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[guardian-freja-blog]

A ideia de ter que morar em um novo lugar incomoda Freja profundamente. Morava no Camp Half Blood a anos, praticamente só saindo de lá para missões. Mas ele sabe que essa mudança é para melhor, e sabe que todos estarão seguros nessa nova casa. E que casa.

A margem da festa, acreditando estar sozinho e totalmente concentrado em seus pensamentos, ele levanta seu copo e diz para si mesmo

-- Um brinde a nova casa.

Mas antes de beber o hidromel, nota que na verdade não estava sozinho, havia alguém exatamente ao seu lado. Se vira de súbito com o rosto corando de encabulado, por ter sido pego de surpresa.

[gui-know-how-to-drink-blog]

- Deixa eu provar isso dai

Disse e sem cerimonia tomou o drink da mão dx colega, e provou.

- Nãaaao, não. Ta faltando algo aqui. Tá muito fraco. Como pode dizer q ta bom? Esperava mais de você. Perai, quem é você?

[spearofintelligence-blog]

Exercise, this is exactly what Stavros needed. He paced around his room for awhile wondering what he should do to clear his head. He tried texting his sister but she never replied. Problem was what should he do?

There wasn’t a gym for his to do laps but the training room was the closest thing. Wesley did say that they wanted to have a swimming competition with someone but dates never aligned. To the training room it was then, he bolted there at his top speed and then- THUD. He bumped into somebody, “Sorry, are you alright?” he asked worriedly. 

[atomuwasuta]

“Mendokusai,” Atomu sighed looking at the 200 some unread emails that had come in while he was having breakfast. Atomu still couldn’t believe they let him go to America, he half expected for the plane to stop on the run way and for him to be escorted back to the company. He knew he’d fail eventually so why stick around to see it happen. 

Egg. The English language was very hard. But, thankfully he got his eggs rice and miso soup for breakfast, despite the weird looks. On the other hand he was glad to have more options for breakfast, fruit, all sorts of breads, and many juices. fermented beans weren’t looking so delicious next to fried meat. 

200 the number alone seemed ridiculous and most of them were just about where he was or is he resigning from the company. The company. Not his company. But it was, it was all his and he still after a year had no way to run it. He didn’t expect for an answer to show up during breakfast but taking a step back was going to help. He didn’t want to spend another day sleeping at his desk so the investors thought he was doing a lot of work to impress them. 

Did he know how to run a multi billion dollar company? No. But there was no way he was going to resign from it, he’d be shamed in his family for generations. And he wouldn’t disgrace his family line by giving up and handing it over the one thing his family had created. Keiretsu. 

[ofjamesandwar]

James had a habit of putting his foot into his mouth - he’d never been good at comforting Ches when she cried, and when he had spotted her a day ago - or was it two now- crying in the common room in front of the fire - well - he had done so.

He’d asked her if she was pregnant - fuck - there was probably no recovering from that.

She had been pretty grumpy after that - crying and grumpy wasn’t a good combo. Her brother had died - although she refused to tell him why - just that Logan was gone.

Perhaps she wouldn’t have told him that much under normal circumstances - maybe she would have opened up to him if it wasn’t for her insane loyalty to Ivan. He wasn’t quite sure, but as he stared at the chess board in the common room, he wasn’t sure what to do to come back from his stupid mouth this time.

Maybe flowers and an I’m Sorry balloon? Then again, Ches had given him the look.

Yeah, he was screwed.

[emmrxdd-blog]

Suspirou pesado, irritada com o fantasma que lhe seguia pelos últimos dias. No geral não se importava muito com eles, mas este era especialmente chorão, o que lhe irritava um pouco. Depois de um tempo ouvindo-o falar sem parar, exasperou-se e olhou para a direção do fantasma. “Dá pra parar de me encher?!”, perguntou furiosa, só então se dando conta de que havia um semideus atrás do fantasma que, provavelmente, achava que ela estava falando consigo. “Ah, merda... eu não estava falando com você, foi mal.”

[the-littlestcheshire]

Ches honestly was not doing so good today. She had received a box of mail from her grandparents, filled with things from Logan’s room he would have wanted her to have. The keys to his Porsche, his sheet music, his favorite jacket.

There was a couple drawings - scribbled by a little girl who absolutely adored her brother. His childhood teddy bear that sat on his shelf, she couldn’t help but pick that up and hug it close when she saw it in the box. And at the bottom of the box, where the teddy was sitting, was a sealed letter. She picks it up, the tears starting to fall when she notices the handwriting on the front - it was addressed to her.

Why did Logan write her a letter?

She rubs the tears away stubbornly, taking the letter and leaving her  and Ari’s shared bedroom. She supposed that wasn’t the smartest move, but she genuinely wanted to sit near the fire, in her favorite comfy chair. Plus, nobody would question a letter from home, right?

That was, until she started to read the letter. It was an in case his addiction killed him letter, reminding him that he absolutely adored her, and was forever thankful to have her as a sister. That he was sorry he failed her, and that he’d be okay.

She puts the letter away, trying to prevent the letters from running like the tears down her cheeks. Perhaps no one would notice? She could get that lucky.

[spearofintelligence-blog]

Stavros’ morning didn’t start as well as it usually would. He woke up one hour later than he was supposed to.  He was also feeling a bit sick. With the weather changing and all but, felt that he had to go outside for just a bit today.

He walked outside and breathed in the crisp autumnal air. Seeing all the leaves changing colors made him happy knowing that Winter was approaching soon. He looked around and shivered, knowing it was too late to go back into his room to get a heavier jacket. But headed towards the courtyard.

Upon getting there Stavros reached his hands inside his pockets for a bit of warmth and found a hard, cold, metal object.

His harmonica

He slowly began playing the tune of Piano Man without caring who may be there and what they may think. Stavros needed something to focus on right now.