𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦

✗ ( a starter for @euhande​​​ ! )

he rubs his palms together and tries to swallow a choke. pumping his lungs like  a water well, he breathes out hot air through pursed lips and wrings his sweaty fingers. by the gods, he’s nervous. all the giddy, fluttery butterflies that tail a typical kid’s crush returned to his stomach like a second invasion.

and he feels just like that kid again. hiding behind a tree, watching hande do literally anything. and he knows, from what little time he’s spent with full mortals, how beautiful and radiant demigods always look in a crowd. gleaming hair or bright white eyes or sparkling smiles. there’s always something about a demigod that makes them noticeable, beautiful — everything about them tied together so well, you can’t help but stare a little.

he wonders now if hande is actually a goddess, blood solely ichor; she shines even in this sea of demigods, he thinks, having trouble recalling if he’s seen anyone more… well, for all the languages he claims to know, he can’t even find the right word.

“hey, hande,” he says, a smile finding his face like a knee-jerk reaction. he hears himself before he even knows he’s talking, feels his hand touch her shoulder ever so gently before he can even think to move. suddenly, she’s right in front of him ( or, he’s right in front of her — she was minding her business when he came from behind and just started talking. ) but she is startlingly close and bright as the sun. he wants to close his eyes — he feels he might go blind. what the fuck? he thinks, glancing accusatorially at his feet. they must have carried him here without warning. 

“troy,” he says, gesturing towards himself — icarus without wings. he definitely sounds more composed than he feels, more casual than absolutely scrambling. he reintroduces himself like he wouldn’t mind if she’d forgotten about him — as if. 

“we went to camp together. i, uh—“ he opens his mouth to say something. something about i ran the hermes cabin with my siblings, and i kept you company before you were claimed, and i spent an entire afternoon baking you a goodbye-slash-congratulations cake but i never gave it to you because i got too nervous and i thought you were so cool and talented and smart and pretty and now that i think of it, i don’t think i even said goodbye at all. he changes course, running fingers through his hair — nervous tick, “it’s so great to see you again. you look amazing! how’ve you been?”

*

camp summers are a hazy montage in hande’s mind, purposefully remembered in such a way in order to block out the more unpleasant bits of her residency. a young girl shouldn’t possess so much rage, and she was far less dignified when she was fourteen and unclaimed, trapped in the hermes cabin for an entire summer before her doting father felt like she was worthy enough to be claimed. hande had a propensity to push anyone away — forcefully shoved would be a more appropriate descriptor, really — but there were a few kind faces who didn’t let her bared teeth deter them from trying to befriend her. she could count them on one hand, but they were there.

but that was so long ago, and she almost doesn’t recognize troy when he touches her shoulder. “ troy, ” she muses, surveying his face for a moment. the name gives her déjà vu ( he’s been brought up somewhere by someone, she just can’t place a finger on it ), and then it clicks. “ oh, troy, right. i remember you, ”  a pleasant tone of surprise is in her tone as hande shifts to give him her undivided attention, a closed-lip smile gracing her features. there’s a sense of nostalgic fondness that blossoms in her stomach as hande looks at him — he was cute back then, sweet, and he’s retained that same boyish charm as he’s grown into himself. 

“ well, you’re not so bad yourself, ” it’s almost flirting; hande’s eyes glint with subtle amusement. “ are you interested in getting coffee? it’d be nice to sit down and catch up. ” 

34. is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

hande will definitely move onto a new approach, likely one that’s a smarter revision of her first attempt before tackling something completely different. she’s intelligent and refuses to let herself fail, so anything that teeters dangerously close to that territory will become her top priority and she will figure it out.

44. how easy or difficult is it for your character to say “i love you?” can they say it without meaning it?

22. what does your character like in other people?

she likes agreeability. as someone who’s naturally confrontational, people who are more agreeable, laidback, and not as concerned with having strong opinions allow hande to adopt a more easygoing personality when interacting with them, though there’s a fine line between those qualities being positives in some people and what she perceives as spineless and pathetic in others. that distinction often boils down to whether someone is principled, ambitious, and possesses a strong sense of determination, as those are qualities she values heavily and often requires in friendships in order to relate to other people.

26. how does your character behave around children?

hande’s maternal instinct is virtually null — she finds children pretty baffling and often times gross, so she never knows how to act around them and can act extremely tense around them, both physically and emotionally. she’d never be deliberately cruel or mean to a child, but she’ll definitely go through extra lengths to avoid having to interact with them. she’s more likely to be fond of calm, well-behaved children, though those are far and few in-between. 

31. describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

STARTER FOR: @euhande​ LOCATION: dining hall TIME: noon

SOME FRIENDSHIPS ARE MEANT TO LAST FOREVER, others simply cease to exist. no warning. no fight. no goodbye. one day you two just start talking less and less until you are strangers. anya prided on having very long friendships, but her relationship with hande was always a tense one. both fighting over control eventually took its toll on them. the dining hall, however, brings them together once more. waiting for their food, next to each other. “hello hande,” anya starts, her tone doesn’t possess animosity but it’s not aggressive either. “i heard you got kicked out of the feminist alliance,” she says and the moment the words leave her lips, she regrets them. she intends no malice with that comment, but she isn’t sure if hande will take it wrongly.

*

considering how bitterly their friendship ended, hande’s surprised to hear the sound of anya’s voice, striking up their first real conversation in what feels like ages. her initial impulse is to lash out, though anya’s comment is an objective TRUTH and doesn’t appear to be a provocation. so hande resigns herself to civility, glancing over her shoulder at her former friend with an unenthused expression on her face as she states, “ it’s not really a feminist alliance if they can’t handle a healthy debate. ” it’s a convenient skirt around answering yes, but it seems to be common knowledge on campus already — hande may as well save herself some dignity and defend herself from the alliance’s smear campaign. “ they already fucked up by allowing men to join. i might as well just form my own club at this point. ”

                         for once, it is not hatred he feels when hande comes into sight ( well, not just hatred ). after all these times of having to hear her call him names; coward, spineless, pathetic, the list goes on and on; finally, tonight is the one night he can get back at her. tonight, he is the one resembling a predator as he quietly stalks after her, cloaking himself in layers of mist to make sure his presence goes unnoticed.

was it morally correct to put more effort into scaring certain students? maybe not, but the rules had been vague at best; make sure everyone is to be kept safe and sound at all times. all else was more of a question of ethics, and hande had made sure that his own ethics had blurred along the lines. a mere few hours ago, maiken had only added fuel to the fire, whispering some of hande’s most ridiculous fears into his ear. so now here they were—in the woods, seemingly alone. they’d supposedly crossed eonia’s border minutes ago. and now that he’d managed to swallow up the existence of her company by the mist, it was HIS time to have some fun. dreary ghosts that the hades cabin had summoned start to visualise undead clowns instead; eerie carnival music playing somewhere far away as sage lets them close in on the daughter of ares. sleazy warlock ass, huh? he’d teach her some respect tonight. if not for his own spells, then surely jasper’s fear inducing runes should do the trick. ( @euhande​ ! )

*

her haughtiness and overconfidence have come back to bite her in the ass with a VENGEANCE, though she’s trying not to reveal the uneasiness creeping into her gut ( she doesn’t know who might be watching ). separated from thomas and all signs of campus civilization cloaked in darkness, hande cautiously begins to retreat from her current trajectory in the half-hearted hopes she’s not too far past the campus barriers. her sword, nothing more than a enhanced prop at the beginning of the night, is her only defense against the possibility of a rogue monster attack. gripping its handle tight enough to turn her knuckles white, hande abruptly halts in her path as spirits come into view — for a moment, she can’t clearly make out what form they’re supposed to take, but the sudden realization propels her pulse to begin beating rapidly against her skin. her fear of clowns is entirely IRRATIONAL, she knows that, but the fear that’s uncomfortably and rapidly blooming in the pit of her stomach feels all too real as she stumbles backwards. “ this isn’t fucking funny, ” she nervously calls out to the pitch black forest, her voice wavering slightly despite her better efforts to project an image of confidence. she’s so going to stab a child of hecate if she survives this. 

     THE DINING HALL BUSTLE at lunch time’s no match for the crowd at a party, but mia feels the surge from it nonetheless — too much her father’s daughter to pass up on the ecstasy brought about by chaos. a few moment’s spent glancing around in between chatter, and once more catches the eyes of another across a table. it’s far from the first that afternoon. in fact, mia’s confident she’s caught her staring thrice by now that she decides to hold her gaze, a small smile creeping onto her lips in time with the quirk of her brow. 

     call it years of social mingling, hollywood prattles, and business chitchats that urge mia up from her seat and toward the girl. because far be it from her to let a connection fly past when any good might come from it. “ i’m sorry, but have we met ? you look familiar, but i’m afraid i just can’t place it. ” // @euhande​​ 

*

    she’s half-convinced her eyes are deceiving her as she peers at the girl, the resemblance to mia stoeger too striking to be a fluke ( and hande would know, considering she had spent a considerable amount of one evening downloading pictures of her to decorate with devil horns and the word FLOP, written in all caps in the space in-between her eyes ). still, it’s difficult to comprehend she’s here, a demigod to boot, and hande’s too stunned to tear her eyes away and pay attention to her neglected shawarma, half-cold on her plate. 

    and then mia’s approaching her — hande sits up a little straighter, chin raised as she surveys the actress maneuver towards the table where she’s seated. she could’ve made a better effort to be more inconspicuous, but it’s too late to indulge hypotheticals now, especially with mia on the brink of potentially recognizing her from an infamous twitter thread of hande’s. “ sorry, i don’t know who you are, ” she states shortly, and there’s a devious sort of glint in her eyes as she raises her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, “ i doubt anyone does. ”

for   :   @euhande​ location   :   dionysus party

a few minutes longer than it really needed to take   ,   he returns from makeshift bar with two drinks in hand.   ❛     hey   ,   sorry   !!   i tried to get ‘em fast   ,   but the girl that made them’s in one of my classes and i felt bad rushing her.     ❜   she hadn’t really done or said anything wrong   ,   after all   ,   and fe’s hardly one to judge a desire for conversation.  one cup offered to hande   ,   the other he takes small sip from.   ❛     she thought you were my girlfriend   ,   and she said your sword was really cool   —   weird   ,   right   ?   not the sword thing   ,   that was true   ,   but you’re clearly way out of my league   ,   without even thinking about my unfortunate liking for men.     ❜

*

“ hm. i see where your priorities lie, ” she regards fe cooly as he returns, but she’s never been able to keep up the mock dramatics around him, pursed lips transforming into a smile as she takes the drink in hand. her gaze flickers to the bartender, craning her neck a bit to see past the horde of people. “ no shit the sword’s cool. but honestly, fe, i think she’s trying to steal your girlfriend, ” hande flips a section of her blonde wig over her shoulder for good measure, turning back to fe as she swallows a mouthful of alcohol. her nose wrinkles dismissively at his claim, but her smile widens at his self-deprecation. “ well i think we’d be well-matched, considering you’re the only man on campus who doesn’t want to make me blow my fucking brains out on a regular basis. ”

closed for @euhande​ | haunted trail !

“so –” thomas started, standing at the entrance of the trail, hands on his hips. “you really think it’s as scary as they’re making out?” he knew that the hades and hecate kids had put a lot of effort into it this year and he wanted to test it out.

*

        ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ⋮ @euhande​ — IT’S HARD TO MISS HER when she’s donned in a yellow probably brighter than the sun itself from head to toe. it’s a significant contrast from the earthy tones and deep green that clings to amara’s own body in the form of a skimpy bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination. but the bumblebee yellow of hande’s jumpsuit compliments the warmth of her complexion and golden hues of her hair. “ you know, whenever i think i have dad’s temper under control, somebody always has to test me, ” the elder mentions to hande. her gaze is focused and intense when she says it but then turns to look at hande and cracks a smile. “ how mad do you think rion will be if i have sex in his bed ? think he’ll try to kill me ? ” she crosses her arms over her chest. “ i’m very sure i’m a much better fighter. i think i could take him — and i’d sure love to put him in his place. ”

*

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ: @euhande​

she can’t help but wanting to screech in excitement upon seeing hande, only stopping herself by slapping one hand over her own mouth. then she makes the very dangerous decision of sneaking up on her friend and holding her eyes closed from behind. “hey babygirl, are you lost?” she asked, doing her best to make her voice as deep as possible, completely forgetting about the potentially deadly consequences of her actions. 

*

     on a mission to retrieve a stray lighter from one of the rooms, andrés floated through the halls of dionysus’ house. whoever was in charge of cleaning tomorrow, he didn’t want to think about. mentally, he traces he’d been given: up two floors, down the hall on the left, first room on the right. the door’s open when he gets closer, rounding the turn into the room when he stumbles upon a familiar face. “ hande, ” he nods, giving her a glance as he opens a drawer from the dresser, fishing around for a lighter. “ what’re you doing up here by yourself? don’t tell me there’s a body under that bed. ” @euhande​ 

*

“what the fuck are you dressed as?” rion picks at a loose thread on his costume for a minute before getting bored and ripping it from the material. he knows what hande is dressed as. it’s not a particularly creative costume, but kill bill is a very hande movie to pull a costume “big bird fresh off the pole? little tip,” he hums, grabbing a shot one of their siblings poured and knocking it back before they could, “you’ll make more money on a street corner.” / @euhande​

-

apollo’s comment was one thing, but rion’s provocation takes it a step too far, anger already simmering underneath the surface of her skin. she’d have to possess dangerous levels of stupidity to not recognize that’s his entire gimmick, but that knowledge has never prevented hande’s murderous urges from emerging every time rion opens his mouth. “ cute. are you this misogynistic to every woman, or just the ones you’re related to? ” she watches rion down the shot with disgust, not nearly drunk enough to put up with his bullshit but too PRIDEFUL to disengage. rolling her eyes, hande snaps, “ it’s from kill bill, fuckwad. something people actually watch. ”

               ❛   𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃,   ❜     Apollo is putting his boots on at the entrance of the Ares dormitory,    looking at Hande with passive and unimpressed eyes and commenting as soon as she steps into view.     ❛   Is that a real sword ?   ❜     𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  —— @euhande​.

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𝔦 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.