I'm Yours

[the-windswept-designer]

sammysansby:

“Serissa? No I don’t think I know her. But it’s good that you’re designing things that would be comfy to wear, and practical. Some of those bras i’ve seen look ridiculous when would you even wear them? Only on a run way for five minutes and then change because there’s a wire that’s broken and now poking into their boob.” Sam had been around more then his fair share of female models and they really did complain about their bras more often then not.

Sam nodded slowly. “I’m glad if you’re enjoying yourself that’s all that matters.” Ellie was not the same, his Ellie didn’t even think about putting herself out there and even trying to learn to fight. “If you want I could teach you hand to hand combat. I do this thing where I can pick up any sort of weapon and know how to use it. I’m not good don’t get me wrong but, I excel in hand to hand combat.”

Looking like his siblings wouldn’t be bad in the long run but working out that much and keeping a strong overtly muscular appearance just seemed like too much work.It was similar to models, they worked specific muscles so they didn’t look muscular and then could do a single push up. They had muscles just not in the places anyone would want them. “Thanks,” Sam smiled. “You look good too.” But not as good as the week after she’d spent at his house eating.

“Did you know that when you’re in an eating contest its best to eat as much as you can in the first thirty or something minutes before you feel full? I don’t do that I know how much I should be eating verses not.” Sam really wanted a piece of cake but that would destroy all the hard work he’s done. “But fun fact about competitive eating.” Knowing useless factoids was Sam’s specialty. He’d written a paper about the history of circumcision on a Calculus test once.

“That’s the one! I know he’s kind of grown up. By grown up I mean he gets drunk on a daily and doesn’t wake up before noon. But he is bigger height wise, and wow, he filled into his lanky arms.” Sam laughed remembering the not so smooth but still smooth Alan. “He’s not too drunk so often his partner kind of I dunno made him grow up. They are super cute together.”

Ellie nodded and smiled. "Victoria's Secret is the worst," she admitted, fiddling with her hair. "Some of the angel wings they design for their Angels are so impractical. The models have to worry about falling backwards on the runway. That's not right. They should design them to be more practical. It's bad enough those women are parading down a runway in underwear with hundreds of cameras flashing at them." Ellie wanted to change the way lingerie was designed. She wanted to promote comfort while still looking good and making a woman feel sexy.

Ellie's face lit up. She knew her hand to hand combat was lacking. She specialised at being at a range. But sometimes, that just wasn't possible. "I'd love that," she mused, the idea already flickering through her head. It was a chance to reconnect with Sam. Even if they never got back to where they were. She wouldn't have minded getting back to 'friends'. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd missed him. More than she'd even thought she had. "I haven't had a lot of training with that. And I know I like being at a distance, but it's not always possible, so it might be nice to have that skill."

Ellie blushed, turning her attention to the food on her plate. She picked up a carrot and dipped it in her humus. She didn't look good. Not really. She was plain, average in every way. "Um, thanks," she mumbled, unable to shake the blush from her cheeks. "I've been thinking of cutting my hair short, but I don't know. I really like it long too." She wasn't really looking for anything. Just Sam's honest opinion. She wasn't sure on the idea, and just needed to talk to people about it.

Ellie shook her head, tucking some hair behind her ear as she smiled at Sam. "I didn't know that," she murmured softly. It struck her how much she missed this. She missed the little random facts that he always seemed to have. "I used to love your little factoids. You always had a different fun fact for me. It was always so fascinating."

Ellie laughed softly. Alan sounded pretty much the same, never really taking much seriously. "So basically, he's no longer Noodle Arms, but still almost always a little drunk?" Ellie asked, unable to keep the smile from her voice. She and Alan had never been particularly close, but he was always a lot of fun to be around. "Oh? Is he dating his partner then? I never thought he'd be the type to settle down like that."

[the-windswept-designer]

sammysansby:

“Well she really liked you, still does. Call her, or send her a letter she’s more than willing to keep helping you.” Sam smiled softly, he still couldn’t get over how much his mother loved Ellie. His mother’s opinion was vital to who he dated and she loved Ellie.

Sam shook his head, “No I get it.” He said ignoring her touching his food to organize it. It was like they were back at his house making tacos with Alan. “Thanks, I’m pretty sure most people here like me too. And just wait the more I keep this up the more I’ll probably look like the rest of my siblings.”

He wanted to give her everything, he wanted to take her shopping for food and watch her be excited to eat. Sam was always so worried about Ellie eating she was thin, too thin like some of the models in Paris before they passed laws on how thin you could be. Sansby had something similar but they calculated out the ideal weight to muscle ratio and how to make sure their models were healthy.

“But you aren’t eating it that makes me think you don’t like it. I know it’s probably better than the food I’ve cooked, feel free to enjoy yourself, clear you plate. I know i’ll finish all of mine.” Sam knew Ellie had tricks that she used to make it look like she was eating, even when she didn’t. It was similar to the way that when Sam was under evaluation for anger management he’d distract the test giver. because the one time he hadn’t he was almost sent to a ward.

“Alan’s here too, and you have a sibling their name is Deryn and they are amazing. my partner actually. Alan’s partnered to this girl, her names Zelda, daughter of Hypnos who doesn’t sleep but she’s really nice. And he’s kind of into her and won’t really say anything. Kind of annoying really, I plan to chase him around with healthy relationship books and throw them at him because it’ll hit him in the face. You’re welcome to join me if it happens.”

Ellie nodded. She knew Eve liked her. She's the reason Ellie was here in the first place. "Oh, I do, we talk every now and then," Ellie said. Eve was a wonderful woman. "She talked me into coming here actually. Thought I should be trying to help the world and work on my designs. It's worked out very well. My partner, Serissa, do you know her? But she loves modelling my designs for me. And it's nice having someone tell me what is and isn't comfortable."

She's done more design work here that she had anywhere else actually. Having that model really helped. Ellie was very grateful to Serissa for that. And Eve for convincing her to come here. "I was skeptical, I mean, you know I've never been much of a fighter, but I've gotten very good with a bow. Ches and I practise together sometimes." She wasn't the same girl Sam remembered. She could defend herself better now. She wasn't as quiet, soft-spoken, and shy as she once was.

Ellie Brennan had grown up.

Well, a little bit at least. She smiled at Sam. "Well, I hope you don't look like them," she said, eating some more of her carrots. "I think you look perfect just like this. You look strong but not too strong. You look amazing. Better than you did in high school. And I thought you looked amazing then too." He looked better than she did. She wasn't that pretty. After Sam left, almost no one had been interested in her. Maybe she was only attractive to guys like Sam? Even then it didn't make sense. Sam grew up around models. She would have thought he'd go after someone like Alan, someone with all the obvious signs of attractiveness. Someone Eve would have signed to be a model in a heartbeat.

Not someone plain, like her.

Ellie's cheeks heated into a blush. "Oh, I'm eating, just slowly," she said with a shy smile. "We can't all eat like you." She was eating slowly. She knew that Sam knew most of her tricks. But it's not a bad day. She was planning on eating. "And I got a little distracted. I still can't believe you're here too."

A sibling? Ellie had never gotten along well with her other half-siblings. And on her mother's side, she was an only child. But the other child of Zeus she'd met were arrogant, full of themselves, and spent most of the time she was around them making fun of her friends. Namely Sam.... But if Sam worked this one, they couldn't be all bad. "Alan? He's here? As in, Alan Cooke?" Ellie questioned, remembering Alan to be the type to completely avoid all responsibility. "As in the guy who literally spent a whole month drunk? He's here? Actually working? Or is it like a quarantine Mr. D put him in? And you know he hates when you throw things at him. Like that one time, you wanted to show off your, curve ball? That's a baseball thing right? And you threw it and Alan happened to be in the way? He had a black eye for a week."

[the-windswept-designer]

thelittlestdemigod:

Deryn had found out about their half-sister via Sam. The shorter demigod had pratically flung themselves about their room after that, fixing their appearance and getting ready to go meet their sister.

Deryn paused after tugging a shirt on. Their sister. That felt weird to say, but it just made Deryn even more excited than before. They hadn’t been alone per say, but going from the oldest of 6 to an only child had been.. well, diffucult to say the least.

They made their way down to the cafeteria, which is where they would expect to find the girl at this time of day. If not, well, they’d find her eventually. Deryn hovered in the entryway to the main hall, eyes flickering around the room trying to find her. When they finally spotted a blonde girl with electric blue eyes, their heart rate spiked.

Oh god. What if they weren’t what she was expecting? What if she didn’t like them? What if they didn’t get along? I mean, she was gorgeous and they were.. not. Deryn took a deep breath, steeling their resolve and pushing away those anxious thoughts before making their way over to Ellie.

With a bright smile, they approached her table. “Hi! I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, my name’s Deryn Fletcher. It’s nice to meet you!” They introduced, holding their hand out for her to shake.

Ellie looked up, stopping the air currents around the apple, the fruit spinning to a stop. She smiled. The eyes. This was a child of Zeus. And her suspicions were confirmed when they introduced themselves as Deryn. This was Sam’s partner and her half-sibling. Ellie had been raised an only child. She’d always wanted to have a brother or sister. 

Sure she’d met a few other children of Zeus at Camp Half-Blood. But she never really felt comfortable around them. She usually hung around the few friends she’d had. Sam being one of the major ones. And for some reason, the rest of her siblings never seemed to like the son of Ares. And despite hanging around with Alan, who everyone seemed to like, Sam and Ellie were still nobodies. 

Even the few times she’d been invited to hang out with Serissa, well, she still managed to be a nobody. She wasn’t that pretty. And before Sam, no one really noticed her like that. Standing next to the daughter of Aphrodite during her awkward teen years? Well, Ellie just disappeared behind Serissa’s glow. 

Ellie shook her head. She’d been lost in her thoughts. “Uh, hi Deryn,” she said, shaking the demigod’s hand. “I’m Ellie Brennan, and Ellie isn’t a nickname. Most people think it is. But, um, you’re a monster hunter right?” She knew that answer. She knew Deryn was a monster hunter. She knew they were Sam’s partner and she knew that’s what Sam did. “I, um, I’m kinda new here. I don’t know many people. Pretty much just Alan and Zelda, Serissa and Ches, and I’ve seen Ari once, and Sam of course.”

[the-windswept-designer]

sammysansby:

“I’m good.” Sam looked over Ellie’s face, gods she was as beautiful as the day he left her. “I’m glad you’re designing, My mother used to go on and on about how amazing you were.” Amazing in every way not just her designs. Eve kept trying to get Victoria secret to pick her up but most of the time they weren’t interested.

Sam felt his cheeks heat up, slightly rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Thanks, I’ve been working out way more than usual.” That was horribly true. More often than not he was letting off energy from being trapped in the building. Sure it was big but Sam still felt a bit trapped, and he needed to blow off some steam by beating things up.

“Europe? It was fun. I saw a bunch of different places, it was really nice, well from what I remember.” Sam laughed softly, she knew that he wasn’t the best kid and that he did party and have fun. “You would have loved seeing some of the cities I saw. Rome, Venice, Paris, next time we’ll go together.”

Seeing her flinch slightly was not good. “Uh here you should have one of my sandwiches. And here, veggies fruit, I’ll share with you like old times.” Like when they were dating and Sam made sure she was eating.

He slowly started eating himself looking at her face smiling softly. He’d been so close to saying he loved her, even now every feeling he had was still there. But he knew that they weren’t going to be good for each other. Sam needed someone who was going to punch him if he was being stupid and call him out on his bullshit. Deryn did that. Someone who could roll with the chaos that was his life. When Sam went to destroy his whole life he did and Ellie wasn’t anywhere near him. Deryn was right there and flipped him on his back. That was why he needed Deryn, not Ellie.

But damn did he want her.

Ellie nodded. “She’s really helped me keep designing, even though most of my designs don’t get very far,” she admitted. Most of the designs that she’d made, well, Ellie had sewn them all herself. She wore some of them. The most practical designs at least. She preferred being able to wear something she’d designed specifically to fit her body.

Ellie smiled at him, unable to stop her eyes from travelling down his chest. Gods did she miss him. She didn’t realise how much she missed him. She thought she was over him. She thought she was done. But no. Five minutes into talking to Sam, she already felt all the old feelings start to bubble up.

“Well, you look even stronger than I remember,” Ellie said, reaching across the table to straighten Sam’s veggies, pushing them into order. “You don’t look as weak as you used to. I mean, not that you were weak. I know you’ve always been strong, just, you’ve sorta grown into your shoulders, and hands. I’m not making much sense am I….” Ellie trailed off. She was rambling. He did look good. Better than she remembered, and he was really handsome back then too.

It wasn’t a popular opinion from her memories, but Ellie had always thought that Sam was more attractive than Alan. She wondered if he grew into himself too. She remembered he had limbs like spaghetti noodles. It was a weird look for the quarterback of the football team. “I would like that,” Ellie said, her cheeks turning pink. She’d always wanted to go those places. Milan too. The more she could see of the world, the better she could make her designs.

At the offer of food, Ellie shrugged, looking down at her tray of minimal food. Sam had always eaten more than Ellie ate in a week for a single meal. “Oh, um, no, it’s okay,” she mumbled, gesturing at her relatively untouched meal. “I have food. See? Orange, carrots, celery, humus, and a granola bar.” She dipped a carrot stick into the humus before taking a small, delicate bite. “I wasn’t going to get the humus originally, but it looked good and it sounded like a good idea.”

That’s right. She didn’t need to not eat to be lovely for Sam. He seemed to like her better when she ate. She’d almost forgotten. Gods. Sam made her feel good. Almost like she wasn’t the failure her mom used to say she was. She missed Sam. She missed the way he made her feel. He was amazing.

What were the chances that Ellie would run into Sam here of all places?

[the-windswept-designer]

@thelittlestdemigod​

She’d heard that there was another child of Zeus here at HI-6. She wasn’t totally sure who they were or what they looked like. She’d just heard the name ‘Deryn’ and that they were partnered with Sam. That meant they were probably friends with the son of Ares. She wanted to meet them. Not just because of Sam, but she’d never really had a chance to get close to one of her half-siblings before. All the ones she’d met were arrogant and self-important.

She didn’t care much for people like that. She tried to avoid them to the best of her ability.

She knew little of Deryn. She wasn’t totally sure where she should go to search for the demigod. But there were a few places she could think of. Child of Zeus, likely fond of flying. She could start in the courtyard. Or she could grab an apple and just sit in the cafeteria. Most people went there eventually. She could look for someone that has the familial traits common to the children of Zeus. In other words, look for a person with startlingly blue eyes.

Shouldn’t be too hard. Her eyes were similar in colour. At least, she thought was something children of Zeus had in common. She could be wrong. Honestly, she didn’t pay that much attention to that sort of thing. Take Sam for example. The son of Ares was not that tall (certainly he was not short either), but he was of average height and more slender build. The opposite to most children of Ares that she’d seen.

In other words, she’d probably have better luck making a sign that said ‘Deryn’ and walking around until someone said “hey that’s me”. Sighing to herself, Ellie went to the cafeteria, grabbing an apple and tossing it in her hand absently. She probably wasn’t going to eat it... She also grabbed a bottle of water and took up a seat at an empty table.

She twirled the air around the apple, making it spin on the table. It was an amusing trick. She often used something similar to distract others from her, questionable, eating habits. If she could distract them long enough with her “magic” tricks, maybe they wouldn’t notice that she was playing with her food and not eating it.

[the-windswept-designer]

sammysansby:

Sam was very happy he had a good workout a nice shower and now he got to eat. He grabbed a sandwich, some veggies, some fruit, another sandwich, salad, and this soup thing that looked good. Sam was his own army he need a lot of sustenance. Or at least that’s what he told people since he was constantly eating.

He felt the stares on his back and turned around holding his food. Ellie. He almost dropped his food he was so stunned. She was the last person he expected to see here. DERYN. They were siblings Sam almost had a panic attack right there.

He blamed Ares for this one.

Sam walked over with his food and sat in front of her. “Ellie… It’s so nice to see you. Are you doing okay? Is everything okay?” Every emotion that he had about her suddenly resurfaced. Gods she looked amazing, thin, but amazing. He wanted to hold her and tell her how much he still thought about her.

He almost forgot about Deryn. Who was going to kill him no doubt if he even made a move on their sister. Sam was in deep. So deep he might never resurface. But damn did she look amazing.

Ellie took a moment, trying to find her words. They all disappeared. Sam was, the last person she thought would be doing this. She thought he was still touring around Europe. Instead he was back in the States. Not just that. He was, a co-worker. This was, she needed to say something. She was just staring, as if she were re-committing his face to memory. She didn’t need to see him to remember what he looked like.

“Sam,” she said, her voice soft. She didn’t trust herself to speak any louder. She, didn’t trust herself not to break down in tears. She was over him. They were years ago. They were cool. And yet, here she was, staring at him like she used to. “It’s, everything is fine. I’ve been doing well, um, still designing lingerie, and I just started here a few months ago. Um, how are you?”

Don’t say it Ellie. Don’t say it. Don’t- “You look good,” she said, saying the exact words she was trying so hard not to. But it was true. He did look good. She didn’t realise just how much she’d missed him. “How longs it been? A year at least. How was Europe?” She felt like, like almost no time had passed. All of the time she spent moving on, gone the moment she saw him.

‘You stupid bitch. He doesn’t care about your feelings. He never did.’

Ellie visibly winced, the words her mother had said when she’d been broken hearted after he left her. Those words stung. Because Ellie cared so much about Sam. She’d loved him once upon a time.

[the-windswept-designer]

@sammysansby

Today was a good day. Ellie didn’t find herself walking into the cafeteria very often. At least, not on her own. Grabbing a tray, she grabbed a few things. An orange, a granola bar, carrots and celery sticks. She even splurged and got some humus for her veggies. She took a seat in the corner of the cafeteria and began to pick absently at the veggies.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten this much food. She tried to tune out the nagging voice of her mother. ‘You think anyone would be attracted to you if you eat like that?’ She could imagine her mother saying. Ellie winced, almost shrinking away from the food on the table. No no. Her mother was not here. She wasn’t here. She hadn’t seen her in a year. Not since Eve told her to get out of there and set her up with a small studio apartment.

Ellie owed Eve Sansby a lot. She’d done so much for her. It was thanks to Eve that she had a genuine chance to be a real designer. It was thanks to Eve that Ellie was here trying to make a difference. She’d never been much of a fighter. Sure. She was adept with a bow and arrow, but she wasn’t a fighter. She didn’t like the idea of hurting anyone. Not even a monster. But the mist support, that was an interesting idea. Let her help without having to fight.

Ellie nibbled at her celery, dipping it into her humus. That’s when something caught her. No. Not something, someone. She looked up, squinting at the back of the person. He looked so familiar, he looked like- Sam. The person turned around. It was Sam. Ellie was just staring, celery suspended between her lips and the humus. To be honest, he was the last person she expected to see here.

Snapping back to herself, Ellie fussed with her hair, pulling the blonde curls over her shoulder, she looked down at herself. Oh she shouldn’t have eaten. She’d have been so lovely if she hadn’t…. 

'That’s never going to work. He never thought you were worth his time. He just pitied you.’

[the-windswept-designer]

[the-windswept-designer]

And I will find my strength to untame my mouth.

Ella Henderson