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[unchevalnoir]

“How old are you?” Jude asked from the position where he sat against a washed out wall. A snort escaped him immediately afterward and he reached back to lightly scratch his head. “I’m sorry to ask, just... maybe you’re older than you look.”

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[yourfirstsnow-archive]

Snow felt sick. Apparently, the camp was full of terrible cooks. Between the stench, heat, and soot clogging up Snow’s senses--he felt totally ill after spending hours in this place. Still, he’d forced down his own meal for the night, and now came to hand deliver a bowl of veggie stew for Gage he’d made in advance. Seeing his other housemate, Ender, and Grey around the fire, Snow decided to take a seat without fear of being scolded for it. “’last boat, huh? I was really sweating for a minute there. ‘so glad you all made it though.”

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[yourfirstsnow-archive]

Snow was still shaken up after dealing with the infiltration. Not because of what he went through, but because of what he saw; his comrades being struck down like thin logs beneath those ogre axes. The son of Artemis felt confident enough to seek out Greyson soon after he was discharged from the infirmary, but hoped the timing wasn’t still too soon. “Hey, I... I’m sorry you got hurt. I am. ‘thought I could hold those fucks back longer--but they went right for you guys.”

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[unchevalnoir]

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“I haven’t run into Ender yet.” Where was Olympus’ life of the party? Was Ender the fashionably late type? “Did you coordinate your Halloween costumes...?”

[softlittle-edits]

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