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               the amphitheater was a place where winter spent less time in. but there were nights where he found himself there, and just took center stage. that and he liked how his voice sounded here. how it amplified, and echoed. so he found his way in, and he just hummed. and the fact that no one was around, winter wasn't shy to use his voice. he started to sing a song that he listened to when he was in high school.

" the little things you like stick, and i like aerosol i don’t give a fuck, i'm not giving up, i still want it all... "

he's about to resign himself to failure when he spots someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. "if you're here to fish, don't bother." a gentle sigh leaves his lips, shaking his head. "never seen fish so disinterested in bait."

he remembered the day with a haunting clarity: the glittering lake under the ripple of summer heat, the swaying trees through a fresh breeze, the water droplets on the back of gabriel’s hands as he helped undo the clasps of lars’ armor leather.

he didn’t know what called him to wade into the water, but lars was already knees deep by the time he realized it. and he was cold, cold, cold down to his bones. the chill suffused everywhere, like winter rot, growing only stronger by the minute. again, that feeling of never being able to find warmth returned. intensified.

the ice spread in a crawl, faintly misting over the grey waters of the lake at first before a second wave crystallized it. then a third swept over in a blue miasma, chilling everything within a radius around him. he let out a gasp. but he didn’t hold back. if the world froze over, then so be it. lars’ skin steamed as his magic rippled out, causing all underwater plants and creatures to freeze.

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silas  was  on  a  mission.

  others  might  be  okay  just  hanging  out  with  each  other,  having  fun  &  drinking,  or  whatever  they  did  all  day,  but  silas  still  hadn't  properly  met  a  few  of  the  godlings  in  camp.  he'd  been  at  camp  for  a  few  weeks  now,  but  with  quests  sending  him  halfway  across  the  world  every  ...other  day  it  felt,  he  simply  hadn't  had  the  time.  between  that  &  training  &  the  fact  he  kinda  really  didn't  want  to  talk  to  people...  yeah,  he  was  running  behind  on  getting-to-know-fellow-godlings  duty.

  one  of  the  faces  he  caught  had  been  with  him  on  his  very  first  failure  quest  &  had  helped  saving  his  life  at  the  cliff,  but  after  that  it  felt  like  the  earth  had  swallowed  him  whole.  or  maybe  silas  had  just  been  very  good  at  not  being  where  he  usually  was,  but  now...  yep,  definitely  him.  silas  never  forgot  a  face.  names,  yes,  all  the  time,  but  not  faces.

  "hey,  you  uh...  it's  been  a  while,  but  i  meant  t'find  ya.  thanks  for  the  help."  okay,  maybe  he  should  clarify,  simply  because  it'd  been  a  while.  "for  the  help.  uh,  at  the  cliff."

                   the prince of the underworld had plenty of food in his belly. it was all delicious, and he was thankful that he ended up getting to eat all of his favorites and more. it made him less homesick. and it was nice that he ended up sitting with the prince of the seas. ronan was the first person that he ended up meeting at the camp, after the effects of the ambrosia finally ended. so it was good having to get to know him throughout the night.

when the music was getting louder, and people were getting up to dance, winter turned to look at ro. ❛ let's go dance. the music is actually good, ❜ he chuckled. ❛ or are you one of those types that hate dancing, because i can't have that. ❜ he laughed. he understood it though, because for many years he hated to go out there and having people watch him but whenever there was good music, he needed to move his hips.