[hr][hr][center][h1][sub][i][color=#DB7093]𝓐𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓥𝓸𝓼[/color] & [color=#3EA99F]𝓖𝓻𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] The Big House || Camp Half-Blood; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other
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..for only a small group of people; there were just so many voices...

Her bright blues glistening with a kind and gentle concern as she gazed in the direction she could hear the conversation coming from, Adeline couldn't help but wrap her her arms just that little bit tighter around Greyson's. It was soothing... His touch, even if he didn't realize it, was like a warm blanket on a cold night. It was comforting- safe. And no matter the situation, he always seemed to know the right things to say, and always in that voice of his that had a calming way about it. She knew he wanted to help- or at least, [i]try[/i] to help, in some way. But how could he do that if she was around..? As the conversation drew away from where they were standing, her heart sunk in the confines of her chest. She was only holding him back...

[color=DB7093]"..tu peux y aller si tu veux..."[/color] Voice soft as she spoke, it was a few moments after she'd done so that her arms were falling from their place around his. Hands drawing together in front of her stomach as she brought her attention back to him. Her gaze drawing up to where she knew he was standing- to where that alluring scent was still washing over her, [color=DB7093]"..y-you want to help her... right..? Please don't let me stop you..."[/color]

Greyson watched as everyone crowded his dear cousin, eyeing Dorian in particular. Though he had no personal issue with the boy, the son of Thanatos' Captain-Save-a-Cousin complex rubbed him the wrong way at times. Although he couldn't exactly complain, at least he was one person whom Erin trusted, and didn't mind coming to her aid enough not to send the hounds after him like she did with himself. As Erin shot off away from the group saying she'd have no part in it all and that Ares would find her where she always was... [i]where she'd always been[/i].. the tears in his cousins eyes made his heart drop, taking a step in her direction but stopped. Two reasons, one being Addie still attached to his arm, the other being Dorian. [i]'Did he really just..?[/i]

Greyson took the step back to place himself right beside Addie again, watching from a distance as no one headed Dorian's shooing and continued to pursue his distraught cousin. It wasn't until Grey heard Adeline's soft voice that he was brought back to the present and out of his rambling thoughts, looking down at her just as she began to pull her arm away from his. He frowned softly at himself, looking off towards where Erin had headed off with her friends in pursuit, turning his gaze back on the girl beside him. Honestly he was very torn, and he didn't want to let her think that he didn't want to be there with her, but family was important to him. More than most could understand.

Reaching down, Greyson gently took one of her hands from her own in his, clasping the other over the top a moment as he spoke. [color=3EA99F][b]"Oh mon amour, ne pense pas à ça de cette façon ... Je te retrouverai plus tard, je te le promets."[/b][/color] The son of Poseidon gave her hand a tender squeeze before dropping her hand back where he had pulled it from, turning on his heels to dart off after his cousin. He was willing to risk getting the hounds after him, now more than ever. She was the one who was being [i]hounded[/i], today. The support was great to see, but he knew just how suffocating too much of it could be for her. He had to do something. [i]Anything.[/i]

Lips parting at the seam; Adeline's head followed the sound of his heavy footfalls as they fell further and further away from her. And while she was still able to hear their voices from where she stood, she knew that she was alone. It was okay though... she knew it wasn't on purpose for the most part. They were doing it- [i]he[/i] was doing it for Erin. For family. How could she even think to be upset about that..?

Shoulders lowering slightly, her posture relaxed as she stared unseeingly in their direction; a gentle smile crossed her lips.

[color=DB7093]"..bonne chance... Grey..."[/color]

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۞ Tu peux y aller si tu veux = "You can go if you want to."
۞ Oh mon amour, ne pense pas à ça de cette façon ... Je te retrouverai plus tard, je te le promets. = "Oh love, don't think of it that way... I'll find you later, I promise."
۞ Bonne chance - "Good luck."
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