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avalonbalinor·:
closed starter for: @necrmnce· location: outside the hecate cabin, just before sunset
if there was one thing about avalon balinor that was instantly clear when you earned her friendship, it is that she is essentially a overly-loyal golden retriever of a demigod, and would come and bother you with the smallest things that she found exciting – which is what she her current reasoning was for her incessant knocking on hecate cabin door. when she came face-to-face with brooklyn as the door swung open, a child-like grin spread across her face. using one hand to grab brook’s, avalon used her other to point towards the sky, “the sun is setting and it’s going to be a beautiful one – come watch it with me at the fireworks beach?”
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ brooklyn had narrowed it down to avalon’s sunny disposition , but she had a hard time telling the other girl no . in nearly anything she wanted to do or have brook see , she always gave in eventually . when lonnie points to the sky , a smile grows across her own face , twisting her hand to interlock their fingers . the beach was easily her favorite place to be and while she was more of a dawn person herself , she was always a sucker for a good sunset . “ yeah sure . ” the agreement is soft , easy . closing her cabin door behind her , she lets avalon lead the way . “ so how was your hecatomb ? it’s always ... interesting when apollo’s here , his fan base must’ve loved that . ”
andromedapresley·:
“ oh my god, never let me drink anything from mr. d every again. ” her forehead rests against the table at breakfast ; the cool wood makes her feel somewhat human again. brook is next to her, and things feel better — much better, and andromeda thinks its safe to assume last night wasn’t some odd figment of her imagination. ( there’s too much relief in her chest for it to have been a nightmare, but too much talk of rotten relationships to be a dream. link haunts her thoughts more than usual, but brooklyn’s presence pulls her out of her own mind. ) it isn’t a hangover that plagues her — andromeda supposes it was a horrible concoction of whatever transpired last night. she has a vague idea here and there : another night of being disappointed with men, too much wine, and hugging brook like her life depended on it —– and then she woke up in her bed. “ and to think, i made out with — gods know who — for this ? no ma’am, i’m sticking to shitty box wine and southern comfort, thank you very much. ” / @necrmnce· !
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ all things considered , brooklyn had slept surprisingly well the night before . she actually felt good the next day , no thanks to the wine she had the previous night , but all thanks to the very distraught dirty blonde groaning at the table next to her . she slowly takes another bite of french toast , watching andromeda with wide eyes . “ you kissed someone for that ? ” brook asks , the disbelief dripping from her voice . things hadn’t been completely fixed , there was more that needed to be said , but the information brooklyn truth dumped the night before had strangely cleared a large portion of the difficult tension that usually filled the space between them two . now if it would remain that way once brook revealed she had still been in contact with link as a ghost remained to be seen . however , she would take advantage of the situation while she could . “ i’m sure mr. d wouldn’t want to share with anyone again . ” she smiles , holding up a piece of fruit to andy , “ grape ? ”
lvstfvlness·:
S I B L I N G S were a blessing - sometimes a slightly annoying blessing that kept leaving their stuff all over the cabin , but a blessing nonetheless . - - if asked , sizhui would maintain that he doesn’t have favourites , but he can’t help but feel closer to brooklyn . it may just be the closeness in age ( running around camp declaring them as twins has never lost it’s allure . ) it might be because she appreciates a trick ( the mirror had been incredible once he’d gotten over his initial fear - - he made one handsome donut even if he does say so himself ) “ BROOK - “ he yells dramatically . “ BROOK ! BROOK - “ sizhui stops dead in the middle of their cabin , head tilted back, full of so much energy that he’s practically vibrating . “ BROOKLYN !! “ @necrmnce·
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ it wasn’t uncommon to find her asleep at any given point of the day she didn’t have to be busy . this didn’t mean that anyone , including her siblings , actually let her sleep . this was proven by sizhui screaming bloody murder in the middle of their cabin . and because it’s him , she doesn’t simply roll back over and continue to sleep . brooklyn shoots up , heart beating so hard she could hear it in her ears . she shuts her eyes , taking a moment to calm down . “ can i help you ? ” she asks , a tired laugh leaving her lips .
palcdintm:
{ 🔥 } ———— 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 BROOKLYN FORDE !
THERE’S BAD BLOOD BETWEEN THEM and finn chose to transform that feeling into something he could benefit from rather than falter . she was tough and he knew that a lot more than he should , from a time when they could trust each other , that time didn’t seem to exist anymore . now they were in the same room —— sparring in the arena , something finn was not good at . sure he had the skills any demigod should , but he was better at fighting with his tools and gadgets , not a sword . yet , it was necessary to keep practicing those skills so he did . with a sword in hand , one he picked up from the rack , he crossed the room to where she was waiting her turn .
finn didn’t stand right by her side . instead , he stood a few paces behind her and carefully clinked his sword against hers , flashing a smirk with evil tones lingering just beneath the surface . he expected his presence to leave an ill taste in her mouth , but he told himself he wouldn’t care … so he wouldn’t . “ want to go one on one with me , forde ? ” a light chuckle parts his lips , and he sways a step toward her . “ just remember that you and i are on the same team again . no reason to fight for blood , ” it was probably insensitive but it was better than apologizing , at least from his standpoint . / @necrmnce
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ if anyone had considered that brooklyn could reevaluate the way she handled things , the way she treated people , especially after her last conversation with jesse , then they’d be wrong . her loyalty wasn’t given easily , neither was true friendship from her . this was exactly why when someone had wronged her or broken that trust , they were nearly permanent on her shit list. this included both finn and dana , two people she once trusted with her life but chose titans over her . brook had seen him come in , waiting her turn at a practice dummy and watched him cross the room over to the same side she was on .
the clink of his sword against her own was a spark to ignite the flame that sat waiting specially for him . her eyes remained forward , ignoring him until he speaks up directly towards her . turning around to face him , annoyed smile on her face . “ you’re volunteering to have me hand your ass to you ? again ? ” she scoffs . the two of them used to be able to fight well together , meaning brooklyn knew his weaknesses and he was holding one in his hand now . “ i make no promises for the way i train . ” she shrugs her shoulders , stepping back into the training arena , “ your call . ”

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andromedapresley:
“ i’m not mad. ” the words are barely above a murmur, but it’s all she can manage. seeing brook so hindered makes her own throat tight with emotion ; andromeda has never been one to wall up her feelings but she can’t exactly sort them, nevertheless express them right now. the mention of link always makes her feel a bit sick, and the alcohol in her system does nothing to help that feeling. ( she spent days washing his blood off her hands, despite them being clean by the first pass through water. she spent even longer trying to forget her failed attempt to heal him, and longer trying to force the memory of his lips out of her mind. ) “ he … ” her brow furrows and eyes squeeze shut, as if she closed them hard enough, it would all make sense and the puzzle pieces would fit together. but the more she thinks about it, the heavier the weight in her stomach is. she can’t speak ill of the dead, but the conflicting feelings bombarding her make andromeda wish she could grab lincoln myers by his shirt collar right about now. ( was she blind ? was it right under her nose the whole time ? or was she just bound to have bad luck in the romance department ? note to self: give aphrodite the biggest strawberries at dinner. ) eyes remain closed, and she mentally volleys link’s face out of her mind. her hand is limp as brooklyn toys with it ; the gesture is the only thing keeping the nausea at bay. “ he never even let on. he just let me think ——– and jesse ————– ” her mind is moving at a million miles an hour and at the speed of molasses at the same time. “ i wish someone would’a told me — brook, i never would’a —– ”
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ she watches andromeda carefully , hoping that she didn’t upset her too much by dumping all of this on her at the same time . however it felt like a weight had been lifted , like she was no longer carrying fine china that would break if you breathed too hard . “ no andromeda , he really did like you . and i promise i was never upset about you dating jesse . i’ve always just wanted you to be happy . ” as quickly as her tears came they went , it was like everything that had been right at the edge was able to back down . the pressure on the dam relieving itself enough to dry her cheeks . the sigh she let out was shaky still , her hand trembling under andromeda’s , the emotional exhaustion settling in . “ again , i’m really sorry , and i needed to tell you . ” she tries to give her a tiny smile , trying to mend the damage she just did . the way she still cared so deeply about girl code made her chest flutter , like there was still ground to repair their friendship on . brooklyn leans over and bumps her shoulder into andi’s , looking out at the sky in front of them , “ now we can have sleepovers and talk about shitty guys . ”
pyritics·:
he hates explaining himself . despite the fact that jesse was never truly happy with a conversation until it stumbled onto the topic of him —- ninety nine percent of the time , explaining his motivations was a waste of his breath . other people couldn’t deal with not being a part of his equation , and for that he factored them out even further . most demigods didn’t make it past their mid - twenties , and jesse was starting to think that it was because they didn’t think about themselves enough . half of his fellow campers suffered from hero complexes , succumbed to the siren’s song that was martyrdom . jesse only wanted to keep himself alive , and for some reason —- none of them could accept that .
❛ listen , brook —- ❜ he starts , putting his arm out in front of her to stop her for a second —- just a second . ❛ it’s not that i don’t care . it’s that i have to care about myself more . i do care about myself more . i have to protect myself . so i don’t end up sad . or wishing i had more . i want to be happy with myself as i am . hating things about your life is a waste of fucking time . you only get so much . less , 'cause we’re demigods . or demititans . ❜ he amends , tilting his head a bit —- one corner of his mouth quirking up slowly into a crooked half smile .
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ she’s already moving his arm away from her , face twisted in light disgust . he said those words as if they were an easy thing to do , not knowing how many lives were lost at her hand and her ability to still see them , still communicate , that was never going to be easy . she felt like a harbinger of doom , less so than a hades kid , but still felt like darkness had no choice but to follow her . jesse saying he had to protect himself feels like bullshit , it made her feel like bullshit , they attracted monsters and had a life sentence stamped over their forehead from the time they were born , but within the barrier of camp there was no threat to life . as quickly as her walls had gone down , they shot back up , distancing herself from him once again . she looks up at him , annoyed and hurt all the same . “ you didn’t have to protect yourself from me . ” she says . they were close enough to their cabins now that if she really wanted , she could walk home alone . “ i was never a threat to your or your happiness . there’s a difference between caring about yourself as self preservation and being selfish . you using me as a free thirty day trial for your relationship with andromeda was selfish . learning how to survive isn’t . ” her lips curve into the tiniest smile , shaking her head at him . “ goodnight jess , thanks for walking me home . ”
andromedapresley:
her chest is still tense, despite the breezy laughter that accompanies brooklyn’s. ( but her voice was too heavy for this all to be resolved in a under a minute. no, there’s more, the bag is only beginning to open, something else was on her mind —- ) “ yeah, but what about you ? you don’t —– ” the smile slowly fades from her lips, and her head is still shaking adamantly, insistently. “ you don’t —- don’t be the martyr, brook, you – your happiness matters too —– ” but she’s off again, the topic of jesse blazing red hot. as nice as it is to not be the only one left in the dust by him, andromeda isn’t happy to be sharing it with brook — she was always much stronger than her when it came to boys ; to see her so flustered and pressured like a dam about to break sends shock - waves of guilt through her chest. “ if it makes you feel any better, he doesn’t give a shit about me either. ” fingers tuck a strand of hair behind brooklyn’s ear, offering a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes and turns more bittersweet than comforting. but before she can muster up any more words of advice she should’ve taken herself, another name hits her like a brick wall in her path, and her voice breaks. “ this was before ——————- link knew ? link knew before ——– ? that – that was before jesse was even a thought in my mind —– and – and you and i were still —- ”
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ brooklyn looks at andromeda with tears in her eyes , feeling the weighted guilt for never telling her about any of this . she wasn’t intentionally pulling the martyr card , at the time it was what she thought was the right thing to do , but hindsight is 20 / 20 . she feels bad for name dropping link , something else that actually did hold power to hurt her . “ please don’t be mad at me . ” the words are whispered , brooklyn reaching for andromeda’s hand , seeking a source of comfort . “ i’m so sorry .” she precursors gently . telling andromeda about link , was not something she had planned for that day . she also didn’t plan on being kissed by jesse again , or her mom showing up , but the hecatomb decided to be full of surprises . “ the night jesse broke up with me , i had gone to talk to link . just sort of cry about feelings . and he had um ... started saying stuff about how - ” her voice breaks , and she hates it , the knot in her throat catching . she hated thinking about this , she hated that she was used by two people she had cared about . it takes a moment to recollect her thoughts , a deep breath and refocusing . “ anyone in camp would be lucky to have me , and jesse was an idiot , and just stupid compliments . ” a short , watery laugh escapes her . “ andi he kissed me , then he turned around the next day and was flirting with you and i ... i didn’t even like him like that . it just felt ... not great . ” brooklyn’s nervously playing with andromeda’s hand , tapping the tips of her fingers rhythmically , trying her best to hold back any tears .
andromedapresley·:
“ oh. ”
and the dread in her gut is gone, just like that. why, she can’t put her finger on just yet. while this isn’t optimal, this also … wasn’t nearly as bad as she had thought it might’ve been. ( now that she comes to think about it —- what exactly was andromeda predicting as the outcome of this conversation ? she hadn’t even thought about the possibility of cheating ; jesse wasn’t dishonest and brooklyn wouldn’t have said it so calmly. at least, they don’t exist like that in her mind. ) but she can’t muster any exact feeling —– in it’s place is an odd, echoing sensation where the anxiety was, an empty pit where brooklyn’s words bounce back and forth until it’s dizzying. “ okay, ” she hears herself say. everything feels still as she struggles to grip this. her voice sounds far away and she’s aware of how eerily steady her expression is ——– and then something clicks. “ oh my god, ” back straightens as she leans forward slightly, brown eyes widening with the sudden realization. ( the wave of nausea that she had been fighting so hard to keep down returns. ) “ five years ——— you —- i broke girl code and you didn’t even tell me ? i — brook, i never would’a – if i had known ——-”
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ the laugh she lets out is muddled with a dry sob, her body relaxed and not holding back her anxieties anymore. she was glad andromeda was only worried about ‘girl code’ the single least important thing there. brown hair slides in front of her shoulders as she shakes her head, not even letting the other finish speaking. “you were happy, i’d never do anything to keep you from being happy.” now that she’s sitting here, she feels the weight of all the things she needed someone to hear rise back up again. tears sting her eyes while she refuses to let them fall, the embarrassment she felt from letting herself be used by jesse once again bringing everything to a head. “he just made me feel so stupid,” her hands are fidgeting with a button at the end of her shirt, his shirt if she felt like going into specifics. “and knowing all this now it’s so clear, so obvious, but god i felt like the biggest idiot when i finally realized he didn’t give a shit about me.” brooklyns hands are quick to catch any tears that fall, a feeble attempt at keeping herself together. “and i had talked to link about all of this but i never said anything because...” her mind slows, a deep breath reeling her back in from crying her heart out, “i couldn’t do that to you.”

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stupvdlve·:
her reaction is among the ( many ) reasons he doesn’t regret his choice. the only thing that gives him pause is that brooklyn isn’t a damsel in distress. she’s better with a sword than most people here and he has met the ground countless times by her hand in training. she’s strong, in the arena and out of it, and she doesn’t need a white knight to defend her honour. he treads carefully in the seconds between her question and his carefully constructed explanation. he doesn’t know how to explain that while he did it for her, indisputably, he also did it for himself. he did it because jesse van houten deserves to be taken down a few pegs. and no, he doesn’t regret it. “ i’m okay. ” that’s what he prefaces with, reaching up to hold her hand at his chin. it’s a low comfort but one none the less, he hopes. “ i just got into a fight. ” it’s not as careful as he’d hoped, but it’s something. it’s natural. ( he’s never lied to her and he isn’t about to start now. ) the next part is what he chooses to treat delicately ; not for jesse’s sake, because he doesn’t deserve any sway with brooklyn now. but because brooklyn, for some reason, cared about him once upon a time. “ it was with jesse. ” his free hand reaches out for hers, another pull of direction to tell her he’s fine, he’ll be fine and so will this conversation. ( jesse is always somewhat of a hot water topic, so he wants to ensure they both dip their feet into the water before they dive in head first. it’s … different to every approach he’d take were this anyone else. ) “ and before you say anything, ” as he’s certain she will ( he’ll listen, he always listens ), “ i’d do it again. ” thousands of times ; probably until he was blue with bruises and she was green with anxiety. “ he’s a real piece of work, brook. ” the what did you see in him goes undisclosed. she was never the problem.
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ she had to tell herself to wait until he finished, to let him tell her what he was going to before she figured out where to direct her anger. his hand on hers is somehow both comforting and insulting, like he was holding her back somehow. it was the senselessness, the open invitation to be a human punching bag that irritated her, from both jake and whoever else had participated. but any feelings she had at the start of the conversation had soured once she heard him say his name. her semi-free hand balled to avoid saying anything she didn’t mean, the actual gall of jesse to surpass the negative expectations she had for him in the span of just a few hours. after he finishes her mouth hangs open for a few seconds before she’s actually able to get anything out. “i’m going to kill him.” she mutters, the emotion leaking into her voice. brooklyn pulls her hand away from his face, first clenching and unclenching while she tries to mediate through this. jake didn’t know about what jesse had just pulled back at their cabins and now she felt even further from sharing with him what had even happened, both fueled from a special son of tyche related anger and fear of having a lincoln repeat. without having something to do, her hand rests on her forehead while her eyes are closed, trying to think of something useful to ask jake. “why? who started it? and why?”
pyritics·:
his head starts shaking before brooklyn’s even halfway through her first sentence . ❛ i don’t worry about anything . i still try . i just know that luck’ll get me in the end . it has my back . that’s my power . i can’t use magic or shoot fire out of my ass or anything . like —- for gods’ sake . you guys can let me have this one thing . ❜ she stumbles into him , but the subtle brush of her arm against his is familiar . he brings a hand up , placing his palm between her shoulder blades for a moment . steadying her is almost a reflex , though he hasn’t spent time with her this effortlessly in what feels like eons . ❛ i think that’s the hardest part for people to swallow . ❜ he muses , eyes trained as far ahead of them as his incrementally fuzzy brain will allow . ❛ most of you can’t accept that i like being this way . ❜ he searches for her gaze out of the corner of his eye . ❛ i don’t need to be everyone’s favourite guy all the time . or fucking —- ever . i’ve been the important people’s favourite already . at least for a bit . and that’s enough . ❜
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ she doesn’t argue with him back . there was no point in disagreeing with something that he had known to be true . “ shooting fire out of your ass doesn’t even sound fun . ” brooklyn comments . his hand on her back is almost familiar , but the familiarity doesn’t stop her from tensing up at his touch . “ i don’t take that from you , i’m one of the few that will actually entertain you . ” it might just be the fact that they’re neighbors , but nine times out of ten , as long as she’s not having the worst day , she’ll sit and play whatever game he’s in the mood for , even if it comes at the expense of her wallet . brook watches the ground , focusing on the heel toe movement of her feet in attempt to avoid bumping into him again . her lips draw together as he speaks and she tries to understand . “ i know you don’t particularly care , ” she starts , “ but what you do still hurts people . ” raising a hand , she runs it through her hair , still not looking back at his face . “ which i guess is why you do it right ? not - good - people don’t care if they hurt others . ”
andromedapresley:
something subtle shifts in brooklyn’s expression ———- was she … uncomfortable ? oh no. if it was worth making brooklyn uneasy, it was fairly safe to say andromeda would feel the same in regards ; the simple fact of it leading to hot butterflies already churning in her stomach. ( jesse plus i need to tell you something plus you deserve to know is one equation that’s surely going to haunt her nightmares. ) despite the heavy buzz of alcohol, she’s rather unfortunately sobering for this conversation specifically ; expression cloudy and unreadable. as much as she wants to hear this — and she does: if it bothers brook, it bothers her, no matter how long the break in their friendship was — but everything else becomes so acutely distracting. a pebble beneath her bare foot, the loose string at the hem of her dress, the grasshoppers in the distance —— she resists looking away from brooklyn, but andromeda so badly wants to think about anything except whatever has made brooklyn tense up around her. head inclines in a nod, and she’s sure to keep her voice level. “ you’ve got the stage, forde. ”
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ when andromeda turns the attention to her , she can’t help but falter . in reality , this shouldn’t have been that big a deal , it was just some guy who at the end of the day didn’t matter . but when brooklyn looked at the long history and things that almost felt like they were caused by the entire relationship , she felt like it was time to share with andromeda . she can feel the tension radiating off her now , a product of her own doing , as she laughs the smallest bit . “ jesse and i ... ” the words come slowly , foreign , her and jesse were not people that did anything together nor considered together , the and connecting people as similar as day and night . brooklyn braces herself for some potential hit from the other girl , maybe some sharp comment at the best . “ dated . for like a month ? um ... ” she’s sure that will sit okay , the worst part being how long ago this happened . not only is she reminded of that month from five years ago , she’s thinking about what happened not even an hour ago . the handful of minutes she thought that maybe she could get past whatever resentment she had until he made her feel just as humiliated as he did last time . “ like five years ago . ” brook looks up , tentatively watching for a reaction and hoping it’s not simply getting up to leave .
andromedapresley:
“ eh, i can promise you they’ve seen worse over the years ; they’re more … forgiving than you’d think. ” considering the years of damage in the forest from capture the flag alone, andromeda tries to give them the credit they deserve. ( so what if she was a tree - hugger ? she’s literally the daughter of the original tree - hugger. someone had to do it. )
between the alcohol already downed and the sudden mention of him, she’s almost dizzy despite the fact that she’s sitting. ( it’s fair to say that this conversation might just warrant another drink. ) her own inner distaste is mirrored on brooklyn’s face, and andromeda gives her a gentle nudge with her knee. “ hey, we can talk shit if it’ll make ya feel better. might be therapeutic. ” for whom, she doesn’t specify. something makes her think it’d be to both of their benefits, and she doesn’t need more evidence than the fact that brooklyn lives next door to him. despite the mischief that sparkles in her eyes, she won’t speak ill of her exes, no matter how badly things went —- she can’t bring herself to —- her step - ma would have her neck if she did. but that won’t stop her from agreeing with anything brook has to say. ( there’s always going to be a part of her that loves jesse, but she’ll be damned if anyone thinks it’s blind love. no, she knows as much as anyone else what a menace he can be. she might’ve been lovesick, but her eyes and ears still work just fine. )
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ the laugh brooklyn gives her is the equivalent to extra air pushed from her nose , the smile she attended weak at best . “ ah ... yeah you know a vent session could solve a lot of things . ” she nods agreeing , but the actually execution and frustration or anger that should follow that isn’t there . her hands run cold as she thinks of what to say , how to tell andromeda just one of the things that’s been weighing on her mind since it’s happened . she sighs and rests her hands on top of her head for a moment , counting to ten before finally speaking up .
“ actually um ... there’s something i need to tell you . ” the words come out easier than she expected , almost certain that her voice was either going to break or come out barely audible . but she owes it to andromeda to tell the truth , a sliver of honesty was the least she could offer her after everything they’ve been through . “ it’s about jesse ? and i think you deserve to know . ”
pyritics·:
her muttered ew is like a stab to the heart —- except instead of hurting him , it just forces out a single chuckle . he’s no stranger to ill words , especially not from those that he’d supposedly wronged as he did brooklyn . his shrug is loose , his lips sealed for once in a blue moon . it’s not often that he falls silent , but the alcohol sloshing in his belly as he walks alongside her is surely a contributing factor . ❛ when you talk , it’s not so bad . ❜ a weak admittance from a selfish man , but one nonetheless . her feigned interest is transparent to him , but it only makes him like this version of her more . the version of brooklyn in this moment is tolerable —- almost likeable , again. something she hasn’t been since she came back from her quest . ❛ i wanna say it’s because i’m trying , but it isn’t . ❜ he swings his arm between them as they walk , ever fidgety . ❛ guess the sacrifice changed me . maybe you’ll think i’m a good person , now . ❜ a joke —- one on the more unbelievable side .
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ she can’t help but smile to herself , the weak admittance still admittance and thus another victory for her . she wonders , if only for a moment , if things were different or they never dated at all , if he would have noticed her , if maybe they could have gotten along , but the thought is rendered silent by the cold reality of truth . the short answer is no . he wouldn’t have even looked her way if she wasn’t giving him the attention he wanted . the silence around them is easy , easier than any lack of speech between them had been before , and admittedly an almost welcomed change of atmosphere . “ you don’t try at anything , unless it’s making other people look stupid when they play casino games . ” she corrects . her ever so slightly uneven gait changes her trajectory away from from straight , her arm brushing against his . the feeling alone is enough for brooklyn to pull her arms in , crossing them in front of her chest and turning it into a shrug as an answer . “ you and i both know that’s not true . ” this time , a real smile finds its way to her face . “ i haven’t came up with a spell for that , gods know you’d need it . ”

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pyritics:
he’s oblivious to the consequences of his actions . in love , in war —- he holds on to the golden net that is luck , always at the ready , always catching him before he can hit the ground . it was that combined with his maternally inherited aura of unpredictability that inflated his ego beyond repair . perhaps other demigods had powers that were inherently more —- that could alter the physical and the metaphysical . but without tyche’s blood in his veins , he’d be half of himself —- both literally and figuratively . brooklyn was one of the casualties of his inconsiderate lifestyle , and still he refused to let her go . his misplaced sense of ownership over those that he got close to and his claws were permanent .
his head shakes before he can even will it to . jesse doesn’t want her sympathy , and though she doesn’t voice it —- the part of him that had studied her every expression out of curiosity when they were together knows that it’s there , if miniscule . ❛ i’m walking you home . ❜ it’s disingenuous —- he’s walking himself home . they are neighbours , after all . even so , he sidestepped her preceding comments in favour of proclaiming it . ❛ jasper and i gave tyche cash for the offering . shit we won off of the rest of you soft heads . ❜ he answers her next question , never one to skip over an opportunity to talk about himself . ❛ but i kept like half of my shit and told her what i gave her was all i had . ❜ the grin that slips onto his features is luminous , and he aims at her , looking for an acknowledgement of his pure , unadulterated craftiness .
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ “ ew . ” the monosyllabic word falls flat from her mouth at his statement to walk her home before she even had the chance to register that she was saying it . a look of surprise crosses her face momentarily , brooklyn shocking herself with the automatic response . she chalked it down to the wine in her system and the natural irritation jesse raised , shaking her head to dismiss the comment . rather than waiting , brook sticks a foot out and turns her body away from his , taking off to her cabin and not prolonging their shared company . being around him made her uncomfortable , like the fact she had been hiding anything that happened for five years was making her feel sick .
ignoring the feeling in her chest , looks at jesse with a fake look of interest , trying to follow along in his story . when they were still stuck in the hermes cabin , brooklyn had always gave hermes an offering , even when she knew who her mother was . the blatant disrespect for someone who could obliterate her was something she was sure only jesse could master . “ i’m sure she didn’t notice , besides you won it , yours to do what you please with . ” brooklyn offers . looking up at him , she muses to herself for a moment , “ you’re less insufferable at the moment than you typically are . ”
pynkmin·:
Earlier in the day, the north woods would’ve made quite the lovely sight, dressed in bright reds and golds as Demeter busied herself with her daughter’s departure to the Underworld. She was too busy to make it to the Hecatomb, apparently.
Poseidon, god of the seas, most important person living on Olympus after Zeus, made it.
Min didn’t care; really, they didn’t.
As the sun set, the woods’ deceptive beauty faded, revealing the shadows among which monsters freely pranced. Perhaps stumbling into there at that time, drunk off of the wine brewed by Dionysus himself, wasn’t Min’s brightest idea, nor was it worth the effort. Nestled between the tree branches, they finally gave up trying to call their mom. The signal was just fine—they’ve personally scouted the woods for that area—but both her personal and work phones went unanswered, which only meant she wasn’t home and didn’t want to be disturbed.
They’ve got a good guess where she was and although they’d never begrudge her the respite, it would’ve been nice to have at least one of their moms be present.
Min shuddered as a cold gust of wind threaded through the intermingling branches and dragged its icy fingers over their warm cheeks. They forgot how terribly cold it gets at night this time of the season. At least it was sobering.
Not as sobering as the sudden sound of footsteps, though. How humiliating it is for a demigod of their age to forget the cursed woods were always crawling with monsters. Their hand flew to the dagger strapped to their thigh—Demeter’s gift, how funny—and just as they moved to adjust their position, their foot slipped.
I sure hope no one sees that, was their last coherent thought before their body met the ground.
But when were the Fates ever that kind.
.・。.・゜☆ .・☾ brooklyn had only snuck of into the woods to try and call her dad , maybe let him know she had actually gotten to spend the day with her mom . her nose was glued into her phone , thumbs typing a quick text to see if he was busy with work before trying to call , when she heard the distinct sound of a startled demigod scrambling . the person in question came into her line of sight just as they hit the ground , a genuine smile crossing her features . “ dude , it’s just me . ” she says . tucking her phone back into her pocket , she holds a hand out to help them up . it was a combination of min being andromeda’s sibling and the fact that she’s been having a really good day that led to the unusual kindness radiating off her , and she wasn’t going to switch the flip for no reason . “ yelling at some trees ? ”