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Fantasy {Home Sweet Home}
- Thread starter RedOcean
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kakemha
One Thousand Club
Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
code by valen t.
Edgy Boi
your local feral trauma goblin
Eddie read the message Aisling gave him, still pacing. They were fighting the fucking fates? Yeah, this was bad. Like, really bad. Eddie put the notebook down on the nearest surface, never once stopping his pacing. He wasn't prepared for this. What was he supposed to do? People were going to die. He was going to get caught in the crossfire. He was too young to die. Should he write a will? He should probably write a will. Would that girl mind if he used her notebook? Probably. Why did she pass him a notebook? Who does that?
Eddie's pacing got progressively faster, his arms moving more and more, flapping anxiously. He began to tune out what was going on, too absorbed in his thoughts. That's why he was totally unprepared when lightning struck.
It was so loud. So bright. So close to the house. Eddie covered his ears immediately, sucking in a sharp breath. What just happened? Alexander was unconscious on the porch. Did he do that. Wait - he actually made it? The girl was here too? Did Alexander summon that? Eddie was freaking out (wow, really, who would've guessed?) and he really needed to calm down. His powers had laid dormant for long enough - save for the wine making - that even if he had an outburst wine would just go everywhere. But he really needed to calm down before he went into a proper panic attack. Wait, no, he already was. Fuck.
"I - I need to go. Calm down." Eddie said to no-one in particular, before turning, and walking further into the house. Ideally, he wanted somewhere dark, quiet and small. A closet would be perfect, but anywhere, really.
He went inside the first closet he found, shut the door, put on his music, and hoped everyone would be ok. He wasn't much use out there right now, not until he managed to calm the fuck down.
Eddie's pacing got progressively faster, his arms moving more and more, flapping anxiously. He began to tune out what was going on, too absorbed in his thoughts. That's why he was totally unprepared when lightning struck.
It was so loud. So bright. So close to the house. Eddie covered his ears immediately, sucking in a sharp breath. What just happened? Alexander was unconscious on the porch. Did he do that. Wait - he actually made it? The girl was here too? Did Alexander summon that? Eddie was freaking out (wow, really, who would've guessed?) and he really needed to calm down. His powers had laid dormant for long enough - save for the wine making - that even if he had an outburst wine would just go everywhere. But he really needed to calm down before he went into a proper panic attack. Wait, no, he already was. Fuck.
"I - I need to go. Calm down." Eddie said to no-one in particular, before turning, and walking further into the house. Ideally, he wanted somewhere dark, quiet and small. A closet would be perfect, but anywhere, really.
He went inside the first closet he found, shut the door, put on his music, and hoped everyone would be ok. He wasn't much use out there right now, not until he managed to calm the fuck down.
Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
code by valen t.
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Major_Goofball
Your friendly spacefaring neighbour
Iason D. Montauc
Iason closed his eyes and stiffened his body for the impact.
A second went by, and another, but there was no impact. His heart was pounding, and his forehead was sweaty. But despite the almost certain skip of a heartbeat, he managed to convince himself to open his eyes.
The son of Hades looked like an ant in comparison to what stood in front of him, both in size and strength. It unfurled its wings, and Iason became even smaller. His hands drooped down and he stared at the Fury with his mouth open.
He was paralyzed.
In Iasons mind, only he and the Fury existed. A thousand possibilities crossed his mind, but he knew he couldn't fight off the Fury even if he tried. For a moment, he nearly cried out his mother's name but noticed that the Fury was looking at something behind him.
Before he could act, someone from behind snatched his wrist and yanked him hard. He didn't resist and started running in the direction he was being pulled.
He swung his head to look at the owner of the hand, and to his relief, it was Miles.
Iason was still a little dazzled by all that was happening around him and so didn't notice the screams emanating from behind them.
They continued running behind Alexander as someone from their group created illusions to distract the Fates and Fury, but Iason was still too hazed to notice it all. He shook his head and saw Alexender getting to the door and leaving the girl there. The man didn't stop there though and soon came out on the porch again. Iason turned his head to look back at the Fury that was right behind them. A shiver ran down his spine. He didn't see as Alexander started summoning a lightning strike, but all of a sudden "GET COVER!".
"Iason! Your shield!" Miles shouted.
Iason blinked in confusion but soon raised his shield above his and Miles backs. A boom! Miles shouted something, but Iason lost his hearing for a second and didn't make out any sounds around him. He also noticed that Miles's hand lost its grip on Iasons wrist. He stopped and looked back at a fallen Miles.
Iason had a fraction of a second to think of several viable plans of escape and choose the right one. Luckily one stood out as the safest and the quickest.
He leapt towards Miles, but instead of offering him a helping hand, he jumped at him and knocked them both into Miles's shadow. After briefly visiting the Dark place they both emerged from a shadow cast by Noam standing on the porch. They flew to the ground with the same power as when they entered the shadow, both falling hard onto the grass. Iason fell on his back and the impact forced what little air was in his lungs out. His ears were still ringing but he painfully gasped for air, jump back to his feet, and offered Miles a hand.
Iason closed his eyes and stiffened his body for the impact.
A second went by, and another, but there was no impact. His heart was pounding, and his forehead was sweaty. But despite the almost certain skip of a heartbeat, he managed to convince himself to open his eyes.
The son of Hades looked like an ant in comparison to what stood in front of him, both in size and strength. It unfurled its wings, and Iason became even smaller. His hands drooped down and he stared at the Fury with his mouth open.
He was paralyzed.
In Iasons mind, only he and the Fury existed. A thousand possibilities crossed his mind, but he knew he couldn't fight off the Fury even if he tried. For a moment, he nearly cried out his mother's name but noticed that the Fury was looking at something behind him.
Before he could act, someone from behind snatched his wrist and yanked him hard. He didn't resist and started running in the direction he was being pulled.
He swung his head to look at the owner of the hand, and to his relief, it was Miles.
Iason was still a little dazzled by all that was happening around him and so didn't notice the screams emanating from behind them.
They continued running behind Alexander as someone from their group created illusions to distract the Fates and Fury, but Iason was still too hazed to notice it all. He shook his head and saw Alexender getting to the door and leaving the girl there. The man didn't stop there though and soon came out on the porch again. Iason turned his head to look back at the Fury that was right behind them. A shiver ran down his spine. He didn't see as Alexander started summoning a lightning strike, but all of a sudden "GET COVER!".
"Iason! Your shield!" Miles shouted.
Iason blinked in confusion but soon raised his shield above his and Miles backs. A boom! Miles shouted something, but Iason lost his hearing for a second and didn't make out any sounds around him. He also noticed that Miles's hand lost its grip on Iasons wrist. He stopped and looked back at a fallen Miles.
Iason had a fraction of a second to think of several viable plans of escape and choose the right one. Luckily one stood out as the safest and the quickest.
He leapt towards Miles, but instead of offering him a helping hand, he jumped at him and knocked them both into Miles's shadow. After briefly visiting the Dark place they both emerged from a shadow cast by Noam standing on the porch. They flew to the ground with the same power as when they entered the shadow, both falling hard onto the grass. Iason fell on his back and the impact forced what little air was in his lungs out. His ears were still ringing but he painfully gasped for air, jump back to his feet, and offered Miles a hand.
RedOcean
She Of Time
Carlos & Selena
coded by reveriee
Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
code by valen t.
RedOcean
She Of Time
♡coded by uxie♡
kakemha
One Thousand Club
RedOcean
She Of Time
kakemha
One Thousand Club
x_Tasia_X
𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏-𝚋𝚘𝚢
RedOcean
She Of Time
♡coded by uxie♡
Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
code by valen t.
kakemha
One Thousand Club
Minte
Drinker of Tea
Child of Demeter
Clarissa
x_Tasia_X
𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏-𝚋𝚘𝚢
Ozron
Smiles hide more than they show
Alexander Hendrix
Son of Zeus
Son of Zeus
Alexander was running. He didn't know why or what was happening, he just ran and ran. His eyes failed to tell him his surrenderings. He panted, and panted, feeling his energy slowly drain, but he never slowed down. His mind was blinded by fear and panic. He didn't know what the hell was going on, and was confused. Then a flash appeared, almost similar to the lightning bolt he summoned. He began to fall into a dark pit. His eyes widen and tried to let out a scream, but nothing came out.
He then made contact with the ground. A painful sensation struck across his body when he made an impact. He forced himself to get up, as pain struck across his body. He felt dizzy. As he stood up, he noticed he was in a house, a kitchen to be exact. But this house looked nothing like the one he remembered entering when he was still carrying the girl. He looked around, the pain dying out slowly. It had a light blue and grey color scheme, with everything a kitchen would ever need. It was very modern. At the middle of the kitchen was a table, with three chairs. He looked around the kitchen, it had no food or anything. Then he noticed a hallway, he quietly went through. He tried to reach for his sword, which was usually near his hip, but he was surprised to find nothing. He continued on anyway.
He entered what appeared to be a living room. It was empty but had a similar color scheme to the kitchen. The only thing in the living room was a broken photo frame, near the center of the living room. He also noticed he hasn’t seen any windows. He went over to the broken frame and picked it up. In it, was a picture of a man and a woman. The woman was slim, with dark, long hair. She was wearing a light blue dress and looked to be in her mid-20s. Her eyes were green. The man had a muscle build, with a recently trimmed beard that was white. He wear a dark tuxedo, and he had bright, sky blue eyes. They both were smiling. He couldn’t tell where they were, in the background. He felt something, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Then, he heard a loud scream.
He jumped up, dropping the photo and its frame. He immediately turned towards the sound, where another hallway was. He slowly approached it. Down the hall was a few rooms, most were locked, but two were open. He heard the scream again and decided to just rush it. He ran right into the room where the familiar scream and around him, the house collapsed into darkness. He found himself surrounded by flames. His panic and fear rose once again.
“Wh-what the hell is going on? Who’s doing this?” he screamed into the flames. But nothing responded back. He turned around, only to find… himself. He felt shock roll across his body. This other him looked just like him, only he wore greek battle armor, he also held a sword, but it was nothing like the xiphos. The other Alexander looked back at him and smiled. Then he turned into mist, and the fires died out. Then the worst part of it all. Alexander fell to the ground as a wave of fear and pain hit him, this was nothing he ever felt before. Then he heard the screams from the house, but this time, it was almost deafening. Electricity crackled around him, as he felt like his flesh was being ripped from his skeleton, then put back on with rusty nails. Then it all stopped and he opened his eyes…
When he woke up, he noticed he was breathing heavily. He slowly sat up, looking around. From what he could tell, everyone was here. He spotted new faces that weren’t present before. He was a bit confused but shrugged it off. He took a moment to steady his breathing and tried to remember his dream, no, his nightmare. He started to stand up but felt heavily sore throughout his body.
“I swear, whoever the fuck invited us here, better have an excuse on why I shouldn’t blast them to hell,” he said, as a wave of anger washed over him as he remembered why he was even there to begin with.
Then he noticed Miles and Iason were there and approached them.
“I gotta thank you, Miles. If you didn’t come up with that plan… Well, we certainly wouldn’t be living right about now. Anyway, what happened while I was out? Who are these new guys?” He asked them.
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kakemha
One Thousand Club
Ozron
Smiles hide more than they show
- Shaun ~ Post 1
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Shaun woke up in a depressing mood. The day before, he tried to convince his step-father from making another expansion in the Atlantic ocean. It just ended up as a fight, as they yelled at each other. His mother had to break out of the fight and chastise him. He couldn't believe his mother would support his step-father. He clenched his fists just thinking about it. He got up and dressed, then he heard a knock at the door. He came over and opened it. It was the family butler, Jeff. "Sir Shaun, sorry for my interruption, but are you ready for breakfast," Jeff the butler asked. "Sure thing Jeff, let's go," Shaun responded.
They walked down a clear glass spiral staircase. The majority of the house was white, except the bedrooms. His bedroom was ocean blue, his mother's room was dark purple, and his father was simple black. As they approached the kitchen, Shaun sat down on a nearby stool and was served a simple breakfast, as per his request. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, and sausages. His mother and step-father were already eating. His mother smiled when she saw him, "Good morning Shaun!"
"Good morning mom, good morning Mark," Shaun responded, as he began to eat.
"So, what do you plan on doing today," Mark asked while staring at Shaun.
"I don't know, thinking about going to the beach again," he responded. He noticed Mark's stare at him and avoided eye contact.
"Shaun, you're 20. You have to do something else than to the beach. Your college grades have been dropping and I'm not gonna allow you to fail. Whether you like it or not, you'll be running my companies after I'm gone." Mark said strictly.
Shaun just stared at him blankly. He pushed his plate aside and started to walk away.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Mark said, with a bit of anger seeping into his voice.
Shaun put on his shoes and went for the door. "I'm going out. See you guys later."
Shaun took a jog to the beach that was nearby. When he arrived, he started running to the ocean and dived in. He felt a wave of peace throughout his body, he always goes to the ocean when he's stressed or mad, and it always relaxes him. He was an excellent swimmer, he swam deeper into the ocean. He breathed the salty water, he wasn't quite sure how his breathing in water worked exactly, but he never questioned it. Finally, he reached a nearby bright beautiful coral field. It was thriving with fish of all kinds. He swam into the coral field and watched as all the fish swam with him. He smiled, as he watched all those fish swim with him. He wanted to stay in the sea forever, but he had to meet up with a friend in about 15 minutes.
He shot up to the surface, like a jet, and reached the beaches. As he started to walk, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned to look at it. It was a brown pouch, it stood out as most of the beach was a whiteish yellow color. He walked over and picked it up. He had a flashback about the email. At the time, he dismissed it as a joke. People pulled pranks and jokes all the time. He studied the pouch for a minute, it had a golden ribbon. He pulled it and the pouch opened. Nothing happened... He started walking to the nearby trash bin when he was hit with a burst of wind. He was flown into the air.
"Hello demigod, welcome to North Wind Airlines. We thank you for choosing our services, are you ready for your flight to begin sir?" said a feminine voice, Shaun couldn't locate it.
"Uh, s-sure?" Shaun wasn't exactly sure what to say. This was the last thing he was expecting.
He felt a seat made of wind and air form around him. "What the-" Shaun was shocked, he was sitting in a non-existent chair.
"We are off to our next destination, please strap on your seat belt and keep all hands, legs, and heads inside at all times. In the event where something might happen including injury, the loss of or any damage to personal possessions, sickness, diseases, or even death we will not be held responsible."
He felt a seatbelt and buckled. Then it occurred to him, "What a minute, where the hell are we going-" Shaun was interrupted as winds blew him, to what he assumed, supersonic speeds. His heartbeat was rapid. His mind was full of shock and confusion. Then it stopped, when it did, Shaun collapsed on the ground. His body was still in shock, and now, he started to feel sick, and a bit jet-lagged...
He heard the feminine voice say, "Thank you for using North Wind Air! Continue straight ahead and you shall reach your destination. Also, remember to give us a good rating on your next flight." He felt another blast of wind, thankfully, it didn't take him. Then Shaun proceeded to puke.
"There goes my breakfast," he said, as he got up. He looked around, from what he could tell, he was in a meadow. He saw a path leading to what he assumed was his "destination". As he started to walk, he noticed something. He couldn't sense any ocean nearby. He frowned. That's not good if I get some trouble..., he dismissed the thought and continued walking. He stayed positive.
As he walked, he noticed something in the distance. A building...? Well, finally, he thought to himself, as he began to approach the house. Maybe those emails weren't lying after all, will there really be others? It seemed like hell broke loose or something. He was confused but continued on. He finally reached the door and knocked. He was pumped about meeting others like him. He smiled as he waited patiently.
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Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
code by valen t.
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Edgy Boi
your local feral trauma goblin
Eddie didn't know how much time had passed, but at some point he'd taken off his headphones, needing the absolute silence and dark of the closet. He hugged his own knees, still sniffling and occasionally losing control of his breathing again, almost going back into a panic. He'd been like that for an indeterminable length of time, as time seemed to stretch for hours in this state, when the door cracked open. Eddie flinched at the light, closing his eyes and burying his head in his arms. The light seemed to reach them anyway, along with the slight difference in air temperature, and the slight draft that the open door created. It all felt too much. Then he heard Noam's voice. It was soft, still too loud, but soft enough that it didn't make him want to cause irreparable damage to his own hearing. Eddie listened as he spoke, the voice lowered from whatever ridiculous height Noam was, right down to his level.
"May I hug you?" Noam asked. Eddie didn't know what to do with such a question. He tried to think of the last time he'd been hugged. He couldn't remember. He was half tempted to tell Noam to leave him alone. A hand was on his shoulder, and Eddie tried not to flinch. He knew he failed, knew his body jerked at the contact. He hadn't seen it coming, eyes still hidden in his arms. He lifted his head, and seeing Noam's expression, knew he was only trying to help. He nodded cautiously, not wanting to disagree in his vulnerable state. He didn't have the energy to deal with Noam being disappointed or upset with him for not accepting a well meaning gesture.
Eddie found himself scooped into Noam's arms, his body warm and soft, especially compared to the floor of his closet. He stiffened for a second, brain practically shorting out at the unfamiliar situation. Then, he relaxed. Despite his reservations, it was surprisingly comforting to be held like this, and Noam was definitely a better place to sit than the floor. He leant his head against Noam's shoulder, pushing his hair out the way, wrong texture, too shifty. The leather jacket was nice, though. Noam was explaining that everything was fine, everyone was alive. Eddie hadn't even been thinking about that, more sensorially overloaded than worrying about the other demigods. Still, he soon found himself crying again, tension he didn't even now he had finally releasing.
When Noam was done talking, Eddie lifted his head a little. "Could you close the door? Too bright." He mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. It felt like too much effort to move his own body to shut it. Plus, Noam's arms were longer, it'd be easier for him to reach. If Noam shut the door, Eddie would relax even more, the light gone, pleasant darkness returned. Plus, it was embarrassing enough for one person to see him like this, he didn't want anyone else to. After a while, he'd calm down almost completely breathing evening out, almost on the verge of falling asleep.
Senor_Fluffy
"May I hug you?" Noam asked. Eddie didn't know what to do with such a question. He tried to think of the last time he'd been hugged. He couldn't remember. He was half tempted to tell Noam to leave him alone. A hand was on his shoulder, and Eddie tried not to flinch. He knew he failed, knew his body jerked at the contact. He hadn't seen it coming, eyes still hidden in his arms. He lifted his head, and seeing Noam's expression, knew he was only trying to help. He nodded cautiously, not wanting to disagree in his vulnerable state. He didn't have the energy to deal with Noam being disappointed or upset with him for not accepting a well meaning gesture.
Eddie found himself scooped into Noam's arms, his body warm and soft, especially compared to the floor of his closet. He stiffened for a second, brain practically shorting out at the unfamiliar situation. Then, he relaxed. Despite his reservations, it was surprisingly comforting to be held like this, and Noam was definitely a better place to sit than the floor. He leant his head against Noam's shoulder, pushing his hair out the way, wrong texture, too shifty. The leather jacket was nice, though. Noam was explaining that everything was fine, everyone was alive. Eddie hadn't even been thinking about that, more sensorially overloaded than worrying about the other demigods. Still, he soon found himself crying again, tension he didn't even now he had finally releasing.
When Noam was done talking, Eddie lifted his head a little. "Could you close the door? Too bright." He mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. It felt like too much effort to move his own body to shut it. Plus, Noam's arms were longer, it'd be easier for him to reach. If Noam shut the door, Eddie would relax even more, the light gone, pleasant darkness returned. Plus, it was embarrassing enough for one person to see him like this, he didn't want anyone else to. After a while, he'd calm down almost completely breathing evening out, almost on the verge of falling asleep.
Senor_Fluffy
Major_Goofball
Your friendly spacefaring neighbour
Iason D. Montauc
He helped Miles up and stepped aside as the son of Hermes made his way to the house.
Still rattled by the previous action-film-like scenario, he looked down and cleared his throat in an attempt to get his thoughts back together. My briefcase was the first thing that he thought of. He turned to look at where he had left it, only to see it laying on its side there. Deciding to do things in order, he jogged across the grass to his briefcase and picked it up.
But as he was heading back to the house, it finally struck him. That familiar feeling. It was his father, Hades, and the being that chased them, the Fury. It all made sense and made no sense at all at the same time. Three questions popped up in his mind though:
First, why were the Fates and the Fury after that girl, Maja?
Second, why was the Fury with two Fates?
Third, the hell was his father thinking while sending his people up after someone?
It all was very confusing, but as a son of Hades, he hoped he would be able to question the Fury. But as he looked at where the Fury would be, he noticed two additional people. One of them was running to the house, while the other was facing off with the Fury?
"Oh no..." he muttered as he increased his speed.
He couldn't help, he had no leaps left and his shield had already dissipated. Luckily, he didn't feel like anyone was about to die. It was a definite relief.
When he got to the house, a newcomer, Selene, had taken the position of the centre of the group. He didn't care about that. He quickly glanced at Alexander. Iason felt respect for the man. After all, it was him that carried the girl across the meadow and almost paralyzed the Fury. As well as me and Miles he jokingly added in his mind. Anyway, the Fury he continued his train of thought and made his way to a window.
The fight was stalling. Neither of them could make any significant moves. Iason knew that he wouldn't be able to speak with the Fury this time. Perhaps with his father?
He turned his head from the window to think when Alexander woke up. Iason turned his attention to the son of Zeus. The man's bewildered look made it clear that something was off. Well, aside from everything that is going on in here. A girl, whose name he sadly did not know, rushed to him with her notebook that seemed to have the answers Alexander needed.
Iason decided to check up on him.
"Hey, how are you feeling... Alexander was it? A lot of stuff happened back there, eh?" he asked after Alexander was done reading Aisling's notebook. He tried to sound as casual as possible. He was terrible at social interactions.
He helped Miles up and stepped aside as the son of Hermes made his way to the house.
Still rattled by the previous action-film-like scenario, he looked down and cleared his throat in an attempt to get his thoughts back together. My briefcase was the first thing that he thought of. He turned to look at where he had left it, only to see it laying on its side there. Deciding to do things in order, he jogged across the grass to his briefcase and picked it up.
But as he was heading back to the house, it finally struck him. That familiar feeling. It was his father, Hades, and the being that chased them, the Fury. It all made sense and made no sense at all at the same time. Three questions popped up in his mind though:
First, why were the Fates and the Fury after that girl, Maja?
Second, why was the Fury with two Fates?
Third, the hell was his father thinking while sending his people up after someone?
It all was very confusing, but as a son of Hades, he hoped he would be able to question the Fury. But as he looked at where the Fury would be, he noticed two additional people. One of them was running to the house, while the other was facing off with the Fury?
"Oh no..." he muttered as he increased his speed.
He couldn't help, he had no leaps left and his shield had already dissipated. Luckily, he didn't feel like anyone was about to die. It was a definite relief.
When he got to the house, a newcomer, Selene, had taken the position of the centre of the group. He didn't care about that. He quickly glanced at Alexander. Iason felt respect for the man. After all, it was him that carried the girl across the meadow and almost paralyzed the Fury. As well as me and Miles he jokingly added in his mind. Anyway, the Fury he continued his train of thought and made his way to a window.
The fight was stalling. Neither of them could make any significant moves. Iason knew that he wouldn't be able to speak with the Fury this time. Perhaps with his father?
He turned his head from the window to think when Alexander woke up. Iason turned his attention to the son of Zeus. The man's bewildered look made it clear that something was off. Well, aside from everything that is going on in here. A girl, whose name he sadly did not know, rushed to him with her notebook that seemed to have the answers Alexander needed.
Iason decided to check up on him.
"Hey, how are you feeling... Alexander was it? A lot of stuff happened back there, eh?" he asked after Alexander was done reading Aisling's notebook. He tried to sound as casual as possible. He was terrible at social interactions.
Ozron
Smiles hide more than they show
Alexander Hendrix
Son of Zeus
Son of Zeus
Alexander noticed Aisling approaching and he turned to face her. She handed him her notebook and he started to read it. He noticed her appearance but he shrugged it off, everyone looked like crap.
“Well, thanks for healing me up. That attack I pulled off really…” Alexander remembered his nightmare for a moment. “...draining.” He snapped back to reality.
“So, Carlos and Selena are also demigods. Really showed up at the wrong time, but they can’t be blamed, eh? Well, at least everyone is alive,” he said as he read what happened and who Carlos and Selena were.
Then he read the part asking how he was. He chuckled a bit, “I feel like hell, but other than that, I’m fine. Well, I would feel way worse if you hadn’t patched me up. Thanks again,” he said to Aisling, handing over her notebook.
“How are you?” He asked her. Judging by the way she looked, she probably didn’t feel great, but he was curious. He noticed he was becoming far more comfortable with her than he has with the others.
He then noticed Iason approached him, asking him if he was alright, in a very nervous tone. "Well, I feel like hell, but I bet most of us feel that way," he responded to Iason. He could tell Iason was nervous, but he really didn't know what to do. "Are you alright," Alexander asked. As he waited, he couldn't keep his mind off of the nightmare he had. It was burned into his mind. The best he could do was to not think about it...
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