already over.

𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙇 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 !

          ❛ JUST A LITTLE BIT .  but  hey ,  it's  a  year  closer  to  graduation ;  maybe  i'll  actually  celebrate  it  this  time . ❜  because  when  mina  finished  the  standard  track ,  her  ’ graduation  party ‘  consisted  mainly  of  watching  horror  movies  with  cynthia ,  calling  her  parents and  lighting  candles  to  her  mother .  macaria  did  care  at  least  a  little  bit  about  one  of  her  children  graduating ,  right ?  ❛  oh  really ,  and  how  would  you  do  that ?  should  i  expect  you  to  spend  a  whole  day  texting  me  encouraging  memes  to  remind  me  of  my  worth ? ❜  the  suggestion  didn't  sound  much  like  him ,  which  is  what  made  it  hilarious  to  mina .  so  much  so  that  she  laughed .  either  way ,  it  was  nice  to  know  that  shiloh  cared .  ❛  you  think  so ?  i'm  getting  better  but  i  still  flinch  a  little  on  days  i  have  to  actually  touch  people , ❜  yet  there  hadn't  been  any  accidents  where  she  got  an  unwanted  vision .  not  thus  far  at  least .  ❛ i'll  just  have  to  find  a  patient  mentor . ❜  eyes  widen  a  bit  when  he  mentions  reading  as  of  lately ,  ❛ really ?  but  that's  great !  what  are  you  reading  right  now ?  maybe  it's  on  my  list . ❜

“Well, I wouldn’t mind but maybe I could ask you questions, that way you wouldn’t fully feel as if you were ignoring me.” An offering that she would rarely make to others. She wonders if he’d just freeze up if it genuinely made him nervous to be coding without entertaining her in the process. At his following words, she merely nods and smiles. It’s still hard for her to fully take in help from other people, there’s a stubbornness in her that she thinks is never going to leave. Nor does she wish for it to, not at the moment. Eloise will gladly take Oliver’s help, however. “That sounds nice. It sounds…..peaceful.”  An emotion that’s foreign to her altogether. For a moment, she watches him curiously, wondering if he’s always been this way or if there are things about him that she doesn’t notice. He seems put-together; if a bit anxious, and always seems to have a kind word to say to other people, to her, even when she doesn’t offer all that much kindness in return. At least, she’s trying to redeem that a bit now, or she thinks that’s what she’s doing. “I haven’t, no.” Bites down on her bottom lip, cheeks flushing because she’s a bit embarrassed to admit the next part. “I’m afraid they’d think differently of me, I guess, if I…..I don’t know if I’m not as brave or whatever as I might seem.” There are a thousand walls that Eloise has built up around herself at the fault of the people who claimed to be her parents and even the mere idea of letting someone see through any of them terrifies her. Maybe inside she’s always going to be the little girl fearing a God that didn’t even exist, that he’d somehow come down and condemn her for having her power. Her power still doesn’t feel like something that should be celebrated and that’s precisely the reason why she isn’t able to put her heart into practicing. Some dark corner of her mind still thinks that if she were able to master it, she wouldn’t use it for good. She wouldn’t be a good person, let alone a hero to anyone. She looks up at him through her lashes, wondering if he’s ever going to stop seeming like everything that she’s not. “Do you think…..can I ask you something kind of strange?” 

open starter | training building | @nlupdates

August glanced around the training floor and tried not to look as overwhelmed as she felt. During orientation, Marina had been firm about all demigods reaching a basic level of combat proficiency regardless of their official track, and August knew she was nowhere near where she needed to be to protect herself or anyone else. Running and hiding isn’t going to cut it anymore, she thought grimly. Now, she just needed to figure out where to start …

 Klaus  makes  a  face  at  the  healing  bite  mark  on  their  forearm.  A  long  night  out  resulted  in  mosquitos  making  the  demigod  their  dinner.  ❝  I’ve  only  really  iced  it.  ❞  He  admits.  Most  of  pain  had  subsided  away  at  this  point,  but  the  bump  had  only  slowly  dissolved  in  comparison.  ❝  Isn’t  there  some  sort  of  spell,  or  some  shit,  to  get  rid  of  it  ?  ❞

"That’s not a bad start,” she comments with an appreciative smile, because that’s more than most people do, and it’s what she would do if she discovered a mosquito bite on her own arm. “Perhaps there is. But I’m not a witch, I’m a doctor.” And she sure as hell didn’t bust her ass through med school just to cry on a mosquito bite! “Do you want me to make it better or no?”

“from a personal standpoint, obviously,” ariel says, tapping her stylus absentmindedly against the locked screen of her tablet, already itching for the distraction work offers again. “professionally, it makes sense because i’m sure she’s annoyed about it anyway.” she’d hoped to avoid tiktok as a content source as long as possible but she’d had to learn to embrace it. “unfortunately. but sponsored posts still pay well so… it is what it is.” ariel attempts a look of scorn but it fails, too amused at the thought of shiloh not wanting to be around her to ever actually take offense. “and to think you’re my first choice to spend time with.”

“you think i’d just let some ghosts bully me? all they do is cry way too much. it’s tryin’ to get them to stop that’s exhausting.”  rory frowns, incredibly unimpressed. no one’s got a solid sense of self-preservation these days.  “lettin’ people talk when they’re already runnin’ their mouths is how you end up a doormat. you know to defend yourself, don’t you?”  he meets her smile with a grimace. there’s just no way that’s the answer.  “ugh, no. what’s there to smile about? they’re dead.”

“Well, you can just pretend I’m not there. I’m very good at being quiet.” Because for the most part she rarely speaks to anyone as it is. A couple of her siblings and Oliver are the exception. Some people believe it’s because she thinks she’s somehow above them but really it’s because she’s a nervous wreck most of that time and that tends to project aggression rather than shyness. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own space, not on purpose. “I wouldn’t want to impose on your coding and then have you help me study.” Despite herself, Eloise is hoping he’ll object to her rejecting his help. Partially because she could use the tutoring and the other reason, well, she won’t allow herself to think about that. She listens intently to his story, there’s nothing in it that she finds embarrassing, it’s most endearing and very Oliver in a way. “Your power protects you or at the very least makes you feel protected. It’s nice.” That’s something she would like to be able to do. Eloise doesn’t hate her power nor does she ever wish that it wasn’t hers to carry but she wishes it wasn’t something that people immediately feared or that was incredibly difficult to control. Particularly with the temper that she tended to carry, there was always a subtle fear that she’d end up hurting someone instead. How could she be helpful if she found it so hard to figure out what she was doing? “Yeah, you’re right.” She says the words passively as if it embarrasses her to direct them towards anyone out loud. “I should focus more on practicing.” 

Kane thought that he’d meet the beginnings of rainfall when his vision adjusts, but there’s mostly clear skies sprawling behind Regan’s head. His sister looks unimpressed, nothing to be alarmed about. Kane lets his head connect with the floor again. “Weirdo’s worse than dude,” he points out to be annoying. “Ssh, you hear that?” Kane pauses, relishing in the silence. “That’s the sound of me going back to sleep.”

“how serendipitous,” marisa smiled warmly at the other girl, pleased to have the help. she seemed bright enough, eager to help, at least, so marisa almost didn’t feel guilty about getting lost for the fifth time that day. “of sorts, i guess — i’m training in the medical field and helpin’ miss marina with the recent problems.” her smile turned more serene, fully nonplussed by the discomfort she expected was felt by some of the people on campus. “have you ever met an anthro?”

“For now, you’re Oliver who can talk to plants, so I’ll count my blessings,” he chuckles. “Of course not!” Peter contests back easily. “I would reassess my work schedule, learn all about the proper maintenance of the various species in this apartment, and probably invest in some automatic watering cans,” he explains, already mapping out the itemized spreadsheet he would make in his head. “The more important thing is that I would really prefer nothing actually happen to you, Ollie.” He glances back over at his friend, assessing his facial hair and whether or not it makes him any more fatherly. “I think it’s the reproducing part. We’re too young, aren’t we?” Peter asks, though he already feels a million years old. “Too much going on, I mean.”

for safiye ( @alreadyovcr )

“out of curiosity, do you follow me on instagram?”

[ TZUYU (CHOU TZU-YU), SHE/HER, CIS WOMAN ] — [ SU-WEI “LYDIA” SHI ] is a child of [ CIRCE ] with the power of [ MYSTIOKINESIS ] . they were born in [ 1999 ] and have been in nemean lion since [ 2016 ] . with the change, they [ ARE TRAINING IN ] the [ TECHNOLOGY ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ TAKING THINGS APART & GETTING LOST IN WIKI RABBIT HOLES ] . if you’d like to meet them try the [ SUN ] building .

“Oh, she comes with a name already,” Cece laughs, glancing back at the plant and noting that the name did kind of fit. “Ramona who?” she asks, letting the words trail behind her as she’s already picturing the way she was probably going to get a lecture for not catching this pop culture reference. “Right, right, right, I always forget over-watering is a thing,” she muses, trying to commit it memory as she opens the fridge to scan her inventory. Nothing too exciting, but maybe Oliver would be into the tea she’d made just this week. “Sadly, the only house-warming gifts my friends bring me are cute plants, no cool mini-fridges,” Cece teases, grabbing the pitcher and a couple glasses. “Are you at all a milk tea person?”

“isn’t putting stuff on it to heal it your job, ma’am?” whines nate, trying to sound polite despite his words. “no, i haven’t. i don’t want to make it worse. that’s why i came to a medical professional.” he’d gotten a wound on his arm, nothing too bad but definitely an eyesore, in his opinion.