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“make death proud to take us…”
- William Shakespeare

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LEYLA SELVI - MANIPS & INSPO
I know water that's thicker than love, that's deeper than love with my friends People come and some people go, and some people ride 'til the end
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everything is bothering me but i am being so brave about it
Cece laughed softly as Skye made fun of her brother. It wasn't something most people could do without Cecile getting upset or defensive, but considering how close Skye was to her brother, she knew it was all in good fun. "Hmm, I haven't seen that vein too often. I think you and I know very different versions of Tripp." Head falling to the side, Cece brought a hand up to block the sun while she tried to find all the tall points in the area and see if anything stuck out. When Skye asked about the mirror, she picked it out of her pocket and played with it. "Oh, trying to use catoptromancy to see if I can spy on the other team, or get an idea of their strategy. But I was having trouble focusing. There's too many external distractions right now." She shrugged and looked at Skye with a forced smile. "I thought maybe I could help out the team."
Skye shifted his head to and from, "I suppose we do, but you're the beloved little sister who can do no wrong," he teased, "which means you're sorta the perfect trojan horse if I ever need to get back at him over something petty and forgettable." Skye joked, unable to truly think of any reason he'd stand to harass Tripp in any real or meaningful way beyond honest-to-God joking. Skye lifted his eyes over her shoulder, "Ya know, I used to be able to talk to animals when I was a witch," he sighed dramatically and wistfully, burying the familiar ache of what he'd lost. "I bet the birds know something we don't," he looked to them then, "they always do," he waved a hand, "You're useful to the team, but you know I'm sure the Faeries and vampires got this in the bag. They're the fastest of the bunch and they got wings," he fluttered his hands together like a makeshift butterfly.

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Dilan sighed heavily when he asked her what had her down and she didn’t know how to explain that she was upset over Rangi’s comments about Song. “Just—“ She started to say but then backed tracked her words. “Nevermind. It’s stupid. I shouldn’t even be upset because it’s probably true. I mean who wants to be on a stupid pixie who can’t swims team?” Shrugging as she reached over and plucked a marshmallow from his bag before shoving it in her mouth. When he offered to take her home she shook her head softly, she offered her hand to him. Swallowing the marshmallow as she turned to face him and gave him her full attention. “You’re fine. Really I have my car and can drive. I haven’t been drinking.” She reassured. She rarely drank as is, the last time she could even recall more than a glass was on her birthday when she’d got hammered. “It’s just this event is suppose to bond us, but I couldn’t feel further away from my team. Hell I would rather be with the unaffiliated at this point than the fae.”
Skye furrowed his brow, "Hey, hey now-" he shifted so he was face to face with her, "You're not a stupid pixie. You can't swim, but you're not stupid, Dilan," he insisted fondly, his brows furrowing as he tried to untangle whatever it was she wasn't saying aloud. He took her hand gently in his; his fondness for Dilan had taken many shapes over the years, somewhere lines had been blurred as much as he could blur them, his care for her was never uncertain. She was family first. Whatever else fell second. He frowned, "Dil, bonding can't happen in a week over field days. It takes time," he replied gently, "sides," Skye started with a warm smile, "You're a Fae, no matter what team you're on. That means something, and hey, if it doesn't, you're on my team. Me you, Leyla and Rio- we have one another," Skye dropped her hand, gently brushing his thumb over the back of her hand as he did.
Skye & Todd @xthetoddinatorx the camp site
Skye twirled his hat so it shielded the sun properly from his eyes as he approached Todd's interesting sleeping arrangements, his hands on his hips as he tilted his head to size it up, "How's it hanging?" he joked with a breezy smile despite the small tug of familiar sort of painful understanding that flashed at the back of his mind. A feeling he buried down with all the other things in his life he tried not to feel.
"The kind that aren't supposed to be the focus of a bonding exercise." Jo could be competitive in the right setting, but this wasn't it. This was supposed to a bonding experience at it's core, and Jo didn't want to cause any more tension or drama between factions just because she decided to be competitive about the bonding events. Jo smirked as she listened to Skye's idea of town bonding. While she didn't think it was a bad idea, the idea of throwing a party where there would definitely be alcohol meant a potential for a lot of inebriated adults who might have intense emotions about each other... it felt like bad news. "I agree, it does feel like theres been a lot of pressure... some of it self inflicted. I just hope everyone comes out of this in a better space." This was the third time Skye had made a slightly flirty comment and Jo knew that meant she had to lay it down thick. Which was unusual for her... she couldn't remember the last time she had to tell a man she was a lesbian. "Hey uh... I'm flattered and everything but, just wanna make it known I'm not interested in men." She took a bite of her burger after saying it, because sometimes shit gets awkward after that.
Skye frowned at the answer, "This was bonding?" he asked with a small humorless laugh, "There was nothing but cheating and team against team," he shrugged and popped up a seltzer, taking a large drink and grimacing as he did. Who brought these? He thought bitterly, eyes scanning the crowd before his attention landed easily back on Jo. He shrugged, "You can't force people into a better space by putting them in bonding exercises and cross-the-line questions. Trust has to be built organically, by actions in moments that matter; grief has to pass on its own. This won't change that," he answered in a rare moment of sincerity. Having been forced into a boys camp where these sort of exercises were pushed upon them in terrible extremes, Skye had seen how these things could go wrong. Time was the answer to healing, and reflection was the answer to trust. Trust was earned, not won in a field day game. Skye realized after a short second what she was implying and he nodded, "Oh dope!" he exclaimed and sat down easily beside her, "What I'm gathering then is I'd be your perfect wingman- what sort of women are you into?" he said nodding his head towards a petite redhead, "She's cute, right?" He smiled, "I think she technically has a boyfriend-" he furrowed his brow and instead nodded towards the Fae Queen sitting by herself nursing a drink he'd not seen her put down all night, "She kinda intimidates me, but as far as I know," he nudged her playfully and sat back unbothered as ever as he sipped the seltzer and pulled another dissatisfied face.
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Happy Birthday! Figured I'd bring a slice of home to you. (Yes, the cake was shipped in from Momofuku's). -Bri
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Happy Birthday, Skye! From, Tink
Leyla narrowed her eyes over at him as he took the plate from her hand. "Can I have my burger back at least?" She muttered under her breath as she motioned to the burger that still had the plastic knife sticking directly through it. "Huh? But, I've been to plenty of parties and have never once had an edible," She grumbled out. Her voice softening ever so slightly as her eyes widened curiously over at him. "Okay," She gave him a small nod as she took two brownies from the plate, popping a whole brownie into her mouth before he could warn her. "Though," She gulped back the sweet as she told him, "No promises on him not finding out. He's pretty good at reading me."
"Yea, yea, I know better than to get between a pixie and her burger," he teased handing her back the newly plated burger, and knowing look as if to say not to stab through this plate. "Never? I feel like every party in town I've been at people are passing around drugs like candy...sometimes it is candy," Skye's eyes widened his hands going up with a nervous chuckle under his breath," oh fuck." He was fucked, she was going to be in for a wild ride and if Ken found out? Fuck it, they ball. Skye swiped a couple cans of soda, "You're gonna want all the snacks you can get in about I'd say half an hour or so? Let's go steal you some s'mores."
Rae would have helped put the tent up, if her nose hadn't started bleeding second after moving the boulder from where their flag had been hiding. It was more than a little disheartening; she hadn't felt like she'd been overusing her magic at all, and yet, be it fatigue still settling over her bones from the field days events or just her body in rebellion, there she sat holding a tissue to her nose to make sure it had finally stopped bleeding. "Sure, cher," she said, grinning as she handed over her bag. It was nothing fancy, light with a two changes of clothes and some toiletries. "Show me our new digs."
Skye took the bags from Rae, a cursory glance down the bridge of her nose, "You gonna be okay?" he kept an expression of light joviality, knowing full well witches and nose bleeds could have easily been a sign of something else. "That boulder was extra...boulder-y," Skye cleared her throat, a flirtatious smile smothering any embarrassment her felt over his choice of words. Recovering quickly as he did he held open the tent flaps to let her in first. Ducking to follow in after her, Skye whistled, bumping his head on the low ceiling he got to his knees, placing their bags out of the way, "It's not much, but it has anything you could ever want," Skye gestured leisurely, "Fluffy sleeping arrangments," he said patting their sleeping bags, "a cheese plate, and I think I brought something to wash that down that pairs well," he said while digging through his bag and pulling out a bottle of whiskey, "and if the pillow isn't to your liking, my offer still stands."
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Nate & Skye - campgrounds @nate-windsor
Skye left his tent with a sizeable yawning stretch after a late afternoon nap. This whole week had been like summer camp for Skye, the sort of camp he wanted to attend as a boy but had never been afforded the chance. Not when his mother had other ideas, reminded of them when he caught a familiar flash at the food tent Skye sauntered over, plucking a piece of fruit from the table, "You didn't want it, did ya?" he tested, offering it out to Nate with a boyish smile. He had taken notice of some oddities, largely in the withering stares given to him by a leggy brunette, "If looks could kill," he whispered, leaning in close, his dark eyes darting to the woman in question, "What did you do to piss the leggy one off?"He pressed while turning his back, feeling the sharp bite of a roll of her eyes. Skye blew her a kiss which he was surprised to see her catch and flip him the bird. He laughed, "Fiesty, damn..." He offered a look of sympathy to his friend, piling his plate high with food. "C'mon let's find some shade away from all the shade."

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"To late," She grumbled out. Her bottom lip jutted out into a sad pout as she lifted her burger and her plate up by the end of her plastic fork. "Wha-" Her eyes widened in shock. Her jaw falling open just a tad as he mentioned the number of desserts that have drugs in them. "How much is the pack packing?" She blinked over curiously, only for her eyes to momentarily light up. "Gimme the brownie. The special brownie, please? I promise I'll never dump a whole container of salt on your food again?"
Skye took the impaled plate from her hands, "Wreck it pixie," he teased while setting her up with a new plate not at risk of falling a part, "It's a party," he shrugged without really answering her question. He grabbed the tray, giving her a curious look before nodding, fuck it. "Okay, but only a corner piece. I don't need you zooted into an alternate dimension because you ate a whole edible...and don't tell Ken where you got it, capiche?" He teased not really minding either way, "I love my food salty, Leyla. You made it better," he laughed handed over the piece deciding if she was going to be high he'd stay sober to keep her from falling over or anything else.
Skye & Rae @earthwindandraen
Skye had no problem setting up their accommodations; the work was methodical, his mind easily switching into a skill set that he had learned as a teen in the boy's camps. A thought he quickly smothered out when he grinned warmly at Rae gesturing towards the tent, "Home for the weekend- want the grand tour?" He suggested with a flirtatious smile, hauling his backpack over his shoulder and holding out his hand to take hers as well.