Realistic or Modern 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 — 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

[mother of sorrows]

dino kaczkowski

legacy of morana

the flying dutchman

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Blame him for his cheesiness if you must, but Dino thinks he won't ever grow tired of the way Althea's eyes light up with joy.

It's a painfully dumb thought, one that would make their classmates and friends no doubt grimace with pain; but he thinks, really, that they would survive if he keeps it in the safety of his own head. Nobody can mock him for taking in the warmth of her smile, the sparkle in the blackness of her eyes like fire in a night - at least he's not like those new couples that walk with arms intertwined like snakes, sighing over the other's hair/arms/hands and subjecting every innocent by-stander to the horror that is way too open PDA. If he has to tiredly stand in front of a classroom as some couple turns googly eyes on each other and making far more a scene than anybody will ever want to witness, well - Dino might seriously consider homicide. He might get dragged off Mythos by a god itself, but some things were just beyond the line.

So if Dino smiles dumbly and too openly at her, and if his heart does a little jump of emotion when she hugged him - fine. That's his business and his business alone. Nobody can blame him for that, can they?

He returns the hug, tightening his arms around her for the days they've been apart. She's warm in a way he's missed, smelling of the sea and salt. Laughter, free and honest escaped him at her story - tightened only by a little fear, because if Pandan was capable of trying to de-eyebrow Althea in her sleep, what else is he capable of? That thing is literally a demon. ''Tell me why you keep him again.'' Dino's hand lingered on her shoulder fondly, even after they had let go; a smile still flickered on his lips, not quite dying out. Her eyebrow, at least, survived the ordeal. Though if you ask him, Pandan is going to find another victim and soon. The thought made him grimace, cursing the foul animal in the depths of his mind.

A flicker of realisation over her features, and a small gift pulled out of her pocket - protected by paper and her hand. 'I got you something. It’s good luck—cheesy, I know but. I dunno. I thought about you.' He took the words as he took the small gift, with something softer creeping over his face before he even realised it. ''Thank you. Do I open it now or...'' He blinked in hesitation, hand awkwardly held up. ''Think it's gonna protect me from the monkey?'' Only a half-joke, but he grinned like an idiot all the while, giddy with something he didn't want to analyze too deeply.

''Oh, right - how'd that mission go? You got out okay?''

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[erzulie]

mood

”finally some good fucking food.”

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aleks ( mother of sorrows ) angelo ( miyabi )

ikenna

”𝑮𝑳𝑶𝑹𝒀 & 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑬!”

See, this was why Valeria was someone that Ikenna didn’t mind having around. They really were two like-minded individuals. “You’re right. They go downhill with every new patch. Some of them rely too much on their powers and some of them don’t even care to learn at all.” Ikenna rolled his eyes. For all his faults he was at least respectful to his grandfather, the reason why he was even here in the first place. He spent his days honoring him in little ways, each battle, each monster slayed was a tribute to him.

Ikenna suddenly goes still, his eyes scanning the sea of people. The breeze carried to him a familiar scent, a feeling that had goosebumps appear on his skin. From his place against the railing his head fell back, a smile slowly appearing on his face. Amongst the feelings of excitement and anxiety, the feeling of malice was calling to him. The prince picked his head up, looking towards his companion with shining eyes. Like a child on Christmas morning his tone was joyful, purred even. “The term is off to an exciting start already.”

With that Ikenna pushed himself off of the railing and began making his way towards the scene, the feeling washing over him like a wave. For someone so large he weaved his way through the crowd elegantly. With his long legs he was able to reach them soon, the smile never leaving his face. Ikenna made his way towards the growing crowd, shoving others aside carelessly. His eyes were greedy, giddy as he took in the sight. He could make out a familiar shape, he had seen it under him often enough to know. Not to mention the pink hair. Ikenna began egging them on, his words meant to inspire more violence, encouraging them to lose themselves to their anger.

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  Interacted with: Terran ( .empathogen. ), Angelo ( miyabi ), Aleks ( mother of sorrows ) ; Mentions: Cecilia (@birth of venus), Johan (@Minaam), Ikenna ( erzulie ), Jaime ( velle ) & Abril ( blue-jay ).
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

juniper

Legacy of Dionysus

“By the way, Juni, it’s The Kraken.”

Juniper gave a small

‘Hmm’

in acknowledgment of Terran’s clarification regarding their cephalopodian escort. Impressive, considering the lore, to have such a mythical creature to protect the ship full of precious cargo. Though, with a school full of demi-gods and legacies, perhaps it was the creature’s sacred duty.

They took a deep breath of the cool ocean air, closing their eyes as they leaned back against the rail. Juniper wasn’t the kind to worship the sun, but they couldn’t deny the rays were a welcome comfort once in a while. They weren’t used to allowing many comforts in their life. Either not being able to afford the time or cost, or perhaps just feeling like they didn’t deserve it. Trying to function with all systems firing was a full time effort, and though they would deny it, Juniper had too much pride to ask for any help.

Terran was a welcome friend. His ease at finding joy in simple things invited them to open their heart a little more. In fact, Juniper may have told him more about themself than they even knew to tell, and he returned the favour with little hesitation. It was the fresh grief emanating from the young man that caught Juniper’s attention yesterday. Different from the buzz of nervousness and excitement from the rest of the ship's passengers, they felt drawn to Terran. Offering a smoke and a smile. The two chatted, with the setting sun on the horizon an indication of the many hours passed swapping life stories.

His grandmother passed just weeks ago, and while Juniper hadn’t lost a loved one to the cold hands of death, they knew how tight grief can hold its grasp on you. Even now, as Juniper took a drag from their cigarette and opened their eyes, they knew Terran could feel that grief tugging on his heart. His breath hitched and he mirrored Juniper’s drag, and they reached over, interlocking their index finger in his with a playful smile. A small gesture Juniper knew could never change what happened, but hopefully to offer a moment of understanding for what their new friend was dealing with.

As Terran, Johan, and Cecilia conversed, Juniper scanned the boat, wishing they swiped a pair of sunglasses at the pier before boarding. The commotion caused by the curious freshman going ass up over the ship’s rail seemed to have resolved, rescuer and rescuee in conversation with each other. Quite the “meet cute” to the casual observer, but none of Juniper’s business.

Another turn of their head, and Juniper noticed a strange muster of students across the deck, and a shout from within the cluster gave Juniper all the information they needed.

“Ugly ass, you look like an Urban Legend. Somebody come get this pasty ass Bigfoot Bitch outta my face.”

Rescue mode activate.

Angelo was one of Juniper’s close friends, both being wild party animals with terrible impulse control, in ways they complimented each other while perhaps bringing out their worst. Either way, that Aleks asshole (“Alekshole”) was worth the prolonged headache tomorrow.

“Excuse me”

, Juniper offered to the three they left standing by the rail, as they carefully found a path through the gathering students. Pushing between bodies on tip toes searching for a better view.

Emerging through the throng, Juniper got there in time to see Angelo throwing his weight on Aleks like an unhinged animal. Across the fighting space stood Ikenna, grinning ear to ear, no doubt drinking in the violence as if he’d been parched and starved for entertainment. Juniper sneered, redirecting their attention to their friend in his fight. They had to do something, knowing Angelo would throw both him and Aleks off the ship to become Kraken chow just to prove a point.

“Hey!”

Juniper shouted, putting their dimming cigarette between their teeth, attempting to catch Angelo and pull him away for a moment. They caught a decent grip around Angelo’s waist before he was pulled out of their grasp again. Trying a different approach, Juniper tried to get in between the two to separate them, determined to put some space between their friend and foe. This strategy almost worked, except for the fact that Juniper’s nose was in direct line with Alek’s elbow, which knocked them on their ass, the remains of their cigarette flying out of their mouth, replacing the tobacco taste with copper.

“Oi!”

Ow.

“Fuck!”

Their bloodied nose throbbing, hopefully ruining Alek’s Ralph Lauren for good.

“KICK HIS ASS ANGELO!”

Juniper shouted as a pair of classmates helped them to their feet, woozy from the hit and shouts.

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The current situation wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all.

Jaime should probably have known better given his track record but he was already in a pickle before he even arrived at the island school thing that he was supposed to attend. His body reflexively latched on to whatever surface of the ship that he could hang on but the continuous splashing of sea water made it slippery.

He looked at what seemed to be his most likely fate. It was to be expected, but everywhere he looked was the deep ocean. It was going to be a long way down if he falls. Just then- he had ‘caught’ sight of a large dark shadow that seemed to be moving from underneath the Dutchman. The young demigod immediately got excited at the prospect of possibly having caught sight of the monster.

Is that the monster? Oh wow, it’s really big! I think it’s really big at least- is it bigger than the ship? Maybe that’s why I wasn’t able to see it on the ship.

His attention was suddenly grabbed- when he was literally grabbed when he was on his last few fingers latched onto the ship. He was completely oblivious to the fact that it had been a good thing that the person came when they did. Oh right, I was in the middle of falling.

Jaime tried his best to cooperate with the person helping him get back aboard, but the sea water that kept splashing at him and the ship wasn’t very helpful for his situation. “Phwoo! Phoey!” he kept spitting the salty water entering his mouth but as he did it- more just kept getting in.

The strength of the person who caught them was failing them since after a few moments, Jaime felt him slipping downwards again. “Thanks a lot for catching me but uh-” he wasn’t quite sure how to break it that he was still falling but he didn’t want them to feel bad for trying to help him. He wanted to say that he would probably be fine even if he fell even if it wasn’t true.

He didn’t even need to finish his sentence when a plant in front of his eyes had started to grow and wrap around the person’s hand and his. His eyes widened at the amazing thing that was happening before him. With the additional help, he climbed up aboard with the person pulling him up.

He scraped his knees a bit from the impact and was a bit wet but otherwise, Jaime had gotten mostly unscathed for what had been a pretty dangerous situation. The first thing in his mind wasn’t that he was back on the safety of the ship but the power of his savior that he just witnessed, “Wow! That’s so cool! I thought I was a goner but then you bam-! You caught me and then you did this really cool thing with the plant! That’s so awesome!” he spoke quickly, stars in his eyes.

They were surrounded by an undead crew and he had ‘seen’ the monster but he hadn’t really met someone like her yet. Jaime thought magicians were cool and had a couple of friends who could do magic tricks, but he’s never met someone who can make plants grow like that.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he answered like his state of well-being was merely an after-thought. It happened so often that he had grown desensitized when events like this happen to him. What was more important to him was- “What else can you do with your plant powers! Wow! You’re so cool! I don’t really know what this demi-god thing is but wow! Will I get a cool power like you someday? When did you even get your powers?” He was speaking so animatedly while making hand gestures. It started sinking down on him a fraction that this some sort of fantasy world is the world he’s going to be living from now on.

He kept talking that he didn’t realize that he hadn't introduced himself to her yet. “I’m Jaime!” he gave her an excited handshake with both hands while smiling brightly. “It’s my first time here too!” Jaime sneezed after, feeling more chilly than he was earlier when the breeze passed them by.

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If he had blinked too fast he would have missed it. It all steamrolled quickly into such an utterly ridiculous string of events. As he was speaking to his new acquaintances Terran kept an eye on Juniper. He noted as they moved away from the conversation. Something in his bones felt like a bad situation was on the horizon. The conversation turned out to be one ended, much to his dismay. There was something about the girl in the black dress. He made a mental note to find her again later. Excusing himself from the situation, he began to trail his friend as they passed the students standing in a bit of a gathering on the deck.

"Juni," he called out, his voice slightly deafened by the 'oohs' and 'dangs' that typically accompanied a fight. At this point, he could see the blur of their back start to move quicker. He tried his best to match the speed, but it seemed like more and more people were gathering for the attraction. It got to the point where he was elbowing people to see why Juniper was so motivated to get to the persons of interest.

"Juniper!" he yelled, getting close to the altercation. Three figures were involved by the time he arrived: Two males, one with bubble gum pink hair, the other dressed very posh prep, and Juniper. The boys were at war with one another while his friend was trying to pull one off another. It was all tense enough until the posh-boy's elbow connected with Juniper's nose. Sharp gasps of air hung on the end of a mass "OH!" rang out into the crowd. Juniper went down almost immediately.

"JUNIPER!" Terran called out, running past the last rungs of the crowd. He ran over as the fight stilled and everyone had their attention trained on the person sprawled out on the ground. Terran slid by his knees on the slightly damp wood to attend to the bloody nose it seemed like Juniper acquired. "Lemme see it." Terran said, moving her hands gently to see how bad it was. When he got a good look at it he screamed internally. It was a classic break, although their nose wasn't bent too badly. Luckily, he was used to injuries like this. His father had come home with a plethora of bumps and bruises after drinking so much he'd call the right person the wrong thing. He used to path the man back up when he still had a love for him.

"You're gonna hate me for this..." Terran said as gently as he could before taking their face in his hands, thumbs pressed against the injury. With a push of the digits, a sick pop sounded out with a river of blood from both nostrils following. He hoped their shirt wasn't vintage or expensive because it wouldn't be much of a more than a rag now. "Somebody, give me two tampons!" he yelled to the crowd, acquiring them from the first female to reach their bag the quickest. He inserted the toiletries into the delicate nose, now a little bit curved if you really looked at it. "I'm so sorry, mon cher," he stated, helping them off the ground. He then looked at everyone involved, including the litany of faces from the other students. Maybe they jumped into a situation that wasn't of their making, but Juni had to have good reason. Still, the fact that everyone else just stood by ticked him off.

"My word, What the fuck is wrong with you couyons?" he asked the crowd, holding his friend up by the shoulder.

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[miyabi]

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ALTHEA.

Flying Dutchman

Dino ( mother of sorrows )

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Being there, in his warmth and presence, felt like their first confessions; the love was there, surely, but it also felt apprehensive. She shoved the thought away, turning her nose up at it, avoiding whatever there was to avoid. And luckily, it seemed like he did too. This was their privacy, their intimacy — their moment; Althea, though hating PDA, didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want him to, either. But the time was up, they couldn’t just stand there like that. “Look, he gets lonely and — I’ll get back to you when I have a straight answer,” she snorted, eyes darting around looking for the slightest sign of Pandan, but he was nowhere to be seen. Luckily for her, he was most likely a ways away, which meant no sneak attacks, no interruptions.

“Open it, open it,” words left her lips eagerly, dancing off of her tongue with a slight squeak in her tone. It was obvious: she was excited for him to see it, a part of her and her culture, something that would bring him safety and luck — if one believed in that. It was a gift she was more than excited for, but the anticipation did no justice for her heart. “It wards off evil, so it could,” her head moved with the rest of her words, slight bops as her eyes made contact with his.

They looked tired, deep, and sunken yet with a flicker of light dimly lit behind them. She could get lost in them, studying the words they breathed without him actually having to say anything. People say that the eyes are the window to the soul and Althea believed just that. Althea was quiet for a moment, lost in the gaze before nodding back into reality, his question pulling her back to planet Earth. “Right, right. The mission. It was somethin’ — I got out fine but…” she paused, hand instinctively bringing itself to the stinging scar on her stomach; her brows furrowed as her mind flashed back to the very moment she’d gotten it.

The creature lurched forward, blood dripping from its tongue glistening with the moonlight. Her breaths were deep and steady, composure kept together while her mind raced with the possibility of never coming out. To come face to face with death itself was an awful thing, as its eyes pierced into her skin, teeth sharp to feed. She would not come out unscathed.

“Just got a lil’, y’know, scratch,” she nodded, pulling her arm back and onto Dino’s shoulder. To change the subject was the wisest thing she could think of, “what about you? Hm? Bet you were miserable without me around, eh?” There was a light nudge at his side, Althea’s brows wiggling with the movement as her words tangled with the air. “You didn’t get into any trouble, did you?”

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Abril wasn't quite expecting the outpour of enthusiasm and wonder from her the person she saved, so when it came she found herself blushing. When he referred to her use of her powers as a "really cool thing" and said that it was awesome, she smiled modestly and responded, "Oh, thanks! I'm just glad you're okay, though, really." His words were genuine—she felt sure by the way his eyes seemed to light up—and for Abril, who hadn't really spoken to many kind people over the last few months of her life, the cheerful energy was a welcome change.

Noticing that he was a bit wet, she considered offering a spare shirt or jacket, but he said he was fine and went into a series of eager questions. Abril couldn't help but return the energy: her eyes were wide and attentive as she followed along with his questions, nodding and smiling warmly.

After Jaime introduced himself and shook her hand, Abril responded brightly, "Nice to meet you, Jaime! I'm glad we're in the same boat. Both the boat of being freshmen and—," she motioned around herself, "—this physical boat. It would've sucked for you to fall into the sea before we even got to meet." She then looked down at her hand, still wrapped in the orchid, and began trying to think of a good explanation of her powers that could answer all of his questions.

"Well," she started, "I can ask plants to grow or move or act a certain way, and they're pretty much always cool with it! Oh, I should mention: I can talk to them! They—plants, I mean—have, like, a language, and I can understand it. I've only been able to make them grow and move for the past few months, but I've been able to understand them since I was a little girl." A pause. Memories flashed through Abril's mind: long winters spent alone in her room. That strange, powerful sadness. That feeling that she was missing something essential. Like there was a hole in her heart where something else should be—where her mother should be. Her father tried everything to fight it off—all sorts of counselors, therapists, psychologists. It was manageable until that one winter where it all became too much.

Realizing she had faltered, Abril pulled herself out of her thoughts and met Jaime's eyes again, smiling warmly. "I'm sure there's a good chance you'll get powers too if you don't already have them! We're still pretty young, after all. Or at least I feel like we are." Turning to look at some intimidating upperclassmen legacies, she added, "Plus, you can be really cool without flashy powers. Like, uh... Dick Grayson!" She hopped a little, satisfied at her success in coming up with a good example.

After a moment, she noticed a commotion brewing not too far from her and Jaime. At first, Abril wasn't interested: it sounded like a fight and she wasn't a big fan of fights. But then she heard Aleks' voice coming from the center of it, and she mouthed 'Oh no' to herself. She cast a hopeful glance towards Jaime. "Come with me? You'll get to meet my friend!" Without waiting too long for an answer, she took his hand (hers still wrapped up in the orchid) and directed him to the crowd that had gathered. She got them close enough to the front to witness the action.

Abril, remembering a few things that Aleks had told her before she was to arrive at Mythos, figured the guy he was fighting was the infamous Angelo. He fit the description: pink buzzcut, six-foot, in combat with Aleks. Abril, dreading the conflict and not wanting Aleks to get hurt, considered intervening. She changed her mind once she saw a blue-haired person try the same thing and get an elbow to the nose. Grimacing, Abril turned to Jaime and said in an attempt at a positive tone, "The one in the nice sweater is my friend Aleks! He's really smart and genuine and, um, what's happening right now is not representative of him as a person."

(If she was a little less distracted, she may have noticed that the boy requesting a tampon for the blue-haired person's bleeding fit the description of her older sibling. For now, though, her thoughts were elsewhere.)

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juniper

Legacy of Dionysus

Up they went. A pair of arms lifting Juniper to their feet before diverting their attention back to the fight. Among the ache of their entire face, and dizzy head, a flood of bloodlust from the student swirled in the pit of their stomach.

Down they went. Like a ragdoll. Maybe standing wasn’t the best idea right now. ‘Maybe a nap.’ At least the ship's deck was cool, almost comfortable to lay down on. They didn’t do that enough, lie down and look at the sky that is. The marshmallow fluff clouds in the bright blue sky would have been a perfect sight, were it not for the magnum sized contusion in the middle of their face. Bit of a late time to regret cloud watching times lost, but there wasn’t much else Juniper felt they could do at the moment, so they closed their eyes.

"JUNIPER!"

A skid of pants on the wood, resolving in a dull *thunk* against Juniper’s side jolted them out of their brief snooze.

"Lemme see it."

Juniper smiled lazily as their friend cradled their face between his hands. How nice it was to have someone like Terran around. This was a hugely stupid idea. There wasn’t any way Juniper could have gotten Angelo away from Aleks. It’s not like they were strong, it was just hard to see the two fighting.

Terran was looking deeply at their nose, a strong presence of concern. It couldn’t be that bad, could it?

"You're gonna hate me for this..."

Juniper cried out as his two thumbs pressed against the injury.

“No no no!”

The pain was blinding as the broken cartilage reset.

“Fuck!”

Clearly a pro. It was remarkable how in mere days, Juniper found more family than they had had their whole life. Something to unpack later, as a gush of blood from their nostrils spun their head once more.

The blood dripped off their chin onto their shirt, which was honestly nothing special. They weren’t going to wear anything precious on a ship. Blood made it more punk anyway.

Tampons were acquired and administered in a feat of brilliance, in Juniper’s humble opinion.

"I'm so sorry, mon cher."

They weren’t the distressed damsel type, however it was secure on Terran’s shoulder as he supported them to their feet. He was easy with affection, something Juniper still had to get used to, but he was easy to love.

“What’s a couyon?”

they asked in response to Terran’s address to the crowd, perhaps being the only one to hear it among the whoops and hollers.

“It’s futile - A crowd loves a show.”

A flamboyant hand gesture punctuated Juniper’s point.

“Come on. I’ve clearly done all I can do here.”

There was a nice spot to sit down out of the sun and out of the way against the wall of the cabin.

Nothing like two tampons in the nose to part a crowd.

“Does Moses know about this?”

A finger pointing to the tails of the cotton tubers in their nostril, hoping he’d indulge them with a smile. Hell of a first taste of life at Mythos, but as Juniper learned last year, anything can and will happen. With Terran, maybe they could be ready for anything.

This wasn’t a good show on their part. As Terran gave another look at their injury, now safe and out of the way of the crowd, Juniper couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.

“Hey,”

they pursed their lips like an old rockstar, hoping to coax Terran out of nurse mode.

“Do I look cooler now?”

The rule after all is simply: Wear anything with confidence, and it’s fashionable. Even a broken nose.

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[erzulie]

THE WELCOME FEAST — With the return of new students and the arrival of new ones Mythos had been abuzz with activity. There was no time busier than the first day of school as people looked for their classes and adjusted to life on the island once again. With the help of the welcoming committee new students were learning how to properly integrate into the university’s culture.

The island was indeed isolated from the rest of the world, but with students from all four corners of the world and creatures of different cultures residing within the town, the island was rich with history and traditions. And there was no greater tradition than the Welcoming Feast, for those on campus at least. Set in the infamous Whispering Woods, a place where strange things were said to happen, the forest seemed to be alive. There was no truer statement that could have described it currently. The students of Artem had truly outdone themselves, coming together to decorate the place for the feast.

Lights were placed at the edges of the forest, keeping the area well lit and fighting off any creatures lurking about. Live entertainment played from the large stage at the front of the area while a large bonfire was placed in the middle and tables with an array of food and drinks of all types were set aside for the students. It was truly something to admire. The sun was setting, nearly disappearing beneath the horizon, soon the night would be upon them.

 

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juniper

Legacy of Dionysus

“Hsssss,”

tears welled in their eyes as adhesive unstuck itself from Juniper’s skin. The skin was still tender, dark bruising still indicating burst vessels under their eyes. The world class caretakers at the infirmary did their very best. They gave Juniper a potion that drastically sped up the process of repairing cartilage and bone, though it did very little for the bruising. As the last of the bandage was removed, Juniper contemplated whether they looked better or worse in all their bruised up glory.

Glory was hardly the word. Idiocy. They should know better than to get involved with Angelo’s mess.

“I dunno,”

Juniper said when Terran demanded a reason why he had to retrieve them from the ship's deck.

“I’m not loyal to many here, but that pink headed dummy is one of the lucky few.”

He’d most certainly take an elbow to the nose for them if the tables were turned.

Thank the Gods for Terran who saved their nose from, as a nurse at the infirmary said, “pointing west instead of south.” She had a horrifying sense of humour. The nose pointed south alright, and if it weren’t for the intense bruising, one would think Alek’s elbow collided with Juniper’s face a month ago, not days ago. Today was the last day for the healing potion, which was carefully portioned onto a large spoon. The medicine was like molasses, if the molasses was dark green and tasted like pungent grass.

Deep breath; Open up.
Suppress the gagging as the bitter syrup coated the inside of their teeth.

‘It’s the last time.’

One hand made a fist to cover their mouth.
The other gripped the cool counter of the bathroom vanity.

Juniper counted down from three in their head, and forced the medicine down, tossing the bottle in the trash can. A shiver ran through their neck down their spine as their taste buds recovered from the unpleasantness.

”Guuugh.”

Awful. Buckley’s shitty cousin, but the shit worked. It was nice to see their face without the bandage, though they knew they’d be getting some serious stares at the party.

It didn’t matter - Juniper looked good. Therapy came in the form of hot orange leather pants, an embroidered bustier top, and Bowie inspired platform boots in blue and orange. The real star of the outfit was a vintage black leather jacket covered in eyes like a biblical angel. Something to distract from the nebula of bruising in the middle of their face. There was no reason to try and cake any makeup on, and the attempt ended with a light coat of dark brown lipstick.

The face staring back at them from the mirror did not look interested in going to a party, but Juniper was excited to blow off some steam. A little space away from their new roommate, Valeria, who was proving to be as stifling as they could have predicted. They took a deep breath and checked their jacket pockets one last time for their essentials: Cigarettes, flask, scissors, lighter, sewing kit - one never knew when they’d need one. Satisfied with their preparation, Juniper left the bathroom, darting quickly through the dormitory door in case Valeria was about to emerge from her bedroom.

Let it be known that Juniper would find faults in most roommates. They liked their own living space, but the school wasn’t willing to accommodate, and frankly, they were too afraid to ask. No one could have prepared them for the displeasure of having their complete opposite watching their every move. On night two, Juniper snuck out of their window and in through Terran’s. The two spent the evening chatting and smoking, falling asleep mid-conversation. If they were to have a sibling, they hoped it would be one like Terran.

The weather was fine outside. The dog days of summer were approaching with only a hint of a chill in the air, the trees still smelling sweet before their eventual decay. The party was in the Whispering Woods, north east of the dorms, behind the temple where Terran asked Juniper to meet him. They just had one more stop to make before then.

South of the dorms was a collection of buildings full of classrooms, labs, everything a good school would need to offer the finest education to their students. One of the buildings contained the theatre, and down one of the hallways, was a tiny closet devoted to their sewing pursuits. It used to hold all kinds of junk like old paint, desks, props. All kinds of junk. A member of the faculty gave Juniper the go ahead to clean it out, cashing in on the student’s eagerness to provide repair services for the school’s uniformed teams.

The hallway was cold, and the door to the building creaked open after a long summer of emptiness. This was the first time they’d been able to get away to their so-called shop, yet, there was already a laundry back of uniforms to be repaired resting against the door. Juniper fished out their key and unlocked the door, shoving the bag aside with their foot.

There was something about the smell of thread that maybe the average person could never notice, but the smell of the little sewing closet filled Juniper with joy. They didn’t indulge too long breathing in the musty closet, remembering they were there for a reason. Just above the sewing area, if you pushed the ceiling tiles aside, Juniper had a small stash of wine bottles. At the moment, there were three bottles full of deep red wine, but they knew they could hustle some sewing favours for a delightful exchange. A sure way to save money on liquor at the shop in town, half an hour away.

Quickly replacing the tiles, Juniper tucked the bottle in the inside pocket of their jacket, and jumped down off the desk. Their fingers ran along the few projects Juniper had left on a small hanging rack: A doublet they were working on for Reuban, A dance costume for Marisol, and a very small sweater for Althea to give to Pandan. They put the green sweater in their other jacket pocket, hoping to gift it to the little troublemaker tonight.

A shove with their foot slid the laundry bag of uniforms into the small room, as they closed the door and turned the key to lock it behind them. The Temple was on the other side of the campus, but it was also very close to the Whispering Woods where the party would carry on until dawn. The right amount of time for Juniper to light a joint and enjoy it as the sun set behind them.

The Temple was not a place Juniper had spent much time in. Before learning about their Godly ancestor, they considered themself fairly agnostic. Sure of something out there, but not sure of who or what it was. As it turned out, it was all of them, but it didn’t change the fact that they didn’t feel inclined to start devoting themselves to a Pantheon. Their God was in their wine bottle, chuckling at the honest truth of that thought.

Terran was already inside, confirmed by a peek into a beautifully dressed window.They may not wish to pray, but it’d be a dick move to interrupt someone while they were. He hadn’t seen them through the window, so Juniper sat on a bench across from the Temple door to wait, lighting a cigarette, deeming themselves to be far enough away for it to be a less inappropriate action.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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Flowers ad fresh spring water. A little of it splashed against the alabaster stone that made up the floors of the temple. Terran sighed as he dipped his fingers in the cold liquid and sprinkled some on his forehead. "Let me tread the earth in your name, Mother." he whispered softly, feeling chills that reached from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. "May you guide me through the rungs that lift me through life and death, to be reborn as a champion of both." he said, leaving a silence that filled the empty chambers. He began to stand up before he remembered one more thing. "And take care of Mama Tarah. I know she's with you in the golden fields."

He'd have stayed longer, but there wasn't more left to say. He stood up, fixing the pitchfork on his belt as he began walking toward the exit. Terran wiped the tears from his eyes, feeling just a little bit stronger than he had the days before. No one knew it--except for Juniper, maybe-- but he'd spent the majority of his time alone either crying or focusing on other things in order to lose himself in other emotions. It wasn't as if he was completely drowning in sorrow. But the waves were really high when they did come. Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Terran finally reached the enterance. A familiar head of blue and other colors greeted him. He'd asked them to come pick him up so they could make their way to the feast.

"Hey there, beautiful. Ready to go, sha?" he asked, putting his arm on their shoulder and walking toward the Whispering Woods. For the first time in a while, things were quiet between the two. It was a short walk to the Feast and Terran could tell that Juniper was clued in on his previous temperament from earlier. They made their way quickly to the place where the merriment was happening, slowly joining the figures that were already having a good time.

Pushing his hand into his pocket he dug past a few 20s with the face of Athena on them and got to his cigarette case. Taking one out he lit up, then offered Juniper a smoke. He had this weird feeling that something good was going to happen if he stayed around. Something exceptionally good, if he listened to the way his body tingled. He exhaled a sultry cloud of smoke that twirled around his head and reached up like the many campfires going on.

"Don't be all stiff now," he told Juniper, looking for something in the crowd, "Let's cut a rug."

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deftones

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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mood

”why am I here?”

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Sanura

”LOVE ME, I’M COLD.”

Standing near the roaring flames of the bondfire, Sanura stared into the open flames with a look of Serenity on her face. There was something about the orange and reds of the fire that comforted her, the warmth that radiated from it blanketed her, centering her and reminding her to calm herself. For a moment, she thought about reaching out to touch them, she knew that she would not feel the pain of being burned. Something told her that she would gain power from it. In fact, she felt more confident around it. She could use all the confidence that she could get at the moment. It was easy to fake it, replicate the feeling even but to call it forth was seemingly difficult for her.

Though her outward expression was one of serenity or perhaps cool indifference, she found herself fumbling. For nearly the entirety of her life, she had been attending galas, charity events, and showings. She was used to being on display and presented like some type of spectacle. Sanura could recall learning how to behave in a way that was acceptable, a way that wouldn’t reflect badly on her father’s reputation. It was so different now, surrounded by people her own age. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t relate to them in this sort of setting. The dancing that they did, was not what she had been taught and the alcohol that they drank was made for guzzling, not sipping and savoring. Sanura was snuck, she couldn’t move, she was scared even.

She was truly a foolish thing, another year and she still hadn’t managed to adapt properly. She didn’t believe that she ever would honestly. It was a thought that she was rapidly beginning to accept. There were so many people around her and yet, she still felt alone. Sanura considered leaving, there was nothing for her here.

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juniper

Legacy of Dionysus

The sense of grief did not go unnoticed as Juniper and Terran made their way down the path to the Whispering Woods.Terran let Juniper in on what he was dealing with; Losing a close family member, a loved one, was a horrible thing. They had learned it was best to let these particular moments sit for a moment. There was nothing Juniper could add with conversation, so they resolved to be a steady support for their friend, resting their head upon his shoulder.

Death wasn’t a familiar friend for Juniper, but they had been on their own for a long time. When the person meant to love you unconditionally walks around like you’re a ghost, paradise is not seeing them at all. Sometimes there were guilty feelings, they could never share how they would often wish their mother to really be a ghost. Not when so many lose true loved ones.

The pair approached the clearing of the Whispering Woods where the party was very much underway. A shiver of anxiety ran up their spine, the anticipation of all the excited energies being unleashed set it. Anything truly could happen. Right on cue, Terran offered a cigarette from his pack. The wave of sadness releasing into nervous excitement. Juniper took a deep breath and soaked in the firelit faces of their classmates.

They loved to observe people.
It was when they had to interact with them they kind of lost their cool.

"Don't be all stiff now. Let's cut a rug."

Terran’s cocky grin was hard to resist.

“I’m not the rug cutting type.”

Clearly he was moving to the dancefloor with or without them, so Juniper followed him out. The pair with their cigarettes, swaying their hips, doing the twist like in Pulp Fiction. A laugh erupted from Juniper’s chest as they twirled their friend under their arm.

“How do you always do that?”

They pulled Terran in, leading them in an off beat box step.

“You always seem to make things lighter. It usually takes me a few drinks before I consider hitting the dance floor.”

The stars were beautiful, blending in with the embers flying into the air.

“What I’m trying to say is I’m glad you let me take you to your first party at Mythos. I’m having a lot of fun being your friend.”

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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arya dey

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the whispering woods

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liam SparkleHeart

Another celebration, another excuse for Arya to get a new dress, spend time joking around with her friends, and stuff her face with delicious food. It was perhaps her favorite part of the whole year, the welcoming feast was one of the most joyous events on campus.

Not everything at Mythos was fun and games, in fact it was mostly war and bloodshed, so Arya chose to cherish the few days of peace they got at the beginning of the school year before everything went to absolute hell. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces and finding more than a few. The daughter of Kali was quite a busy-body, not afraid to nose her way into people's conversations to say hello and get the dirt about what mischief they'd gotten into over summer before disappearing to find someone else to entertain her.

Johan was nowhere to be seen, even though they'd specifically discussed meeting here, which meant he was likely up to no good. Nonetheless, Arya wasted no time reacquainting herself with friends from last year and making new ones by introducing herself to the newbies. By looking at the demi-goddess, you couldn't tell how truly nervous she was. Talking was her nervous tick, it soothed the insecurities that swarmed her mind to be talking to other people. Despite all the friends she had made last year, Arya worried she'd end up alone, like her father.

Eventually, Arya talked herself dry and decided to take a seat by the ever growing fire pit. The sparks bursting forth danced like starlight as they reflected in her brown eyes, wide and bright as she gazed around the full yard. She recognized the boy sitting across from her, his name dancing on her tongue for a moment before she finally remembered it.

"Liam! It's good to see you. Bake anything good this summer?" She asked, nosy as ever. If she remembered correctly, Liam was a bit older than her, but he was always quite nice to her and the two had a few shared interests that they'd discussed last year before break.

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