#gttgic

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@starsfallen.

   ‘ note to self: lock away the weapons before maya touches the alcohol. ‘

    a  chuckle  escapes  her  lips,  messy  fingers  running  down  golden  locks.  “it  wasn’t  alcohol,  silly.  sara  gave  me  pot  brownies.  as  a  present.  for  my  birthday.”

[blindednephilim-a]

He yanked back the shower curtain.

     “Hey are we–– stop screaming, I can’t see you. Are we still training later?”

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      “so”,  she  trails  off,  licking  glossy  pink  lips  as  oceanic  blue  eyes  focus  on  the  lake  for  an  instance  --  fingertips  instinctively  reaching  out  to  hold  onto  her  shell  necklace.  she  is  never  this  nervous.  yet,  somehow,  being  around  him  makes  her  feel  unease.  the  word  crush  comes  to  mind,  but  she  chooses  to  brush  it  away.  because  --  how  could  it  be  that  she  has  a  crush  on  the  guy  who  is  most  likely  her  half-brother?  there’s  no  such  thing.  “what  did  it  feel  like?  when  you  were  claimed?”  @starsfallen.

[deucalionsdarcymoved]

                     ‘   who are you looking for?   ’   it’s just her in here:   everyone else moves on swiftly,   but darcy’s condemned here for another week and a few days.   her burns should only take three weeks to heal,   but as of now they’re irritating and painful all at once.   the worst part is when the bandages need to be changed:   that requires movement,   and she always needs to sleep after it.   she’s already had her morning nap,   though,   and was trying to focus on the history book in front of her before erica came in.   ‘   i think everyone’s at the climbing wall.   ’   /   @vaultstolen.

[rnbege-blog]

                    ‘   if you fix my playstation i’ll steal you parts from outside.   or mcdonalds,   whatever you want.   ’   usually,    everyone just wants mcdonalds:   there’s only so much cheese and grapes one can handle at camp,   though he’s pretty sure she’ll have everything she needs for her work.   camp comes fully equipped with its own forge;   raven probably forges them herself,   right?   he’s not sure;   he usually picks the climbing wall rather than arts and crafts with the hephaestus cabin as his free choice from two until four.   ‘   deal?   ’   /   @icarusque.

[rnbege-blog]

                   ‘   no.   ’   there’s absolutely no way he’s saying yes to letting a fifteen year old kid joining him when he sneaks out of camp.   if she wants to sneak out on her own and get herself killed?   fine.   he can live with that.   but he isn’t going to come back trailing an arm  (  because that’s all that’ll be left of her,   most likely  )  for proof that she’s dead.   because THEN it’ll be his fault,   and he’s pretty sure that would mean that chiron’s tolerance with him is all but gone.   /   @snatchfirst.

[rnbege-blog]

                    ‘   yeah,   ’   mbege answers with a nonchalant shrug,   gaze lowering to the knife in his hands as he carves away at a tiny wooden horse.   he’s not one for history and prefers to live in the present,   but he learned long ago that having something physical to remember it by helps his grades  ---  his mom can still make him suffer,    even from a distance and despite her being mortal,    if they fall below her expectations.    ‘   i can get you that.   WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?   ’

[danger-archive]

       “ So I just about SWOONED when I was chosen as Head Counsellor. Swooned, I tell you! Swooned! ” Daphne’s smile, lipgloss tight, and gleaming sharp as a dagger, takes up half her face. It’s a wonder she can speak when it stretches that wide. “ But I can’t say it doesn’t make sense. I mean, have you met me? ” 

–– open to group verse !!!