#darephi

[vinethreaded]

@darephi liked for a starter !

" i see you've been busy. " hummed words, amusement in her voice, as nimble fingers with featherlight touch removed a bit of dried paint from the girl's hair. like any other in this camp, rachel was bound to be subjected to the camp counselor's mother hen behavior in one way or the other. semi-frequently checking in would be one of them, wishing to avoid any type of isolation of the oracle. she was, after all, still a girl no matter her title, and aristokleia did as much as she could with a full camp demanding her every attention and all of her energy. " anything you wish to share? i do love your art, it's alive, filled with heart. "

[mvndrvke]

@darephi gets a starter!

Rachel managed to do the thing that Mai couldn't. It's something that saddens her, even if she knows that the Oracle is fickle. Delphi's spirit has taken part of Rachel's mind, chewing out a little corner for itself, and it's for Rachel to interpret now.

Nothing of what Mai has seen makes sense. It's what leads her here, to meeting Rachel in the corner of a busy city cafe, to talk to her.

She drums her fingers nervously against the side of her teacup as she looks at Rachel.

"Hermes told me that your friend is missing," she says. "Percy, right?"

[holdfastdanae]

"❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜ okay but maybe somehow there's a 'parents visit' day at chb?

"You could say that." She grinned looking around the camp shielding her eyes from the sun. Sally had always been curious about just what this place would look like since the day Chiron first told her about it. In reality that conversation was a little more charged and guilt laden than a regular old info-session. She'd let herself sometimes imagine the worst, other times the best, she was never too sure which scenario made her feel better those years before she finally sent him. Tearing her gaze away from the truly horrifying climbing wall Sally glanced at the redhead beside her. "How're you doing here Rachel? I haven't heard much and I do worry you know." Situationship-relationship, break-up/parting whatever it had been at the end of the day Sally had missed seeing the girl around. "Percy told me they have you in a cave? I couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not."

[seaofechoes]

Plotted Starter || @darephi​

░▒▌╳▐ ᴄ ʜ ʀ ɪ s

        𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒, he lazily waved a hand to flip the pages with his mind, revising the demons that he already knows are in the pages. As pointless as the young man thinks it might be, because he probably has every name etched into  MEMORY , a refresher might come in handy. After all, he might just have to vanquish whoever's after his newest charge. If only he could actually know what her powers are, if any, then that might  HELP  even more. However, the Elders being their usual  CRYPTIC  selves, only told him that he has to protect her. So Chris decided to watch her, inconspicuously following the young girl by the name of Rachel, hoping he might witness some kind of  MAGICAL  abnormality. So far, there's been nothing besides learning that she's a rather talented artist, who's the daughter of an exceedingly rich man. Not hard to find those in San Francisco.

That is, apparently, until now. The ringing in his ears is a warning that a charge is in immediate  DANGER,  so the Halliwell orbs himself to her after sensing where she is. Appearing in a shower of white and blue lights in front of her, he materializes just in time to deflect a blow from a demon with a swing of his arm—Making the attacker be suddenly and  VIOLENTLY  thrown away. Turning to Rachel, he crouches before her on the floor with an offered hand.

        ❝ You okay? ❞ Chris asks with sincere concern, helping her stand up again. There was no time for questions and answers, though, because the demon was up on his feet again as well. He groaned out, glaring at him. ❝ A white lighter? ❞ Then he glances to his would-be-victim, considering his options. ❝ Not just any white lighter, ❞ the half-witch states with a  CONFIDENT  smirk. Another swing of his hand and the demon is thrown harshly against the wall this time, but the Halliwell turns back to his charge. ❝ We gotta go. ❞ Not giving her the option of protesting, he places a hand on her shoulder and together, they orb out and back to the manor; appearing this time in the living room downstairs.

[lyresung]

@darephi​ said : “they’re gonna catch us—” ( hello it's me to ruin your day! to percy pls!!! )

“They’re not gonna’ catch us!” Famous last words, if ever there were any.  But Percy has always been the type to fake it ‘til you make it, and he’s not going to change that blind confidence now. He struggles not to laugh as he keeps his hands on Rachel’s hips and pulls her back slowly as they watch Chiron, Lester, Mr. D, and a few others walk past where they’d been hiding. “We’re mature adults that can do whatever we want. Like hide from deities and centaurs and all that--” He snorts. “It’s not like we did anything wrong.  And even if we did--  which we didn’t.”  He  wiggles his eyebrows. “They can prove nothing. Trust me, I used to binge watch Law and Order.”

[calledkore-archived]

@darephi​ asked "could you play with my hair?"

touch-starved starters!! // accepting !!

HER BROW LIFTS, confusion briefly touching over her expression. The girl was one that Persephone truly only knew of in passing -- one of the pet projects of Camp Half-Blood, not a demigod but a gifted young woman nonetheless. The latest of Apollo's Oracles, or something of that ilk. Was it her human nature that made her so confident as to make a request of a goddess, or was she simply so trusting an individual that she couldn't help but speak her mind?

Whatever the case, Persephone was endeared to her. Holding a hand out in the girl's direction, she gestures her closer, guiding young Rachel to sit with her. Her fingers play through the fiery red curls thoughtfully, wondering when she had grown to be so maternal. It wasn't as if her own daughter had wanted her to do this sort of thing; while Bianca hadn't gone out of her way to avoid her step-mother, it had always seemed as if she was TOO STRONG to show this sort of a gentility.

"Now, ain't you got a mama to do this sort've thing?" She finds a bit of paint in those curls, takes a moment to get it out as gently as she can, and finds herself thinking a moment too late that perhaps she doesn't.

[lingeringscars]

@darephi​ said 💌 (  leave my muse a card from a secret admirer. ) / pairing: adrian & rachel

valentine’s spirit coursed through his veins, was in the very breath he breathed. he knew other’s contempt for the holiday, but he doesn’t see anything wrong with a little ( or a lot ) of love. sure his heart aches on the years where there is no one special, but he sees nothing wrong with dedicating the day to make another lonely heart happy. who needs relationships to spread love? the one day he tries to give himself to just surround himself in love and ignore the ache in his heart that tells him he’ll always be alone. 

that is, until he stumbles upon the note that was clearly left for him to find. if it was meant to be a secret, she did a poor job, or maybe it was because he knew her better than she realized. ( there’s a distant thought that tells him that if he’s wrong it will be embarrassing for not just him. there’s a stronger part that tells him what is love if not a risk? ).   it doesn’t take long to find her in the studio, and when he leans against the door in what he hopes looks just perfectly nonchalant, he holds up the note. “you know.. if you wanted to remain anonymous, you should have changed the handwriting.” he’s entering dangerous territory by acknowledging that he knows her handwriting by now, well enough that he figured it out within moments. “unless you weren’t trying to. i wouldn’t blame you. i’m a hot commodity especially on this day.” 

meme: VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS  / status: may be selective

[damnyd]

@darephi

"maybe i'm crazy for claiming my freedom - for loving and leaving, a sick little heathen.” words trip lazy from silvered tongue as she combs fingers through long red hair, half-lidded eyes set not towards her companion but the stars dancing overhead in the velvety night sky. water laps at bare feet and dahut leans up on her toes for a moment, breathing air and the smell of salt and fish and sharp air.

when lithe form turns to peer sidelong at the other, it is with a smile that does not match the words. her FLIGHT had come at little choice from the once - princess, but she supposes she could have returned to shore, seen sister, seen kingdoms, seen things long dissolved to dust and memory. it is better this way ; to have not seen it at all with these new eyes.