aeneas.
𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚.
guts, grace, and glory baby.
/*right side*/
Perhaps it was the birds chirping at 5:00 AM or just simply Nicholas' bodily clock deciding to officially start off his day the moment the sun rose. Either way, by Apollo's good graces, the moment the sun began to rise, so did Nicholas— an early bird ready to grab his handful of worms. It was a monotonous routine, with the child of Nike getting up at the crack of dawn, jumping over the heaps of sports equipment his siblings never cleaned up (but to their defense, he never cleaned it up either and he has no plans to) and getting himself ready for his morning jog.
By the time he was done taking his cold shower and brushing his teeth in the boy's bathroom, Nick quickly began his little run around the camp. With the rest of camp asleep, it gave him enough time to set his head straight. Call it a gut feeling, but Nicholas felt like there was something different about today, that finally he'd have an end to the monotonous routine he's been having for the past months since he returned from a visit at his father's place. To describe his stay at camp to be boring was a bit harsh, he was the head of the Nike cabin and his half siblings— the Avitori twins, Marcus Jones, and Lina Flint were a handful. All rowdy individuals who were constantly on the move when they weren't fast asleep. Nicholas Gold, the king of stamina, could even admit that making sure one of them doesn't break their necks in the middle of a capture the flag game was a difficult challenge. Especially when he was forced to prioritize them or winning (don't ask what he usually chooses).
But staying at camp for so long, witnessing campers who were literally thirteen getting assigned to quests and missions where he got nothing was making him restless. Maybe Chiron and / or the oracle didn't think he was capable. Maybe he would be the first child of Nike to end up as a miserable failure not out of shortcomings in a mission, but missing out on missions in general. Forced to stay in camp till he turned eighteen and choose to move on with his life as a college student, or whatever plans he had in the near future for that matter.
Perhaps today was going to be different.
Heavy on his thoughts, he came to realize that he's been running around camp nearly twice already and finally came to a halt at cabin sixteen. Even when immersed in self-depreciation he found himself crawling back to the cabin of Nemesis after every jog. Some may say his friendship with a certain daughter of Nemesis was more of a frenemies thing rather than a friends thing, which would be correct. Adira Vissent and him always seemed on the verge of killing each other yet it was odd when one was seen without the other. Nicholas wasn't clingy despite campers calling him a golden retriever bothering poor Dira like a mutt and with their owner, he'd rather describe their dynamic to be enjoyable and a give-and-take. He liked bugging her every morning to get her to eat breakfast with him, maybe this time around he could get her to join him at the Nike table for once.
What kept him coming back wasn't because he was *smitten* or anything like that, of course not. Nicholas liked how everyday felt fresh when he was with her, she always found a way to create a new issue to bicker about, something stupid to fight about, a new challenge to develop the endless scoreboard that Nick made for them since they were thirteen. He was obviously a point ahead counting the first ever fight they had when she had the gall to accuse him of cheating in a wholesome game of capture the flag in their youth.
Sitting outside her cabin for a couple more minutes, waiting for the sun to truly shine and for more campers to exit their cabins (earning a couple of eye-rolls from those who see him yet again sitting in front of cabin sixteen). Once he felt like he's given her enough 'beauty sleep', he got up from his little spot on the grass and walked up to the doors of the cabin, knocking in a merry tune as he shouted, "Dira darling! Time for the most important meal of the day, you gotta wake up!"
Oh how he loves his mornings.
By the time he was done taking his cold shower and brushing his teeth in the boy's bathroom, Nick quickly began his little run around the camp. With the rest of camp asleep, it gave him enough time to set his head straight. Call it a gut feeling, but Nicholas felt like there was something different about today, that finally he'd have an end to the monotonous routine he's been having for the past months since he returned from a visit at his father's place. To describe his stay at camp to be boring was a bit harsh, he was the head of the Nike cabin and his half siblings— the Avitori twins, Marcus Jones, and Lina Flint were a handful. All rowdy individuals who were constantly on the move when they weren't fast asleep. Nicholas Gold, the king of stamina, could even admit that making sure one of them doesn't break their necks in the middle of a capture the flag game was a difficult challenge. Especially when he was forced to prioritize them or winning (don't ask what he usually chooses).
But staying at camp for so long, witnessing campers who were literally thirteen getting assigned to quests and missions where he got nothing was making him restless. Maybe Chiron and / or the oracle didn't think he was capable. Maybe he would be the first child of Nike to end up as a miserable failure not out of shortcomings in a mission, but missing out on missions in general. Forced to stay in camp till he turned eighteen and choose to move on with his life as a college student, or whatever plans he had in the near future for that matter.
Perhaps today was going to be different.
Heavy on his thoughts, he came to realize that he's been running around camp nearly twice already and finally came to a halt at cabin sixteen. Even when immersed in self-depreciation he found himself crawling back to the cabin of Nemesis after every jog. Some may say his friendship with a certain daughter of Nemesis was more of a frenemies thing rather than a friends thing, which would be correct. Adira Vissent and him always seemed on the verge of killing each other yet it was odd when one was seen without the other. Nicholas wasn't clingy despite campers calling him a golden retriever bothering poor Dira like a mutt and with their owner, he'd rather describe their dynamic to be enjoyable and a give-and-take. He liked bugging her every morning to get her to eat breakfast with him, maybe this time around he could get her to join him at the Nike table for once.
What kept him coming back wasn't because he was *smitten* or anything like that, of course not. Nicholas liked how everyday felt fresh when he was with her, she always found a way to create a new issue to bicker about, something stupid to fight about, a new challenge to develop the endless scoreboard that Nick made for them since they were thirteen. He was obviously a point ahead counting the first ever fight they had when she had the gall to accuse him of cheating in a wholesome game of capture the flag in their youth.
Sitting outside her cabin for a couple more minutes, waiting for the sun to truly shine and for more campers to exit their cabins (earning a couple of eye-rolls from those who see him yet again sitting in front of cabin sixteen). Once he felt like he's given her enough 'beauty sleep', he got up from his little spot on the grass and walked up to the doors of the cabin, knocking in a merry tune as he shouted, "Dira darling! Time for the most important meal of the day, you gotta wake up!"
Oh how he loves his mornings.
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wagging my tail.
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