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❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞ [jean]

❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞

"We both know that's not quite true. There's someone that does -- don't fool yourself into thinking your past transgressions are just in the past. That your secrets will be kept as so. E v e r y t h i n g has a way of coming from the shadows & the people who want to know will know. The fates know that." It was a vague answer, one that almost didn't make sense, but she didn't need to explain herself to Jean. ----- "Wait, are you using an Odyssey reference? Even then, I'm not sure why you approached me with this. You almost intrigued me. Shame." Gods, someone's cranky.

#littlebakerboynoah #[ answered meme. ]#[ meme: jean. ]#[ jean. ]#lol artemis why u be cranky

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help. // “Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.” [jean]

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] I’m up. What’s happening?[text] I’m not useful if you need help with anything but mechanics. [text] Just saying.[text] There’s always Callista though.

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

Aiden stared at his brother, his mechanical hand scratching the nape of his neck. “You know, I’m not too sure I wanna do that.”His eyebrows furrowed as he stared Jean down for a couple of seconds before his hands reluctantly fell to his waistband. His fingers clumsily unzipped his fly as he stared at Jean awkwardly. ”This better be for science.”He just hoped no one would walk in on him undoing his pants in front of his brother. That might give people the wrong idea.

#i'm crying #aiden x jean #littlebakerboynoah #answered

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.” [noah]

Skylar wheezed loudly, her brown eyes widening. She looked like a deer in headlights--shocked, frozen, and scared for her life. "I will," she gasped. "Forgive me! Pleaaasseee."

#skylar x noah #littlebakerboynoah #answered

❜ a little compassion would go a long way. ❜ [cal]

Peter’s eyes narrowed at his older brother, his physique tense. He wasn’t a cold person, really, but Cal pestering him and following him around for the past few days didn’t really rub off in a nice way. Peter—hell, he was 21. He could damn well take care of himself.He rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly. “Fine,” Peter replied. “Maybe. If you stop being over-protective.”

#[ you're what i need right now ]#peter x cal #littlebakerboynoah #answered

You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞//❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞//❝ Who’s the girl? ❞//If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ [sorah]

❝ You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞

"I don’t really care about the old days. Whatever it is now, it just … is. We can’t help it,” Soren said nonchalantly. “There’s no point of missing days that we won’t get; times we can’t relive. That’s why I’m going to win. The times may never be the same again, but we can make them worth living.”Oh, hell. When did he become someone who enjoyed preaching? Soren’s eyes narrowed—he didn’t … he didn’t want Noah to know about how he was fine with being alongside the Titans.Because truly, all Soren wanted to do was win. It didn’t matter what side he was on.

❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞

Soren almost choked from the scoff that rose from his throat. “And how, exactly,” he started, his eyes becoming slits, “do you have the idea in your mind that you’re a bad person?”Soren’s pink lips curved upwards into a sardonic smile, his expression callous. “It’s pretty simple, Williams. You’re good. I’m not. I don’t do what’s right, I do what’s easy.”The funny thing was that Soren didn’t care. He could be called selfish, self-serving, a coward but it would not change him one bit. He deserved to go to Hell. Might as well enjoy the ride there, right? On the other hand … Noah didn’t deserve the same fate. Even he was not selfish enough to take advantage of someone like him—Noah was too whole, too righteous, too pure to get dragged down to the Fields of Asphodel or worse."Keep doing what you’re doing, kid. You’ll get places without me by your side."

❝ Who’s the girl? ❞

"Who the fuck is the girl? I don’t know either, kid,” he laughed, the boy’s comment amusing him.To him, there was no point of loving someone when there was the chance of losing them. And he knew he would lose them sooner or later—it was kind of a given ever since he was claimed as a demigod. Soren liked stability. He liked having an easy life even if it was given to him in all the wrong ways.Dating a girl? Sure, it’d be nice, maybe. Not in the long run, though. He didn’t need to feel negative emotions anymore.Wait. What made Noah think that he had a girl?"Oh, gods, Noah. Please tell me you’re not talking about Mary.”

❝ If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞

Like hell he would. If there was anyone who he’d put his trust into for saving his life, it was the person standing in front of him. He didn’t deserve any bit of Noah, but for some unknown reason, Noah still liked him.It should’ve made him amused. Happy, even. Soren could so easily take this boy’s trust and shatter it. He’d get one good use; one chance do use Noah’s trust and turn it around on him to cut himself. One betrayal.But it made him infuriated. He just wanted him to get out; leave before he got burnt from playing with fire. People say that there’s always an exception to a rule . . .Noah was his exception. Get burnt if you meddle with fire. But what if the thing that was meddling with fire was water?Maybe if he had a caring soul somewhere in his empty body, he’d manage to care about Noah. Or maybe this was his sick way of protecting the boy he could’ve cared about in another time; another life. Either way, he would not stop pushing him away.”No,” Soren said. “I wouldn’t trust you to save my life.”

#[ please don't say you love me ]#soren x noah #im so mad at soren for the last one #littlebakerboynoah #answered

You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞//❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞//❝ Who’s the boy?"//If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ [cal]

❝You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞

"Do you mean when I didn’t have to deal with you asking me personal questions? Or uncomfortable ones like these." A sad smile crossed her lips as she bumped her head against Cal’s shoulder, inhaling a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "I miss knowing we were the heroes, that we won. I miss knowing that mom’s safe. I miss my family. But — I have to believe there will be more good days."

❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞

"Not everyone’s you! Doing what’s right comes easy to you! When you’ve got amazing powers, and are recognized for them. I can’t do anything to help us, not like you can. For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to find my mother. I just wanted to know who she was, and now she’s fucking locked up somewhere, maybe dead. So, stop with the holier than thou act, yeah?" It was an uncharacteristic outburst of Callista’s, one she hated to have, but no one around her seemed to understand. She may have had Aiden, and all the rest of what she liked to call her ‘band of grumpy men’, but she had no one else. The closest she had ever gotten to family were these people at camp. Calcifer was the closest to a brother she’d ever had."I want to help — I do, and I’m going to, but it’s hard just being the moral support all the time. But if it’s the least I can do — I’ll do it. You’ll go down in the history books, while I’ll be forgotten, but don’t you dare act like I don’t want to do what’s right either. Just because I’m scared. Just because I’m also h u m a n."

❝ Who’s the boy?❞

"Who’s the girl?" Callista countered, raising her eyebrows in his direction. If he was going to avoid the subject when they talked about Sarah, she definitely wasn’t going to confess a single feeling that was not platonic for a boy. Not even if probably everyone knew who this boy was. She smirked, happy to have hopefully caught him off guard, maybe just a little. "When you fess up, I’ll do the same."

❝If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞

Why was he asking a question like that? Such a fragile one, such a pertinent one. One that was easily applicable in these volatile times — but the answer was obvious, at least to her. “Yes. Of course. I trust you. -------------- Should I have a reason not to?”