#bitethroats

She doesn't even respond with words at first. The sound out of Bianca's throat is more of a frail, questioning coo. Three seconds tick by in completion before Lavender's comment actually registers. It's rewarded with a disgruntled look, but Bianca doesn't have the energy for theatrics. She's spending too much of it just trying to stay upright.

"'S not my fault," She says, as if anyone had leveled any blame toward her in the first place. Her hands rub fruitlessly at her eyes. They don't seem to get any less bleary no matter how much attention she pays them. "I didn't-- I didn't sleep at all. Last night."

One of the few blessings she's found since her resurrection in how easily sleep comes to her now. There is no more waiting up and staring at the door, waiting for something bad to happen. There are no more nightmares. One might say she sleeps too easily, but then, it also makes for a convenient way to avoid talking to people.

She does, at least for a moment. She isn't used to being treated so harshly. Even the Hunters, as annoying as they are, will be more snide than directly confrontational most of the time. They are certainly too wary of representing Artemis in a way that could be considered disrespectful to swear at a camper like this.

It creates an immediate wound in Silena that causes her shoulders to slump. She has tried repeatedly to convince Luke and his companions that Camp Half-blood still has people worthy of life and love, and has been repeatedly shunned. She's starting to think it's a pointless endeavor.

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you could see it beginning to boil over. what a curious thing that was. you were never an angry person to begin with in life. always the anxious and quiet little thing. and while your inner beast caused your frustration to stir more often, you still somehow managed to remain calm while lavender was explosive.

❝ i'm sure she didn't mean anything by it. ❞ you've learned to not to let most things that people in the funeral home said. ❝ grief does ... weird things to people's brains. ❞

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❝ probably, ❞ you agree without really thinking it over. you're curled up in your seat, looking over certain files that you had brought out of the office. this was therapy, you tell yourself. what was more therapeutic than assuring someone was taken care of after their death? even if you only really took care of the unsavory parts. the button of your black pen clicks underneath your thumb and you jot down another note.

❝ i don't have time. ❞ you do. you know you do. you could easy make the time. especially since the man who was technically your boss often nagged you about taking a vacation. ❝ pot meet kettle. ❞ you glance up at her through your messy hair that curtained your forehead. ❝ i'll see one when you see one. ❞