that, my moods varies on the day….” his spoon carved out the last slive, while letting the bite linger on his spoon for a moment, “I’m good to everyone until they make me not want to be….Luckily for you I don’t ever see that happening.” 

her  notebook  states  that  axel  had  been  a  friend,  but  it  mentions  nothing  of  whether  or  not  their  past  conversations  were  ever  similar  to  this  —  ridden  with  a  silly,  light-hearted  (  she  assumes,  at  least  )  jest  about...  THOSE  things.  she  lets  the  son  of  hermes  finish  his  spiel,  crossing  her  arms  on  the  table  and  withdrawing  herself  slightly  from  their  little  bubble  of  space.  “do  you  mind  if  we  let  the  sex  talk  stop  there?”  she  asks  —  and  maybe  once,  she  would’ve  been  embarrassed  but...  other  people,  other  boys,  have  done  that  already.  “well,  maybe  this  time  around,  i  can  crack...  you  –  yikes,  sorry,  that  sounds  weird.”  the  nickname  falls  on  ears  that  perk  up  slightly,  amusement  flickering  in  hazel  eyes  before  letting  heavy  curiosity  pass.  “okay,  well,  what  about  BEFORE?”  

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charlottejean·:

 “ i think i blacked out for like,  half the game,  but i guess i did something right !  i don’t think chiron would give me mvp if i knocked anyone out,  but i don’t remember,  so if i did punch anyone,  i’m sorry.”

“that’s...  a  little  scary,”  isolde  mutters  under  her  breath,  though  she  looks  at  charlotte  with  a  certain  kind  of  awe  in  her  eyes.  “but  that  sounds  pretty  right  to  me  —  i  think  if  you  did  manage  to  knock  anyone  out,  you’d  probably  be  in  for  a  lecture  or  something.”  

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gcldings·:

     most days chester can handle the fact that their moms live in a completely different state, far away from them and only talking to them every so often. it wasn’t fair. it was stupid that they had to sacrifice this much to keep them safe. some days chester forgets that they aren’t the only one that doesn’t get to see their parents. sometimes they forgot that people didn’t have parents they even liked. at least they were lucky having someone – anyone – that they cared about. isolde’s question was shocking. “it feels like part of my heart is missing,” chester admitted, looking down at the ground. “i know that sounds kinda dramatic, but it’s true. it hurts so much because they chose me. unlike my dad – wherever he went – he just gave me up. didn’t give me a chance. at least athena wants me, i mean, i think.” they felt sad all of a sudden, thinking that no one cared about isolde enough to miss her. “it’s not a good feeling.” 

“it’s  not,”  isolde  encourages  with  the  tiniest  of  a  smile.  “it’s  not  dramatic.  i  think  i  get  what  you’re  saying.”  for  the  daughter  of  hecate,  the  curse  that  had  been  placed  on  her  hurts  more  than  a  missing  heart.  to  isolde,  it  feels  as  though  ...  as  though  NOTHING  IS  EVER  RIGHT  ;  her  life  is  a  puzzle  that  can  never  be  completed  and  once  in  a  while,  a  lone  hand  takes  piece  after  piece  until  one  day,  she  will  be  nothing  but  a  shell  of  a  human  being.  “i  don’t  know  what  she  thinks  but  she’d  be  a  fool  if  she  didn’t  want  you,  chester.  you’re  an  amazing  person,  you’re  someone  that  would  make  her  very  proud.”  isolde  believes  this  to  be  TRUE...  otherwise,  she  wouldn’t  be  saying  it.  a  melancholic  smile,  accompanied  by  a  soft  chuckle.  “i’d  think  it  wouldn’t  be  a  good  feeling.  sometimes,”  she  pauses,  thinking.  “sometimes,  i  think  i  miss  something  but...  it  doesn’t  make  sense  when  there  isn’t  something  to  miss...”  

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bexhexed·:

       soul  was  truly  over  it,  cursed  to  grow  dimmer  with  each  sun  and  moon.  how  much  longer  until  her  vessel  was  taken   pity   on  and  she  was  allowed  out  ?  ragged  exhale  escapes,  child  of  hecate  tilting  head  as  nails  dug  into  her  thigh.  ❛  six  years  of  being  stuck  .  .  fail  to  see  the  light  at  the  end  of  the  tunnel-  all  shadows  now  and  not  those  that  speak  of  home.  must  admit  :  risking  it  out  in  the  world  is  sounding  rather  appealing  with  each  passing  day.  ❜

she  lingers,  far  closer  to  corners  than  beside  her  half-sibling,  like  a  ghost  ...  her  fingers  get  colder  every  second  from  the  gift  she  holds,  a  tupperware  filled  to  the  brim  with  fruits  that  she  had  been  asked  for  once.  “i’m  sorry  that  this  is  happening  to  you,  bex.”  isolde  says  quietly,  SHYLY,  ridden  with  anxiety  and  searching  for  any  way  to  ease  the  pain.  “i  can’t...  say  that  what  i  feel  is  the  same  but  know  you’re  not  alone.  i...  i  feel  stuck  here  too.”  she’s  grasping  at  straws,  truthfully,  but  isolde  forces  a  reassuring  smile.  “at  least  this  shadow  brought  you  something  to  eat  —  you  need  all  the  energy  you  can  get  if  you’d  really  like  to  ‘  risk  it  out  in  the  world  ’  after  all.”  

[sluheks]

trxckster-axel·: 

     Eyes widening as she slide it over, “Oh fuck me.” his excitement blurting out the first words off his tongue. “Okay, like thank you.” he was very stoned and very excited about this little sprinkle of luck; since today was kind of weird up until this point. “This is the first time someones ever paid me back in food.” he took the first bite, and bliss just washed over him, “—usually it’s money, or personal favors.” he continued to speak and chew, “sometimes sex….but this is way better.” If there was some greek god of gluttony (apparently there is, her name is Adephagia), you’d think Axel was their child by the way he was eating. “Also no problem, you definitely surprised me out there…never thought I’d see a hecate kid have potential with a sword like that.”  

his  reaction  causes  isolde’s  grin  to  widen,  finding  a  part  of  herself  that  could  relate.  after  all,  her  favourite  food  would  elicit  the  same  kind  of  response  —  a  human  thing,  if  she  had  to  say  something  about  it.  “you’re  very  welcome,”  she  says  between  her  slight  laughter  that  dwindles  into  a  humming  sound.  isolde’s  face  twists  at  the  mention  of  sex,  but  she  jokes  with  him  anyway.  “this  is  better  than  sex?  really?”  she  narrows  her  eyes  at  axel,  smiling.  “and  here  i  was  thinking  that  i  was  finally  getting  to  know  you  —”  well,  AGAIN,  anyway.  she  shrugs  casually,  “thank  you.  i  mean,  i  try.  swords  aren’t  ...  fun  but  you  have  to  work  with  what  you  have,  right?”  

[sluheks]

“ do you want me to go? ”

more misc memes / starters ! : @atlasduluoz ! 

eyes  widen  in  a  sudden  combination  of  apprehension  and  an  inclination  to  remain  …  tethered,  ANCHORED  in  reality  —  or  at  least,  this  rather  flimsy  and  unsatisfying  and  painful  semblance  of  what  isolde  believes  to  be  some  form  of  reality.  there  are  plenty  of  worry  lines  on  such  a  young  face  ;  each  one  of  them  serving  as  a  reminder  of  how  isolated,  how  alone,  how  LONELY  she  feels.  “no.”  she  says  quietly,  turning  to  look  at  the  son  of  poseidon  and  watching  as  the  light  reflected  against  the  surface  of  the  water  shines  on  his  face  —  isolde  sees  him,  and  she  recognizes  the  lake  in  him  :  he’s  comfort  and  solitude  and  calm,  leaves  her  at  ease  and  she  can  breathe  properly.  

“no,”  isolde  says  but  louder  this  time,  firm  and  lionhearted  of  a  response.  “i  don’t  want  you  to  go.  please  don’t.”  she’s  not  above  pleading  —  if  anything,  that  is  what  she  does  best  and  she  has  nothing  but  her  religion  to  thank  for.  “i  don’t  want  to  be  alone  —  i’ll…  i’ll  end  up  thinking  worse  things.”  the  daughter  of  hecate  rolls  her  shoulders  back,  glancing  at  the  lake  before  them  as  she  speaks.  “will  you  tell  me  something?  –  ANYTHING  –  tell  me  what  your  favourite  thing  about...  about  the  lake  is  or  something.” 

[leneemusing]

more misc memes

“  change isn’t easy.  ” “  i just wanted to say i’m sorry.  ” “  i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad.  ”  “  what did you want to tell me?  ” “  it was supposed to be simple.  ” “  you’ve got blood on your shirt.  ” “  you can stay with me.  ” “  what did you want to show me?  ” “  i miss ____ more than i thought i would.  ” “  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ” “  shut up. please.  ” “  fuck off.  ” “  hush, i’m trying to kiss you.  ” “  you’re lucky you’re cute.  ” “  i fucked up.  ” “  i just want to take it all back.  ” “  i can’t sleep.  ”  /  “  can’t sleep?  ” “  we should get a pet.  ” “  if you have something to say, spit it out.  ” “  i’m allowed to be angry.  ” “  she/he aint even that cute.  ” “  just hold me.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ”   “  i just need time.  ” “  i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.  ”   “  nothing you can say will surprise me.  ” “  everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind.  ” “  death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago.  ” “  i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity.  ” “  listen to me, please.  ” “  i’m not even sure what to say to that.  ” “  that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.  ” “  am i supposed to care?  ” “  i do care.  ”   “  you make me happy.  ” “  you look beautiful like this.  ”   “  if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you.  ” “  it terrifies me.  ”   “  just let me show you how i feel.  ”