THROUGH THE YEARS, KAMERON HAS MET MANY PEOPLE. she's hated, loved, despised, & admired. but this ? this is a whole new breed of emotion. they haven’t talked much other than kameron throwing remarks around & yet here they are, sparing together. for some reason, they’d been paired. out of everyone in camp--- it was this innocent, shy girl, that just got under kam’s skin so easily. “ am i DISTRACTING you, sweet-heart ? “ crooned the demigod, eyes narrowing just a tad bit. pink lips curl up into a smirk, showing just how amused she is when her opponent's weapon clings against the earth. once more, kameron has disarmed the girl. by now, nearly every dirty rule in the book has been played. but then again, as a child of THE TRICKSTER GOD, she had a reputation to uphold.
her blonde hair moves with every twist & turn. she should have thought to pull it back. easily, someone could GRAB & PULL until she was begging for them to let it go. she had even thought of cutting it once or twice. being tender headed was no treat. it shimmers in the sun, as if she were a child of APOLLO instead. gently, she blows a stray piece of hair away to push it out of her line of sight, as she reaches down to grab tori’s weapon. her smirk only GROWS when she hands it back.
“ here. try not to drop it this time, would you ? ”
starter. mcrtaly
