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# niightlvr — open and active blog portraying lorelei kidd.
lorelei e kidd ⋆ lore. the impossible born. hellhound brat. 17. they/them. child of nyx. legacy of apollo. introverted southerner. walks barefoot in the grass. insomniac. altruistic.
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open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
Peter enjoyed thunderstorms. He loved the sound of the rain. It was soothing. He was taking a walk around camp, letting the rain soak him to the bone as he thought about the most random things. As he passed the Pegasus stables, though, he heard sniffling and paused. Was someone crying? He looked around for a moment and saw Lorelei. “Uhhh… you good?” His voice was soft and careful as he spoke.
They peaked up, feeling awkward and pathetic in this situation they found themselves in. But here they were, unfortunately. Wiping their face before even answering.
“.. no?” Their tone was odd, more in the awkward kinda way. They weren’t a people person as someone else they knew was.
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
On the contrary, Rio LOVES thunderstorms. Whenever she was little, it was the only way she'd sleep, listening to the thunder and rain patter against the wood roofing of her and her mother's beach house.
Rio is currently frolicking, and decided to get BlackJack, seeing how the poor guy must be cooped up in the stables when he loves the rain too. There, Rio (soaking wet) discovered Lorelei. The child of Nyx shares a name with Rio's loyal steed, who is literally made out of ocean water.
"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit.. frazzled. Is it the storm?"
She knew a lot of demigods who feared storms for different reasons. Loud noises, the flashes of lightning, some just hated getting wet. She didn't understand it, but respected it.
They looked up, one blue eye gazing warily at what they were sure was a daughter of Poseidon. She seemed unaffected by this storm, aside from being wet. But couldn’t his kids just.. command themselves dry anyway. So their point still stood.
“Yes.” Though with the way they said it, it made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lorelei was not good with people, especially during this kinds of episodes. Where they found themself mentally in two different places.
One full of memories of escaping death, and the other where they were physically.
The thunderous laughter echoed every time thunder rumbled across the sky.
Her laughter, Lydia’s laughter.
"I can run to your cabin and grab you an umbrella or something so you can get back if you want."
Rio leaned against the wooden wall of the stables, the dyed streaks in her hair seeming darker thanks to the water. While she talked, she literally pulled the water out of her hair and clothes with slow wrist movements, then tossed the giant ball outside. She was perfectly dry now.
Lorelei thought, then nodded, because being anywhere else but in the stables during this storm seemed better.
“I uh.. stay in the hypnos cabin.”
"Oh, where Lyssa is.. Yeah, I can- wait."
She stops, smacking her forehead with her palm. She can control water, she doesn't need to grab an umbrella.
"Here, this should be quicker."
She stepped out into the rain and made a little water dome so Lorelei wouldn't get soaked.
"After you, m'lady."
Lore stared before hesitating to get up. They were fine, the main goal was to just get back to the Hypnos cabin. So they did get up and walked closer, freezing at the boom and flashing of the storm.
Stepping under the water dome, grass squished under red converse. Looking to the poseidon girl and nodded, they were okay and ready.
Ignoring the awkward feeling from all of this.
Rio starts walking, keeping pace with Lorelei so she doesn't get splashed with any water. She makes sure not a drop gets on the Nyx girl until they're under the shaded roof porch of the Hypnos cabin.
"Here you are, Lorelei. Stay safe, alright?"
“Yeah, thank you uh.. sorry i don’t remember your name but thank you.”
They opened the door and quickly turned back to wave before heading inside. Clearly wanting out. Though their eyes seemed apologetic for the way they were rn.
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
On the contrary, Rio LOVES thunderstorms. Whenever she was little, it was the only way she'd sleep, listening to the thunder and rain patter against the wood roofing of her and her mother's beach house.
Rio is currently frolicking, and decided to get BlackJack, seeing how the poor guy must be cooped up in the stables when he loves the rain too. There, Rio (soaking wet) discovered Lorelei. The child of Nyx shares a name with Rio's loyal steed, who is literally made out of ocean water.
"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit.. frazzled. Is it the storm?"
She knew a lot of demigods who feared storms for different reasons. Loud noises, the flashes of lightning, some just hated getting wet. She didn't understand it, but respected it.
They looked up, one blue eye gazing warily at what they were sure was a daughter of Poseidon. She seemed unaffected by this storm, aside from being wet. But couldn’t his kids just.. command themselves dry anyway. So their point still stood.
“Yes.” Though with the way they said it, it made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lorelei was not good with people, especially during this kinds of episodes. Where they found themself mentally in two different places.
One full of memories of escaping death, and the other where they were physically.
The thunderous laughter echoed every time thunder rumbled across the sky.
Her laughter, Lydia’s laughter.
"I can run to your cabin and grab you an umbrella or something so you can get back if you want."
Rio leaned against the wooden wall of the stables, the dyed streaks in her hair seeming darker thanks to the water. While she talked, she literally pulled the water out of her hair and clothes with slow wrist movements, then tossed the giant ball outside. She was perfectly dry now.
Lorelei thought, then nodded, because being anywhere else but in the stables during this storm seemed better.
“I uh.. stay in the hypnos cabin.”
"Oh, where Lyssa is.. Yeah, I can- wait."
She stops, smacking her forehead with her palm. She can control water, she doesn't need to grab an umbrella.
"Here, this should be quicker."
She stepped out into the rain and made a little water dome so Lorelei wouldn't get soaked.
"After you, m'lady."
Lore stared before hesitating to get up. They were fine, the main goal was to just get back to the Hypnos cabin. So they did get up and walked closer, freezing at the boom and flashing of the storm.
Stepping under the water dome, grass squished under red converse. Looking to the poseidon girl and nodded, they were okay and ready.
Ignoring the awkward feeling from all of this.
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
On the contrary, Rio LOVES thunderstorms. Whenever she was little, it was the only way she'd sleep, listening to the thunder and rain patter against the wood roofing of her and her mother's beach house.
Rio is currently frolicking, and decided to get BlackJack, seeing how the poor guy must be cooped up in the stables when he loves the rain too. There, Rio (soaking wet) discovered Lorelei. The child of Nyx shares a name with Rio's loyal steed, who is literally made out of ocean water.
"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit.. frazzled. Is it the storm?"
She knew a lot of demigods who feared storms for different reasons. Loud noises, the flashes of lightning, some just hated getting wet. She didn't understand it, but respected it.
They looked up, one blue eye gazing warily at what they were sure was a daughter of Poseidon. She seemed unaffected by this storm, aside from being wet. But couldn’t his kids just.. command themselves dry anyway. So their point still stood.
“Yes.” Though with the way they said it, it made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lorelei was not good with people, especially during this kinds of episodes. Where they found themself mentally in two different places.
One full of memories of escaping death, and the other where they were physically.
The thunderous laughter echoed every time thunder rumbled across the sky.
Her laughter, Lydia’s laughter.
"I can run to your cabin and grab you an umbrella or something so you can get back if you want."
Rio leaned against the wooden wall of the stables, the dyed streaks in her hair seeming darker thanks to the water. While she talked, she literally pulled the water out of her hair and clothes with slow wrist movements, then tossed the giant ball outside. She was perfectly dry now.
Lorelei thought, then nodded, because being anywhere else but in the stables during this storm seemed better.
“I uh.. stay in the hypnos cabin.”
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open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
Rain. Cold. Two things that Jaime thought the world could do without. Well, rain was needed, but he could do without thunderstorms.
He despised the way cold bit at his skin, and the noise- He hated the sudden loud booms of thunder. It was far too much like the constant red storms of Tartarus for his liking.
And the fact hed gotten lost on his way- Hed just been trying to go to the arena, took a detour into the woods, and then the stupid sky's started pouring. Fucking hell.
He hated the rain. He hated it. She hated the rain so much. Which he thought was weird. He technically wasnt human, a mimicry of one, yes. But still not human.
Black hair was soaked onto his skin, and he was running through the now muddy ground of camp Half-blood, boots spletching with each step as he looked for somewhere to wait out the storm.
That was when the stables came into sight.
He turned, now running towards them and bursting in, eyes frantic, an audible clicking of discomfort from his neck, much like a cicada. Heavy breathing came over and over, the spawn of Tartarus walking further in until his eyes landed on Lorelei. His opinion of her was- in all honesty, neutral. Nothing against her. He was just horrible at socializing.
"...Hi?" He greeted.
There was audible noise of suprise that came from the teenage demigod. From their position they look liked they’d seen a ghost.. or two. Maybe more it was a bit hard to focus for them. So controlling how they presented was out of the question.
They settled—only slightly—back against the walls of the stables. Wiping their face of any evidence of tears, having only just realized they were crying. Though it did nothing to help the redness of their eyes or their frazzled appearance.
It was just their luck to have the son of tartarus, aka their cousin in an odd, greek mythology styled sense, be the one to find them. Jamie was it. Lorelei had often stuck to their friends side more then anything. But names get passed and you hear about things and people.
“… hello.” They didn’t look up just closed up more, hiding from just about everything. It was a little odd to see someone who’s usually so.. them to be like this.
“ You uh.. got caught in the rain too..?” redirection, their favorite method of distraction it seemed.
Jaime nodded towards them, shifting his weight onto the other foot.
"Yeah, um- got lost. Trying to find the cabins." He always beat himself up, losing his way so easily. He could manage to navigate the terrain of Tartarus, but couldnt find the cabins no matter how often he tried to memorize it.
Then he seemed to look them over, noting the nail marks in their arms. Seeming to understand the distress.
"Um- do you want me to leave? I can- I can, if you want."
“No-" it came out almost instantaneously, the thought of being alone seemed almost like a nightmare to them then the one they already felt they were in.
They paused, rubbing their temples at their sudden show of needing company. For someone so uncertain of people and how to handle them. Lorelei seemed quite the opposite.
“What I mean.. you dont have to leave, you’ll probably get sick or something.. you’re already drenched as is.”
No eye contact was made directly, but as Kamie already noticed, they were in distress.
Jaime nodded again, finding he was doing that a lot now. He had to wonder if he was even capable of getting sick. A vessel meant for Tartarus, was he able to get sick?
But he understood a need for company. He never tried to pry on others lives, but he knew fear easily.
So he walked over to sit beside them, leaving plenty of space between Lorelei and him, a few clicks from his throat as he brought his knees up similarly.
"Hoping this goes quick. Storms suck." He muttered, tapping his fingers anxiously against his jeans.
His eyes then shifted over to her again, shuffling awkwardly to press his back to the stable wall.
"...You alright?" He immediately wanted to smack himself for speaking.
Underworld kids were a bit easier for Lorelei to open up to. Maybe it was the mentally of sticking together Lore adopted over the years, or maybe it was just the darkness (metaphorical) they all shared. Regardless of what, they just felt more stable in a sense around them.
Their head turned to get a better look at him.
“..same, feels like i’m trapped in a nightmare.”
They stated, absent mindedly, and it was ironic that they felt like that. Considering Nyx was the reason the god of dreams existed in the first place.
“So… not really. Uh, storms aren’t my favorite thing i guess.”
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
On the contrary, Rio LOVES thunderstorms. Whenever she was little, it was the only way she'd sleep, listening to the thunder and rain patter against the wood roofing of her and her mother's beach house.
Rio is currently frolicking, and decided to get BlackJack, seeing how the poor guy must be cooped up in the stables when he loves the rain too. There, Rio (soaking wet) discovered Lorelei. The child of Nyx shares a name with Rio's loyal steed, who is literally made out of ocean water.
"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit.. frazzled. Is it the storm?"
She knew a lot of demigods who feared storms for different reasons. Loud noises, the flashes of lightning, some just hated getting wet. She didn't understand it, but respected it.
They looked up, one blue eye gazing warily at what they were sure was a daughter of Poseidon. She seemed unaffected by this storm, aside from being wet. But couldn’t his kids just.. command themselves dry anyway. So their point still stood.
“Yes.” Though with the way they said it, it made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lorelei was not good with people, especially during this kinds of episodes. Where they found themself mentally in two different places.
One full of memories of escaping death, and the other where they were physically.
The thunderous laughter echoed every time thunder rumbled across the sky.
Her laughter, Lydia’s laughter.
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
Rain. Cold. Two things that Jaime thought the world could do without. Well, rain was needed, but he could do without thunderstorms.
He despised the way cold bit at his skin, and the noise- He hated the sudden loud booms of thunder. It was far too much like the constant red storms of Tartarus for his liking.
And the fact hed gotten lost on his way- Hed just been trying to go to the arena, took a detour into the woods, and then the stupid sky's started pouring. Fucking hell.
He hated the rain. He hated it. She hated the rain so much. Which he thought was weird. He technically wasnt human, a mimicry of one, yes. But still not human.
Black hair was soaked onto his skin, and he was running through the now muddy ground of camp Half-blood, boots spletching with each step as he looked for somewhere to wait out the storm.
That was when the stables came into sight.
He turned, now running towards them and bursting in, eyes frantic, an audible clicking of discomfort from his neck, much like a cicada. Heavy breathing came over and over, the spawn of Tartarus walking further in until his eyes landed on Lorelei. His opinion of her was- in all honesty, neutral. Nothing against her. He was just horrible at socializing.
"...Hi?" He greeted.
There was audible noise of suprise that came from the teenage demigod. From their position they look liked they’d seen a ghost.. or two. Maybe more it was a bit hard to focus for them. So controlling how they presented was out of the question.
They settled—only slightly—back against the walls of the stables. Wiping their face of any evidence of tears, having only just realized they were crying. Though it did nothing to help the redness of their eyes or their frazzled appearance.
It was just their luck to have the son of tartarus, aka their cousin in an odd, greek mythology styled sense, be the one to find them. Jamie was it. Lorelei had often stuck to their friends side more then anything. But names get passed and you hear about things and people.
“… hello.” They didn’t look up just closed up more, hiding from just about everything. It was a little odd to see someone who’s usually so.. them to be like this.
“ You uh.. got caught in the rain too..?” redirection, their favorite method of distraction it seemed.
Jaime nodded towards them, shifting his weight onto the other foot.
"Yeah, um- got lost. Trying to find the cabins." He always beat himself up, losing his way so easily. He could manage to navigate the terrain of Tartarus, but couldnt find the cabins no matter how often he tried to memorize it.
Then he seemed to look them over, noting the nail marks in their arms. Seeming to understand the distress.
"Um- do you want me to leave? I can- I can, if you want."
“No-" it came out almost instantaneously, the thought of being alone seemed almost like a nightmare to them then the one they already felt they were in.
They paused, rubbing their temples at their sudden show of needing company. For someone so uncertain of people and how to handle them. Lorelei seemed quite the opposite.
“What I mean.. you dont have to leave, you’ll probably get sick or something.. you’re already drenched as is.”
No eye contact was made directly, but as Kamie already noticed, they were in distress.
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
Rain. Cold. Two things that Jaime thought the world could do without. Well, rain was needed, but he could do without thunderstorms.
He despised the way cold bit at his skin, and the noise- He hated the sudden loud booms of thunder. It was far too much like the constant red storms of Tartarus for his liking.
And the fact hed gotten lost on his way- Hed just been trying to go to the arena, took a detour into the woods, and then the stupid sky's started pouring. Fucking hell.
He hated the rain. He hated it. She hated the rain so much. Which he thought was weird. He technically wasnt human, a mimicry of one, yes. But still not human.
Black hair was soaked onto his skin, and he was running through the now muddy ground of camp Half-blood, boots spletching with each step as he looked for somewhere to wait out the storm.
That was when the stables came into sight.
He turned, now running towards them and bursting in, eyes frantic, an audible clicking of discomfort from his neck, much like a cicada. Heavy breathing came over and over, the spawn of Tartarus walking further in until his eyes landed on Lorelei. His opinion of her was- in all honesty, neutral. Nothing against her. He was just horrible at socializing.
"...Hi?" He greeted.
There was audible noise of suprise that came from the teenage demigod. From their position they look liked they’d seen a ghost.. or two. Maybe more it was a bit hard to focus for them. So controlling how they presented was out of the question.
They settled—only slightly—back against the walls of the stables. Wiping their face of any evidence of tears, having only just realized they were crying. Though it did nothing to help the redness of their eyes or their frazzled appearance.
It was just their luck to have the son of tartarus, aka their cousin in an odd, greek mythology styled sense, be the one to find them. Jamie was it. Lorelei had often stuck to their friends side more then anything. But names get passed and you hear about things and people.
“… hello.” They didn’t look up just closed up more, hiding from just about everything. It was a little odd to see someone who’s usually so.. them to be like this.
“ You uh.. got caught in the rain too..?” redirection, their favorite method of distraction it seemed.
open starter — caught in a storm of memories
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
But every once in awhile, one managed to make it into camp. They did not mind when storms were simply rain and greying skies. But every once in awhile.. they were booming and chaotic and worse.
They always make it to the Hypnos cabin with minutes to spare, always. What had they’d done wrong this time.
Cause this time: Lorelei was stuck with the pegasus. Huddled in the corner of an empty stall. Legs tucked close to their check, arms wrapped around them, and finger digging into the flesh of their upper arm.
Storms brought back memories, whirling forces with booming laughter and wild, unpredictable personalities.
Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Now they were stuck here, listing to what they assumed were pegasus complaining about the storm and being locked in.. that or the blonde headed demigod now invading their space. Both seemed likely.
Rain pelted against the roof and the occasional boom and crackle of light were audible and visible from the openings in the stables. They tensed every time, yet remained unaware of the wet steaks clinging to cheeks and making their way down their face, dripping from their chin and dampening their sleeves.
They would choose to be anywhere but here, in this stupid, dusty, old pegasus stall. Yet, could not. All cause their focus slipped from their grasps and left trapped them in the stables while mentally being somewhere else. It was only a little thunder, lorelei? get your shit together.
This was utterly pathetic of for child of night. Born from the shadows of one who even Zeus fears.
Oh how Lorelei hated thunderstorms.
Especially how they made them feel pathetic.
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“I don’t think hellhounds are that scary? They’re kinda like big puppies really.”
“But maybe that’s just the fact I have two hellhounds who are essentially still in the puppy stage and aren’t that much bigger than adult Labrador retrievers.”
“Can I meet them? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASRLEASEPLEASE”
“Pretty please!”
“Oh-! well I don’t see why not? They need a wee bit more socialization anyway. I don’t find many campers willing to interact with the much..”
Turning slightly to whistle into a shadowed spot. Seconds later two canines appeared. They were infact the size of adult labradors. Though one was a bit fluffier than the other.
“The one with the sleeker coat is Alexis, the fluffier one is Adamentios.“
“I don’t think hellhounds are that scary? They’re kinda like big puppies really.”
“But maybe that’s just the fact I have two hellhounds who are essentially still in the puppy stage and aren’t that much bigger than adult Labrador retrievers.”
open starter — sleepyhead (yes like the song)
Most individuals were awake by now. The sun having risen with Apollo’s guidance, and campers bouncing around camp like they were running on pure sugar and adrenaline.. and knowing camp- that was most definitely true for at least one camper out there. Even—for once!—the Hypnos kid’s were out and about, rare thing for the children of the god of sleep.
Well, there was one resident of cabin 15 who was not surprisingly unaccounted for: Lorelei Kidd. It was easy to come to the conclusion they were most definitely still asleep. But hey, being children of the gods, it never hurt to check!
That is when you find none other than the blonde child of Nyx still in their pajamas, head buried in a pillow and their blanket thrown on the floor. Found it quite telling whether they were out could or not, or if they were only barely waking up and refusing to greet the sun.
Lorelei adjusted themselves and groaned, knowing that a little extra light had made its way inside.
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Lorelei? Are you awake yet? It's almost breakfast time, and they have the good pancakes.
*Lyssa sits outside the fort, waiting for her friend*
Another grumble before one blue eye poked out, had lidded and still plagued with sleep. A yawn pulled itself from the depths of them. They were sleepy as ever, the sun a pleasant lullaby to their systems. A shimmy into another comfortable position was observed.
Their eyes closed again and even with the found foe today sounding like something straight out of Elysium, Lorelei still didn’t budge.
Lorelei, come on.. I know the fort is comfy, but you need to eat something! Also I smelled the pancakes, and they smell AMAZING, I think they also have bacon up there?
The same blue eye peeked out again, seemingly debating on if it was worth it to leave the cozy paradise that was their bed and the Hypnos cabin in general. Because they loved the camps pancakes and bacon was one of their favorite breakfast items. Reminded them of home and their dad and stuff.
“Coffee..?”
It came out an ask, sleepy and quiet, maybe a hint of annoyance for having to possibly get up, but if they have coffee that would be the final reason for them to get up. Coffee was almost like a life line for them to beat sleepy morning.
Probably, and if not, Leo has one in Cabin 9 we can use.
*Lyssa stood up, prepared to help Lorelei out of the fort if needed.*
Begrudgingly they pulled themselves away and got up. Not pleased but willing to if it meant good food and coffee.
“M up..”
There was no intent to change out of their pajamas, which could now clearly be seen to contain an old, worn camp half-blood t-shirt and black shorts. They yawned once more and rubbed their eyes. Taking fingers through tangled hair to at least look a little presentable. No socks nor shoes were worn and they didn’t seem to care all that much.
“M ready to go.”
Alright. Come on, I'm hungry.
*Lyssa holds the cabin door open for her, then walks to the dining pavilion, where (miraculously) there was indeed coffee.*
Lorelei straight b-lined it to the coffee. Upon seeing and smelling it. Meticulously preparing whatever kind of coffee they usually got. Half the time it was straight black coffee and the other half a sugary monstrosity. Today it was 100% the latter.
Though luckily, the insomniac child of Nyx seems ten times more awake now.
“It’s good, the coffee.”
Commenting as they came back with an almost spilling mug in hand.
open starter — sleepyhead (yes like the song)
Most individuals were awake by now. The sun having risen with Apollo’s guidance, and campers bouncing around camp like they were running on pure sugar and adrenaline.. and knowing camp- that was most definitely true for at least one camper out there. Even—for once!—the Hypnos kid’s were out and about, rare thing for the children of the god of sleep.
Well, there was one resident of cabin 15 who was not surprisingly unaccounted for: Lorelei Kidd. It was easy to come to the conclusion they were most definitely still asleep. But hey, being children of the gods, it never hurt to check!
That is when you find none other than the blonde child of Nyx still in their pajamas, head buried in a pillow and their blanket thrown on the floor. Found it quite telling whether they were out could or not, or if they were only barely waking up and refusing to greet the sun.
Lorelei adjusted themselves and groaned, knowing that a little extra light had made its way inside.
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Lorelei? Are you awake yet? It's almost breakfast time, and they have the good pancakes.
*Lyssa sits outside the fort, waiting for her friend*
Another grumble before one blue eye poked out, had lidded and still plagued with sleep. A yawn pulled itself from the depths of them. They were sleepy as ever, the sun a pleasant lullaby to their systems. A shimmy into another comfortable position was observed.
Their eyes closed again and even with the found foe today sounding like something straight out of Elysium, Lorelei still didn’t budge.
Lorelei, come on.. I know the fort is comfy, but you need to eat something! Also I smelled the pancakes, and they smell AMAZING, I think they also have bacon up there?
The same blue eye peeked out again, seemingly debating on if it was worth it to leave the cozy paradise that was their bed and the Hypnos cabin in general. Because they loved the camps pancakes and bacon was one of their favorite breakfast items. Reminded them of home and their dad and stuff.
“Coffee..?”
It came out an ask, sleepy and quiet, maybe a hint of annoyance for having to possibly get up, but if they have coffee that would be the final reason for them to get up. Coffee was almost like a life line for them to beat sleepy morning.
Probably, and if not, Leo has one in Cabin 9 we can use.
*Lyssa stood up, prepared to help Lorelei out of the fort if needed.*
Begrudgingly they pulled themselves away and got up. Not pleased but willing to if it meant good food and coffee.
“M up..”
There was no intent to change out of their pajamas, which could now clearly be seen to contain an old, worn camp half-blood t-shirt and black shorts. They yawned once more and rubbed their eyes. Taking fingers through tangled hair to at least look a little presentable. No socks nor shoes were worn and they didn’t seem to care all that much.
“M ready to go.”
open starter — sleepyhead (yes like the song)
Most individuals were awake by now. The sun having risen with Apollo’s guidance, and campers bouncing around camp like they were running on pure sugar and adrenaline.. and knowing camp- that was most definitely true for at least one camper out there. Even—for once!—the Hypnos kid’s were out and about, rare thing for the children of the god of sleep.
Well, there was one resident of cabin 15 who was not surprisingly unaccounted for: Lorelei Kidd. It was easy to come to the conclusion they were most definitely still asleep. But hey, being children of the gods, it never hurt to check!
That is when you find none other than the blonde child of Nyx still in their pajamas, head buried in a pillow and their blanket thrown on the floor. Found it quite telling whether they were out could or not, or if they were only barely waking up and refusing to greet the sun.
Lorelei adjusted themselves and groaned, knowing that a little extra light had made its way inside.
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Lorelei? Are you awake yet? It's almost breakfast time, and they have the good pancakes.
*Lyssa sits outside the fort, waiting for her friend*
Another grumble before one blue eye poked out, had lidded and still plagued with sleep. A yawn pulled itself from the depths of them. They were sleepy as ever, the sun a pleasant lullaby to their systems. A shimmy into another comfortable position was observed.
Their eyes closed again and even with the found foe today sounding like something straight out of Elysium, Lorelei still didn’t budge.
Lorelei, come on.. I know the fort is comfy, but you need to eat something! Also I smelled the pancakes, and they smell AMAZING, I think they also have bacon up there?
The same blue eye peeked out again, seemingly debating on if it was worth it to leave the cozy paradise that was their bed and the Hypnos cabin in general. Because they loved the camps pancakes and bacon was one of their favorite breakfast items. Reminded them of home and their dad and stuff.
“Coffee..?”
It came out an ask, sleepy and quiet, maybe a hint of annoyance for having to possibly get up, but if they have coffee that would be the final reason for them to get up. Coffee was almost like a life line for them to beat sleepy morning.
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open starter — sleepyhead (yes like the song)
Most individuals were awake by now. The sun having risen with Apollo’s guidance, and campers bouncing around camp like they were running on pure sugar and adrenaline.. and knowing camp- that was most definitely true for at least one camper out there. Even—for once!—the Hypnos kid’s were out and about, rare thing for the children of the god of sleep.
Well, there was one resident of cabin 15 who was not surprisingly unaccounted for: Lorelei Kidd. It was easy to come to the conclusion they were most definitely still asleep. But hey, being children of the gods, it never hurt to check!
That is when you find none other than the blonde child of Nyx still in their pajamas, head buried in a pillow and their blanket thrown on the floor. Found it quite telling whether they were out could or not, or if they were only barely waking up and refusing to greet the sun.
Lorelei adjusted themselves and groaned, knowing that a little extra light had made its way inside.
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Lorelei? Are you awake yet? It's almost breakfast time, and they have the good pancakes.
*Lyssa sits outside the fort, waiting for her friend*
Another grumble before one blue eye poked out, had lidded and still plagued with sleep. A yawn pulled itself from the depths of them. They were sleepy as ever, the sun a pleasant lullaby to their systems. A shimmy into another comfortable position was observed.
Their eyes closed again and even with the found foe today sounding like something straight out of Elysium, Lorelei still didn’t budge.
A southerner? Is your accent really like what the movies use? Sorry, is that rude to ask?
@twinnightmares
“Mhm, southern as the day is long.”
“Now that depends, most movies go for the stereotypical kinda southern accent that’s over exaggerated most of the time. Not sayin any southerners don’t sound like that. just a specific kind. Accents kinda differ with where you are.”
They shrug.
“And I don’t min at all, didn’t find it rude one bit.”
That makes sense similar to the rest of the languages, just depends on where your from I suppose, ive always wanted a southern accent, feel like it sounds better than my own
“Yep, accents are cool like that.”
Though the blonde teen didn’t like or rather understand much of small talk, this didn’t seem like a text book definition of it. Maybe that is why they didn’t feel too awkward about it.
“I think your accents nice, then again I think a lot of accents are nice, where ya from?”
Boston actually, me and my twin are from there. It's a nice area, I did have to leave some friends behind to come here but its ok I suppose, ill make new ones
“Oh Boston? heard it’s nice, but cold..”
They hummed. Cold places were not Lorelei’s favorites, or hot places. They liked the middle temps, one that weren’t too hot or too cold.
“Not a big fan of the cold though, personally.
oh its definitely cold, not a big fan, but my sister likes it and we went to school there, I like it here much more, much less cold
“Thank the gods camp is like a giant AC unit.”
They smiled a little, cause hey camp really was a giant walking class mate control done where it rarely rains or snows, never too cold and well occasionally hot as any summer camp would be. But most of the time? it was nice.
“One thing we have in common, but that sounds nice. Going to school together I mean. Always had somebody?”
Oh cool, uh yeah, my twin does everything with me, well, not as much anymore but... but yeah its nice here, been able to relax and not freezs
Lorelei thought for a hard minute, it was not something they could easily imagine, they didn’t have a twin or really any sibling thy grew up with, not biologically in any case. Sure they had someone they considered family, but that was something so completely different to that situation.
“Oh- i’m sorry, that sounds not fun?”
Hoping to read this situation correctly, words weren’t exactly Loreleis forte after all.
“Oh, wait I completely forgot to introduce myself, my apologize. I’m Lorelei, or Lore. I don’t mind either.”
