Ad Meliorum Cras

  “Is all this for the larpy-DND stuff?” Melanie questioned, grinning as she picked up the notebook; peaking through the pages, she took a seat on a clear section of the table. Though she hadn’t spoken to Heba much through the past summers, she did enjoy watching her stories unfold. “Do you need any help? I’ve always wanted to put my theatre days to use.“ She volunteered, handing over the notebook.

*.:｡ 

 “I would never!” Gage gasped dramatically, “I could never even consider doing something so traitorous - so vile!” 

He leaned down so that his face was level with hers, grinning, “You know you’re my one and only, Heba darling.” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and pressed a loud, obnoxious kiss to her knuckles.

Heba was the only person who felt like a constant in Gage’s life - the only motherfucker he trusted for miles around. If he were a better man, he’d tell her that more often - be more open about his feelings and all that mushy crap. But, he wasn’t, so he hoped she knew as much through his actions. Hoped it was enough.

“Get off for a moment, I gotta stretch. I’ve been sitting for too long and my ass is killing me.” He let her off his lap and gently deposited her on the ground, before standing up with a grunt. He placed both of his palms on his lower back and stretched until it clicked. 

“I trust you got into ample mischief while we were apart?” 

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“you’d better not. i’d die of heartbreak if you ever claimed another bestie.” she sighed dramatically, smile turning to a pout as he set her on the ground. “what ass? you mean that concave area below your back?” she stuck her tongue out, arms crossing as she pulled her legs in to sit criss-cross-applesauce. 

 ♩♫

“Whoa-ho,” Dylan chuckled when she pulled out the sword, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “Can’t say I’ve ever been in a swordfight, sadly, but there’s a first time for everything.” He picked up the sword and turned it over in his hands to admire it. It was surprisingly light, and seemed well-made enough that if he swung it it wouldn’t fall apart. 

“This Aggro-amazon guy sounds like a doozy. Is that Jeff Bezos’s alter-ego or something?” He joked. He swung the sword in his hand, and it cut through the air with a swish. “Also, what makes a forest haunted? I’d imagine there has to be a specific ratio of ghosts to trees.” 

 ♩♫

Dylan was always hesitant to try befriend anyone new, but Heba wasn’t exactly new. They’d both attended camp for years - Dylan would see her in passing, but had never really bothered to learn her name, or talk to her. 

No time like the present, he supposed.

He took a seat across from her, his long legs bending awkwardly to get under the table. 

“What’s all this?” He asked as he picked up the notebook, curious. He flicked through its pages before he handed it over. “Cult stuff?” He joked. “Can I join? I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be in a cult.” 

~

If there was one person he actually did want to see, it was Heba. So when she moved as if to leave, he laughed and let out a playful whine.

“Hebaaa!” He grabbed her hand and tugged her back, sending her sprawling into his lap. He wrapped his arms around his friend’s middle and propped his chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t be like that,” he huffed, “You know I’m always happy to see you.”

OOC:

Name: Xena

Age (must be 18+): 26

Preferred pronouns: She/They

Timezone: PST

Triggers: N/A

IC:

Name: Heba Almeida

Age (must be 18+): 22

Preferred pronouns: She/They

Face claim: Kiana Madeir

Canon or OC/skeleton: Skeleton - The Advocate

Job @ camp: Self Care & Mental Health Counselor