\\* 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘.

⟨ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍. 𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄. 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 is actually a descendent of Λ P Ή Я Ө D I Ƭ Σ. it’s still a question of whether or not the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 year old 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 from 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄.

      “why in the fuck do you think i would take your stupid knife?” she replies, with a roll of her eyes. “cut the bullshit, lohani, and use your eyes, i have better things to do than deal with your lack of awareness for your belongings.” a scoff as she twirls tallulah, her longsword, and digs it into the dirt ground, leaning on it for support. “yeah, we get it, you’re badass and cool and won’t hesitate to get violent, blah, blah, blah.  spare me the details. where was the last place you had it?”

    "𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 is broke or desperate, it really is just statistics, you just happen to resemble that fox that dora was always yelling about,” noor rolled her eyes, before her lower lip jutted out, “aw, what do you mean, AJ? you won’t spend your afternoon on your knees for me?” she beamed, “knowing you, if you found it you would either figure out just how good of a weight she is and smuggle her for yourself, or throw it far enough for me to never find again.” the brunette listed the options off on her ringed fingers, “you know, i can give all of you hypnos kids at least one thing — you’re perceptive,” she pointed to the board riddled with holes, “i used that for a bit, then sat down and did stretching so i’m assuming somewhere in this area.”   

    𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 the exaggeration of the others words, feeling territorial of dramatics. but instead, the more temperamental side of her won, a wry grin rounds the femme’s cheeks as she responds, “i almost have an inkling of where it might be shoved,” sarcasm dripped from her words, dragging her eyes down the other’s body then back up to her gaze — unblinking all the while, “oh, no. i didn’t ask for your help. if i wanted a fly buzzing at my ear i would raise a maggot myself. i was just inquiring.” the smile never left her face, though her irritancy was immediately catching flame.

      “ anyway, this isn’t couples therapy, so no. i can give you my doctor’s number though, and you can scream to them about this all you want. ” she jokes, almost pathetically weak in the attempt, but her points remains ; even iker was a rare topic when they were dating. mia sits still for a moment, then offers the joint to noor as she officially gives up on the task of escaping the room. a metaphor too on the nose for her current situation. “ but really though … do i ? ” mia repeats, softer this time around, a thinly-veiled way to ask : am i being a good friend ? because while she’s had luck in the relationship department, has had years of experience in communicating her thoughts, she has never been much of a friend. call it character development to fit the format, but after weeks apart, mia’s sure she’s noor’s worth the try. 

   𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 to mock her friend, and one could have confused noor for the winning actress in eonia with how well she changed her accent. finally, she follows mia, plopping down not a few moments after her so they could look in the mirrors rather than each other. somehow, she knew it would be easier to have a conversation this way. “mmmm..” she responded, quirking an eyebrow as she plucked the joint from her friends fingers, “mia, do you seriously think...” her lips squeezed together, cutting herself off — she knew that she could come off harsh at times, and it wasn’t many she would actively filter this quality with, “i just hope you don’t care that i was indulging for awhile, i mean, who am i to deny a pretty person in thier time of need? guess ana and i both are like that.” she nudged the blonde’s shoulder, almost to bump in the nonchalance. 

at her next question, the aussie was turning her tiny body to face mia, knees bumping against the side of her much longer legs. “you tell me everything you need to tell me, hollywood — said or unsaid,” her shoulders shrugged lightly, handing the roll back, “there is no lack i feel with you, if that’s what you’re asking. i know your entire life whether you want me to or not. if you gushed to me about every subject or situation, you wouldn’t be my mia.” these words came to easy to the daughter of ‘dite, like they had been sitting on her tongue all along. and she meant them, but she was sure mia knew her well enough to understand the violent honestly noor has always had. 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @eulohani​​​ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀: the ferris wheel, dusk

          “ you’re lucky i’m not afraid of heights — ”     there’s little heat in jason’s voice though as he stands when they stop near the top, the carriage they’re in on the ferris wheel swaying slightly in the breeze and with the extra movement.     “ stuffed animal’s CUTE, ”     he continues on as he frames her up easily within her phone’s camera lens ; talented photographer he is not, but apparently he’s a bit too good at capturing her best angles, even now against the remnants of the sunset and the neon lights of the carnival below beginning to stand out against the impending darkness.     “ — did you win it or was it a token of affection ?? ”

    "𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄, pop a wavey or something,” noor perked an eyebrow, enough to give a more dramatic affect to the photos she knew he was taking in spurts. jason knew exactly what he was doing, and it was almost unsaid now when they’d pull out their phones to find a good angle for the other. a friendship crafted perfectly to her needs, squishing the dragon’s head between her hands, “oh, i won it. i saw him and didn’t stop until i talked the guy into giving me the biggest prize, did you know even hitting the jackpot doesn’t get you them? insane rip off, if you ask me. but i have yet to name him.” 

— *1 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 @ɴᴏᴏʀɪɴɢ

my special little flower

    "𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, freak?” noor ran up to her sister with little to no warning, looking from the line to her again, not that she cared if she was interrupting anything, but noor knew that she had to make more of an effort with her sisters. often she would like to pretend none of them existed. “i’ll go with you, i guess. just don’t scream in my ear when i rock the carriage thing.” 

    "𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 go on with me? i’m not doing bumper cars, so throw that out of ringer. you have to go on at least one ride with me, or i’ll tell everyone at camp when it’s your birthday and make sure i charmspeak every single student into wishing you the best, most happiest one ever.” the brunette put on her best ‘uwu’ voice as she finished off her sentence, wrapping her arm into scarlett’s very stiff one. 

      AN HONEST REFLECTION IN THEIR STATE — the girls rolling and trapped in a hall full of mirrors — is both a stretch and a practical joke. noor’s brief mention of her hookups with anaïs stun mia into silence, and a light tilt of the head’s the most reaction she gives. “ do i tell you enough stuff ? ” she laughs out the words feeling foreign in her mouth, the actor too comfortable in her presence ( and far, far too faced out ) to even try and save face. not that she could if she tried, her flushed cheeks and lazy eyes bounced back again and again in the walls that she couldn’t escape no matter how much she wanted to. “ no, don’t look at me ! ”  mia shrieks half-teasing, hand swatting away as though noor were a fly she’s keeping at bay.

    "𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅? 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅? i thought you told me all the stuff,” noor’s words flowed like they made perfect sense, her head tipping to one side, far enough for the hair strewn with tiny braids to curtain over her bare shoulder. “why does your face look like that?” then mia was shrieking, and noor jumped to turn in a complete 180, somehow in a fluid motion though she was usually naturally clumsy even sober, but only met her reflection, dagger being placed back into the strap of her thigh as if she hadn’t just been ready to slice a mirror. the tiny aussie turned back to her friend, face pinched as if she had smelled something horrible, “oh my gods, have you moved on from my unworthy brother and not told me? why is your face red? should i be screaming for help right now?” 

    "𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓," 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 interrupted as she sucked away ( loudly ) at her lemonade, narrowing her eyes at him before she set it on a nearby rail. her grin grew, one that was fed by challenge especially one coming from izak. she could never resist that, and she was sure he knew it, “for a month? that isn’t even fun. make it three, and you got a deal, malibu ken.” 

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    𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 movements with little to no effort, water being exchanged in ever changing cups, she never felt the need to shy away from him, in any aspect, really. arms draped over him, fingertips kissing the tips of his hair that were skating against his shoulders before she twirled a lock around her finger only to pull it back. the tiny femme forced his chin to tilt up just enough — rewarding him with a trail of tiny nips down to his neck, “mmmm,” ending with a kiss to the center of his throat, “sounds fake,” she hummed against his skin, leaning her weight back in his lap to scan his face, “seems like RA work is more important than the hours you could be devoting to me..” a smile, tapping her fingers on his back as she took a moment to ‘think’, “alright, i’ll give you a chance to make up for it i suppose. that was a really, really hard to decision for me to make, anty, you’ll have to feed me for forcing me to think so hard.” 

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    𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 her face, one that could be confused for a fresh painting, “no limits?” her voice took on a cocktail of manipulation and interest, weaving her web to pull sage in as she half feigned her curiosity. truly, she was interested in the other demigods and their powers, but only to use them to her will. “i don’t believe you, that’s not even possible —they wouldn’t have let you enroll in the first place,” fringe was lifted from her forehead by a puff of breath, the words flowing as if they weren’t lies to crack his shell, and her look of offense was just as easy, “what? i’m always in trouble. what does that even matter? i just want to know, i can’t be curious about my friend? inquire on your skill level? maybe i could help you.”