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Betsy let herself get pulling into the hug, arms moving to circle Milo as she returned the gesture. She nodded, her face easy to hide from his view at this angle. “But I”m fine,” she said, her tone petulant. “There’s no reason to worry about me, promise.” A breathe in to steady her emotions-it was fine, Milo was still willing to talk to her, she hadn’t ruined anything with a careless decision, and she pulled out of the hug, offering the boy a smile.
“Oh, no, really, it’s fine,” Betsy insisted, a nervous energy bubbling up in her chest. “It’s just a donut, I had some earlier, too.” If he was offering, it was probably fine, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty that he might go out of his way for something that was her own fault.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at her whining. “You being fine isn’t gonna stop me from worrying.” He said softly, looking down at her. “You’re practically family; I care about your well-being.” He explained. He smiled back at her, moving his hand to ruffle her hair, snorting at how it became staticy.
He shrugged his shoulders, not caring about her rambling, having decided as soon as he had dropped it to get her another donut... and one for himself. “Relax, I’m gonna get one too. Haven’t had one in weeks.” His hands rubbed together as he thought of the donut, a dopey smile spreading across his face.
He listened to the child of Aphrodite, chuckling softly at their words. It was a funny statement, and the idea of the play’s plot seemed interesting enough. “Who wrote it?” He asked once they had finished talking.
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Milo rolled his eyes, finding that students tended to be dramatic when there were physical evaluations at the beginning and end of each semester; it wasn’t that he himself liked them, it was a requirement, given their godly heritage and stuff. “Yeah, you’re up.” He said, motioning for the child of Hades to follow, heading back inside the gym, a large number of students still waiting for their turn.
If Lily’s head wasn’t attached to her body, she would have lost that long ago along with everything else that has ever been her’s. She liked to blame her extreme lack of responsibility when it came to her belongings on her ADHD. Truthfully, Lily knew it was well due to the fact the she had always been a bit on the careless side. Now the professor was messing through papers and folders in the offices of the Training Room searching for her wallet - something she’d misplaced at least four times that month.
She didn’t bother to look up when the door opened and someone witnessed her shoving a folder to the ground. “Gods ‘frkn ‘bove.” Lily muttered, trying to maintain her frustration.“Sorry,” she called out before whoever entered could speak. “I’m a bit busy right now.”
He snickered slightly, bringing his free hand to cover his mouth, trying to keep her from knowing who it was. “What’d you lose now?” He teased, knowing completely that she had lost her wallet; he had found it and was bringing it back to her, but upon seeing her struggle he decided that it would be funnier to hide it from her, quickly using his slight of hand to hide the wallet.
It wasn’t until he realized that she had been going through his desk that his demeanor changed, becoming offended. “Hey, stop going through my shit!” He whined, moving and swatting her hand away. “Gods, Lily. Ye of little faith.”
juliet grinned at him. all soft edges and pink makeup, they’ve recruited nearly ten unsuspecting freshmen today alone. ( LITTLE DID THEY KNOW : juliet was going to make or break them. ) “ well, duh, “ she said with the eased tone of someone who knew they wouldn’t get in trouble for saying it. “ we all have a little bit of dramatics nestled inside us. and if not, THERE’S ALWAYS CROWD, or stage crew. “
Their sureness threw him off. He stared at them oddly, before shaking his head and chuckling at the child of Aphrodite. “Trust me, Juliet,” he began, “I’ve definitely had enough drama for a lifetime.”
“Plus, I don’t think most people would want their gym teacher to be acting with them.” He paused, hoping that he hadn’t come across as rude, the confusion on his face softening, as he offered a small smile. “But, if you need help with stunts or something, I’d be glad to help.”
he looked down, back at his work, mournfully, almost. it seemed that in most families, talents were distributed. the smart kid, the art kid, etc. GROWING UP WITH FIVE SIBLINGS, dante was the not-totally-human kid. he brought his lip to his teeth. “ uh, finding the measure of the missing angle, “ he told him, not from memory, but because that was the title of the worksheet.
he exhaled, tapping his pencil with vigor at nothing in particular. “ it’s hopeless. i’ve almost been bad at math. I TOOK ALGEBRA 1 MY SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. “
He listened carefully, glancing quickly at the sheet in his peripheral, chuckling slightly at what the son of Hades had said. “Don’t worry, math is hard. Especially when it’s not teached in a way that most people can understand.” He offered.
“So, from what I can tell, this is probably a trig worksheet.” He began, mentally running through the trig functions in his mind. “Mind if I see the problem?” He asked, arm extended.
She was still pouting, lower lip trembling slightly. An overreaction to the donut, but the harsh tone in Milo’s words didn’t help. Betsy hadn’t meant to get drunk-but one mimosa led to two, then to a finished bottle of champagne. “I was at brunch,” she defended weakly, wondering if Milo would stay upset with her. It left a heavy feeling in her gut, nervous that she had maybe crossed a line and that someone was now sick of her bullshit. She shook her head slightly, trying to push the creeping fear away and do her best to focus on Milo.
“Oh that’s nice of you to offer!” Betsy said, tone shifting back to it’s usual brightness as she looked up at him. She didn’t think it sounded forced, thankfully, as she continued to talk. “You don’t have to, though, really, no reason to go to all that trouble for me.”
He sighed deeply, feeling angry with himself for over-reacting, scared that he had driven her to tears. He hadn’t meant to of course, his anger had come from a place of worry, but even so it was not warranted. “Come here.” He beckoned, gently pulling her into a soft embrace. “’m sorry for yelling. Just worried about you.” He murmured to her.
He still felt bad, even as her cheeriness returned, hoping that she didn’t feel upset anymore. “It’s no trouble. Got to go to deliver some papers for Chiron. If you tell me which type of donut you got I can give it to you after class today.” He said, hoping that he could make it up to her.
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Ambrose sat in the quad on a bench, quietly smoking a cigarette. He loved this time of the evening - 11 at night, cool evening breeze, and his favorite thing of all - quiet. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling the breeze flow through his hair. He let out a sigh and grabbed his book out of his bag, immersing himself in the world. He heard footsteps and was immediately thrown out of the world of his book. He stared at the person standing in front of him. Eyes narrowed, glare on his face, he began to speak, “Can I fucking help you?”
That was not exactly what Milo was expecting. He hadn’t even known that someone was sitting on the bench, much less reading, and much less that they could hear his footsteps. That was embarrassing; he might not like thieving, but he knew he was damn good at it and the fact that his punk ass friend had heard him. “Chill, man.” He said, a small smirk on his face, his hands up in mock defense. “Didn’t even know you were here.” He wasn’t upset, more amused by the son of Hephaestus.
“ hey ! “ APHRODITE MAGIC WAS THICK IN THE AIR AROUND JULIET, her smile wide and her outfit chosen straight out of the catalog. a stack of files in hand, she holds out one of the pink pages ( the text moves & changes on the page — thanks, hecate kids! ) “ i’m president of theatre club. have you ever considered auditioning for the fall musical ? “
Milo looked around, trying to see if there was somebody else that she had been talking to, but upon realizing that he was indeed the one she was talking to, confusion spread across his face. “Me?” He asked, his face scrunching up and pointing at himself. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head and looking quizzically at the child of Aphrodite. “Believe me, you really don’t want that.”
Betsy wasn’t quite sure how breakfast with a friend had turned into mimosas and donuts, but she couldn’t bring herself to complain about it as she walked towards her first class, a half a donut held carelessly in her hand as she munch on it quietly as she walked. Mind drifting, and the bubbly feeling lingering from the last remnant of the taste of champagne on her tongue, she didn’t notice as her path veered into someone else’s. “Oh no!” she said, “my donut!” The treat had fallen in the collision, breaking into pieces on the ground. Betsy couldn’t help but pout, before turning her attention to the person in front of her. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” she asked, eyes darting back sadly to the now ruined snack.
Milo hadn’t meant to stumble into the short person, he was preoccupied with an errand that he had to run. All thoughts of errands immediately left his head as he heard a familiar cry, looking down to see the familiar top of her head. “Whoa!” He yelled out, his hands moving to rest on her shoulders, in an attempt to stabilize her.
He glanced at her briefly, knowing that she wasn’t often quite as clumsy as just now. Her face was flushed, and her reaction delayed, seeming to confirm his suspicions. He began glowering, placing it together. “Have you been drinking?” It was more of a statement. “For gods sake, it’s 10 in the morning, Bets!” He began scolding her, before closing his eyes and taking a breath, not wanting to be yelling at her.
“What type of donut did you get?” He asked, his voice lighter. “I’ll pick one up for you while you have class, have to go into town anyway.” He offered.
dante would hesitate to call himself dumb. HOWEVER, if his geo teacher could object, he’d bet money that she would, without hesitation. “ i’ve been staring at this problem forso long, “ he tells them, “ and i’m pretty sure i can feel my own soul leaving my body. do you want to get coffee or something ? “
Milo often was in the library; to offer support to students, and to research anything that Chiron needed. Hearing Dante’s whining, he moved to the chair next to him, trying to glance at the problem, before asking. “What’s the problem?” He had always been pretty good at math; it was necessary when thieving.
“Tell you what, solve the problem first, and I’ll help you and then I’ll buy you the coffee.” He negotiated, a small and understanding smile on his face.
「 BOB MORELY & CISMALE & HE/HIM 」— can you believe i have TEACHER MILES ‘MILO’ RYDER REYES for an early class this year? just my luck i’d get stuck with THE BROOD. this senior told me that the TWENTY NINE-YEAR-OLD is really EMPATHETIC + GENEROUS, but can also be ABRASIVE + RECKLESS, but they just remind me of BRUISED KNUCKLES, MOSAIC TILES, THE CLICK OF PICKING A LOCK. do you think it’s because they’re a SON OF HERMES with CLAUDIKENISIS & ENHANCED SPEED? maybe i should just drop PHYS. ED & SELF-DEFENSE. —「 mira & she/her or they/them & est & 16 」
so here’s the deal y’all: milo didn’t get to camp till he was twenty-one, ie. he didn’t get to camp till after the war with gaea
he was like “roman soldiers, in my Long Island? more likely than you think!” and so he followed them and wound up in Camp Half-Blood, which was dealing with the aftermath of the battle/war
so, how did he not end up at Camp Half-Blood till his twenties? it’s not a story he likes to tell
when milo was young, his mom was his best friend. she was so important, so integral to his life, that it never really occurred to him that he had a dad that had ran out on them. none of that mattered, because when he was with his mom, he knew he was safe.
he did pretty well in school despite being rambunctious due to adhd and being dyslexic, so even though he got good grades, he was often teased for being dumb
but none of that really mattered. because despite feeling safe around his mom, he never felt safe anywhere else.
he would notice scary creatures staring at him in public, before blinking briefly and then it was gone; replaced with a normal person
he became aware of them though, when he was twelve, because he could no longer blink the monsters away. and with his mom working a lot, he never really felt safe anymore.
this was the beginning of the strain on his relationship with his mom.
he stopped going to school. just kinda left before his mom left, waited till she left, and then locked himself back into the apartment. he was safe there.
when his mom found out she drove him to school, ensuring that he got to school. that was the first day he was attacked. he doesn’t remember what, or even how he killed it he thinks he strangled it but he does know that that was the turning point.
everyday he would be attacked on the way home, unable to answer his mother’s questions of how he had gotten scratches, and bruises
when he started high school, the staff noticed and forced him to speak with a counselor. he didn’t know what to do —he was scared— so he told the truth.
he ended up being hospitalized for a month, and that was what cemented in his head that he could never ever tell anyone about what he did, or even who he was.
the nail in the coffin door was late in his freshman year when he had to burn down the gym that had filled with monsters. he wasn’t dumb, he knew that as a moc his life would be over, so he ran.
that was how he learned that he had a knack for picking locks, and that he was a really good theif
he didn’t really love it, but he had to survive.
a couple of months after running away he lucked into a celestial bronze sword, and then fighting became so much easier, and safety was something that he began to feel again.
after about a year of being on his own, being nearly 17, he found a group of young demigods, like 14 at the eldest, he began protecting them.
he became sort of a big brother for the group, and since has had a very strong paternal instinct.
around christmas he used to venture back home, and would spend christmas eve looking in at his old apartment, and would sometimes leave a gift for his mom on the windowsill. when he was 19 she wasn’t there anymore, and he hasn’t seen her since.
he’s still searching for his mom, despite the life that he has at camp half-blood and olyu, just to actually be able to hug her again
because of kind of all of this he’s very broody and often closed off, but has an instinct to protect everyone around him, and has a great deal of love and compassion for those he cares about
also, he’s bi as fuck
plot ideas/connections sorry that bio was so long lmao
if someone has a character between like 19 and 27 they could be one of the kids in the group that he traveled with, so like a sibling like relationship, or whatever
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