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[blackgardensandgraves]

Sketches And Mistletoe

@caelan-miracle

Theios was wearing a smoky grey sweatshirt that probably was a little too thin for the temperature, but after years of wearing things like this in cold climates, he was used to it. That, and he didn’t have anything else. Right now, though, the chilliness didn’t register nearly half as much as his anxiety did.

Christmas.

He hated the holiday. Well, no, he didn’t. The holiday was painful and never failed to stress him out. For the first time in years, he was safe on Christmas- and for the first time in years, he had to consider what to get people. Perhaps it was fortunate that he didn’t have a dollar to his name because at least it meant that everyone got a variation of the same thing.

Everyone got at least one sketch. Personalized and done to the best of his ability after he’d finally given in to the thought that maybe his past-time might be worth something after all. He was waiting for Caelan now, anxious about whether or not the other camper would like his gift. Of all the sketches he’d done for the season, the ones going to Caelan were perhaps the most useful- a series of scenes around Camp that, when put together and laid out, formed a map. He hoped Caelan wouldn’t be insulted by it.

[adamus-finch]

@dannyofiris

"I—wow..." Adam was trying to find the words to say, his lips curled a bit upwards as he looked at Danny. All he knew was that he just turned and Danny was over there, looking splendiferous as he always were, but more so tonight. "Hi."

[wedreamofgodzzz-blog]

Dev sat under the shade of a tree, hood pulled up, back against the trunk, hands in his pockets. His brother was taking another coma-like nap, so he was alone for the moment. Being new to camp was strange- he was one of the older campers, but he knew very little about its inner workings. He felt like he was well within his right to ask any questions about the place, but he didn’t know anyone. He watched as people hurried past him, chatting with friends or striding away with purpose. Sometimes it was pretty boring to be a demigod.

He considered taking a nap- sleeping in nature was lovely, and the slight chill to the air was nothing against his layers of clothing and ability to pass out. He mumbled to himself, “Well... a little one wouldn’t hurt. I’ve only nodded off once today.”

[elliott-parker-blog]

Elliott had always dreamed of going on his own quest, and he leaped at the opportunity to lead his own to retrieve the Ring of Gyges from rogue demigods. Now he had been and gone on the quest, starting with three of them and coming back as two - without Jamie - the son of Eros scolded himself for being so brash. A few days after he had come back, he ran a hand through his unusually messy hair and looked up at the person approaching him. “What?” He asked, not meaning to sound as harsh as he did. 

[alyssaim]

Beads of sweat rolled down her neck, and her left arm ached as she finished a sparring set. She was right-handed, and in order to become ambidextrous in sword fighting, she was trying to train strictly with her left hand. She had just started, so her left hand and arm were unaccustomed to the weight of the sword and the required agility. Alyssa winced slightly as she gingerly stretched out her stiff fingers but suddenly glanced up when she heard someone walk into her sword fighting area. “Hey..?”

[cassius-rath]

"Get in (or hop in), loser," Cassius called out as he hold on the gryphon, gesturing for the Camper to be quick. He was wearing a baby pink button down, while Chainsaw the gryphon had a pink ribbon tied one of her legs, her talons painted with glitter pink as well (Cassius had no idea where she got that). "We're going shopping!"

[teren-benoit]

@blackgardensandgraves ( @lucienofnyx )

The wolf walked quietly across the grounds of Camp Half-Blood, trying not to be noticed by the demigods walking in the worn paths around. He had came from a trapdoor his human self had left open to use for travelling back to Camp to look for the pack's honorary mother. A sniff told him that the son of Nyx was just nearby, maybe in his own cabin if the trail was fresh. He stepped on the porch, ears twitching as he tried to recognize who was moving about in the cabin.

[hauntedhollowpeace]

He sat on the steps of the Big House, staring emptily at a picture. Two identical smiling faces stared back- Casimir and Concord. He had no idea which one was which, and the matching garish orange shirts were of no help. Neither was the almost illegible script on the back, stating the date, location and their names, but giving no further clue.

He leaned forward, letting his hand droop as he rested his head on his knees. Everything still ached, his head and chest most of all. He suspected that if the healers found him out here, his head would ache quite a bit more. He had just made the decision to go back inside- extremities numb from the cold- when a bitter wind stole the picture. He swore and stumbled off the steps to catch it, nearly toppling into a figure.

“Sorry, I- My picture- Uh. Sorry.”