#deathscn

"hey   there   hun!   how've   you   been?" sethan   asked   with   a   smile   as   he   looked   at   the   other. "i   haven't   seen   you   around.   you   avoiding   me,   huh?" sethan   joked   with   a   grin   and   a   playful   wink.

now that it was over, he needed a break, some time away from the camp. luckily, he wouldn't be going alone, dragging the son of hades into his little adventure. back in his previous life, he'd gotten into lots of trouble with an old friend. now, he was hoping he could possibly stay out of trouble with the law.

packing an overnight bag, he makes his way over to winter's cabin, knocking curtly at the door. a loud whistle announces his presence, grinning wide. "winter! it's me."

the last few weeks had been truly exhausting, not just physically, but more so mentally. it had took more ouf of him than he had ever thought possible, from the invasion, to the constant monster attacks, but the thing that had made him realize maybe he was doing a little too much was the heartsong, when he'd given some of his power to the shield he'd passed out in a field and awoken 8 hours later alone, cold and mentally fucked. but he also had a certain sense of peace, that he had helped camp be that bit safer, helped winter survive longer. and that was the most important thing. so he would do it again in a heartbeat, even if it meant he wouldn't come back from it.

Lingering.

So many people had been lingering, like they were hoping somebody might just... Show up. He felt like it was rude to intrude, so waiting at one of the tables had become a game of 'Would he manage to get in and out before somebody else strolled in?'.

It... Clearly had not been a very successful game, considering Winter caught him with a bread roll grasped between his teeth while rooting around for a knife and he knew he'd seen somebody leaving with peanut butt-

He was just straight up not having a good time.

"There are. So many Gods." There was a tiredness in his tone as his head allowed a solid thunk to fill the relative quiet of the library. Getting a better grasp for the camp had been his first priority, and this was his second. Getting a better understanding for those he was meant to be pledging loyalty to now. Was that the right wo- Were any of these the right words anymore?

by the time atticus finished his shift at the infirmary, dinner was long over and most of the camp must have been fast asleep. it'd been a long day of taking care of godlings who got injured from sparring, he wanted to shut himself off for a day or two to simply recharge. hearing a rumbling in his stomach, the son of athena realized just how hungry he was now that he didn't have work to distract him. he could probably make himself something back at his cabin but the kitchens is where all the good food was. quickly crossing the quad, atticus snuck into the kitchens to look for food. 

pulling a few things out of the fridge, atticus nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned around and saw someone watching him from the other side of the room. "oh my god," he clutches his chest with the hand that was holding a bag of carrots he intended to cook. "you should wear a bell or something."

the innkeeper returned after a brief absence, just as winters appeared. “your bath is ready, mr. lars! we managed to secure you the last available tub! quite a busy week, i’m afraid, especially as we try to get past the spring chill!”

he fought off a groan. of course, it was the last available tub and of course, winter was here. the northman considered his prospects for a moment, then let out a sigh. “you can take it,” he told winter. “i’ll head off to the lake.”