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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]While Wes was only teasing her, Trinity still answered quickly and pressed her hands to his knees like that would keep him locked in place. [color=66356a]"No, no, no. I’ll move in with you. No scene required."[/color]

His smile grew, wide and toothy and entirely too pleased with himself as she leaned in to give him a quick kiss. It was only for a second, they were in the hall after all, but his hand still curled around the back of her neck, fingers slipping into her blonde hair as he held her there for a beat longer. When their lips parted, there was a playful glint in his eyes as he held her gaze. [color=667c0c]"Are you sure? I could just—"[/color] Wes scooted forward in his seat, dipping off the chair like he was going to slip onto one knee even though she had already agreed. He followed through until he was halfway to the ground before laughing and settling back into his seat. [color=667c0c]"[i]Kidding.[/i] Kidding."[/color] He held up his hand innocently before she beat his ass for half of the camp to see… Not that he’d entirely mind that. 

His attention shifted toward the table as she pulled her plate across the surface to sit beside them. [color=66356a]"After you help me eat. I know you can pack more away somehow, someway."[/color]

Wes laughed softly, shaking his head as he reached out and picked up whatever piece of food indiscriminately and popped it into his mouth. [color=667c0c]"Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to have a warrior’s appetite?"[/color] he asked playfully after swallowing his bite. Sure, he had always been able to make food disappear about as quickly as it hit his plate, but Trinity was the one always wanting to train and whatever else. He had seen the way Andy’s powers had her packing food away like a body builder. He imagined it’d work similarly for an Ares kids, but then again… Stress was a quick way to kill an appetite. Either way, he’d do anything she asked of him without hesitation. Cleaning her plate was fairly simple in the grand scheme of things. 

He had picked his way through about half of the food that remained when Trinity cleared her throat and leaned towards him. [color=66356a]"How about I get some stuff, bring it to yours. You shower. And [i]then,[/i] we go bother Rae for a project."[/color] Before he got a chance to argue against burdening Rae or any other Hephaestus kids with his ‘arm problem,’ she got to her feet and nodded toward Tapeesa where she ate a few tables over. [color=66356a]"If not for me, do it for the healer."[/color]

[color=667c0c]"Are you saying you [i]don’t[/i] like the smell of blood and sweat?"[/color] he asked with a cheeky grin while motioning to himself, still [i]very[/i] shirtless, with the remnants of training and dried blood clinging to his skin. Wes snagged the last piece of food from her plate, ate it, then held up a finger. [color=667c0c]"Counter offer,"[/color] he started and cleared his throat. [color=667c0c]"I [i]help[/i] you get your things, because I am nothing if not a gentleman."[/color] He dramatically rolled his eyes while pressing his hand to his chest. Being entirely fair, Wes would have moved all of her stuff himself while she napped if Trinity would let him… But she was far too stubborn of a woman to let that fly. 

[color=667c0c]"You shower [i]with[/i] me,"[/color] he added, flashing her a knowing look that spoke to their habit of wasting a [i]lot[/i] of hot water whenever they shared a shower. Then he rocked his head back and forth, conceding to her ulterior motive, if only because he had been skirting around it for three months and he doubted he could avoid it much longer… And he wouldn’t hate it if Trinity actually tried to be friendly with Rae. [color=667c0c]"And then [i]maybe[/i] I’ll let you convince me to turn back into the Winter Soldier."[/color] He pushed off the table and slowly stood up, his gaze falling to the space his right arm once lived with furrowed brows. [color=667c0c]"I don’t know if our new leader will let me train with it if it makes me like… the terminator or something."[/color] He laughed softly. 

Wes hadn’t gotten a chance to gather their plates or move from the table before Trinity grabbed his arm. [color=66356a]"[i]Or[/i] do we wait her out here?"[/color] she asked, more problem solving out loud than seeking his actual answer. [color=66356a]"You know her cabin?"[/color] She let her questions settle before releasing his arm and preparing herself to go back into the harsh cold. [color=66356a]"Think dad’s instincts are taking over a bit,"[/color]

He laughed, just sort of admiring the spazzy way she had a habit of overthinking and navigating a maze by cutting through the hedges rather than finding the correct route. Wes pulled on his own coat and zipped it up while his smile of love and adoration never faltered. What could he say? He kind of liked her crazy breed of enthusiasm. [color=667c0c]"Rae was one of the people who had to run the course a second time,"[/color] he noted as he reached around Trinity to gather their plates. [color=667c0c]"She’s the only person I ever knew who hated P.E. more than I did. We should give her a little time to unwind before we bombard her with your little project."[/color] He raised his brows as he leaned in towards her. [color=667c0c]"Gives you time to work on your apology."[/color] His lips pressed against her forehead in an affectionate kiss as his muffled laugh rumbled against her skin before he pulled away. 

Wes made his way across the hall, smiling and nodding his head toward anyone who met his gaze. He put their dirty dishes in the correct bin before making his way over toward the exit, holding the door open for Trinity. He followed her out onto the deck, wincing and shuddering as the frigid breeze wasted no time whipping past them. [color=667c0c]"So… [i]Roomie,[/i]"[/color] he mused, playfully slapping her butt before draping his arm across her shoulders. [color=667c0c]"How many trips do we think it’ll take to get all of your stuff?"[/color] he asked, looking down at her with a bright pleased smile, like he was the happiest man in the world. Regardless of her answer, Wes couldn’t care less if it was one trip or a million. He’d be her personal pack mule everyday for the rest of his life if it meant she’d live with him. What could he say? It was kind of like he was in love or something.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=5a3e85]"You know…I did consider fish,"[/color] Anissa offered when he mentioned his limited palate mostly consisting of pork and fish as a child. [color=5a3e85]"But…I wasn’t really sure if that could count as like…cannibalism or something. Didn’t want lunch to be some weird moral dilemma for you, you know, eating your fish friends."[/color] She shrugged. [color=5a3e85]"What can I say? I’m thoughtful like that. You’re welcome."[/color]

River snorted out a laugh, something genuine and worn around the edges from the burdens of his morning. But even in the way the chuckle was weak and frayed, it softened something in his posture, letting his shoulders slump and relax a fraction more than they had been. While he would have been content with fish, Anissa’s consideration made something warm bloom in his chest. It was small and something most people wouldn’t even give a second thought to, but she did… Even if she played it off rather than letting the weight settle. 

[color=5a3e85]"I mean genuinely, do you actually consider fish your friends? Or is it more of a distant-relative situation where it’s fine as long as you don’t make eye contact?"[/color]

[color=86a8ad]"I…"[/color] he started, pausing to sigh softly while his free hand ran along his thigh. [color=86a8ad]"It’s more of a circle of life thing, at least for me. We all need to eat, you know? I would never kill a fish—[i]or any animal for that matter[/i]—just because I could or for sport. I like animals,"[/color] River shrugged his shoulders. [color=86a8ad]"They’re better than most people, honestly,"[/color] he added with a wry laugh. 

[color=86a8ad]"We—[i]Poseidon offspring[/i]—"[/color] he corrected himself with a noncommittal wave of his hand. [color=86a8ad]"[i]Can[/i] talk to aquatic life. I never really tried or anything. My dad wanted me to focus more on the combat and physicality side of things. But there are times when I’m in the water that I hear… [i]murmurs?[/i]"[/color] His brows furrowed as he tilted his head to the side, trying to find a way to explain it. River shrugged a second time before looking over at her with a lopsided smile. 

They settled into a comfortable silence, or at least comfortable on his part. River didn’t know if lamb was a type of meat he’d choose, but he wasn’t mad about it either, especially not when considering how famished he was. Anissa seemed a bit more reluctant to accept the proffered bit of meat that he nearly pulled it away by the time she actually took hold of the bone in her gloved hand. His smile grew, warming around the edges as he gave her a small nod. It wasn’t some big offering or lingering question, just a subtle gesture he never really noticed he did around people he was comfortable with. He really liked food, especially good food, so for him to share it willingly meant [i]something[/i]... even if he wasn’t entirely sure what. 

[color=5a3e85]"Really glad now I didn’t go for something boring like…sandwiches. This is pretty good,"[/color] she commented while enjoying the bit of lamb meat. 

[color=86a8ad]"I think you underestimate how boring of a man I am,"[/color] River mused as he picked up another potato from his container and popped it into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, then licked the butter and herbs that clung to his fingers before continuing. [color=86a8ad]"Sandwiches, ramen—like the stupid cheap kind in the shitty little bricks—spaghetti o’s, kraft mac and cheese."[/color] He pursed his lips, shaking his head back and forth while a pleased hum echoed behind his smile. [color=86a8ad]"Those are like the cornerstones of my diet."[/color]

River continued to pick at his food, easily having downed over half of it before Anissa got her container out of the bag. He accepted the juice she offered him with mumbled gratitude through a full mouth of food. A drink didn’t really cross his mind, but once he held the bottle he realized how thirsty he actually was. Without ceremony or much patience, he cracked it open and took several large gulps before setting it aside. As he went to grab another piece of lamb, his attention was drawn over to her container and what lived within it. He had a vague understanding of what poutine was. It smelled good, but he was actually surprised at how terrible it looked. But who was he to judge? He had seen more than his fair share of meals that looked disgusting but tasted orgasmic.

He looked back down at his container, half empty with every bone picked clean. Just as he went to tear off another piece of the bread, Anissa’s voice drew his attention back to her and the fork extended toward him with a fry dangling from it. [color=5a3e85]"For balance. You’ve had protein. Now you need something with absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever."[/color]

[color=86a8ad]"I guess I can’t argue with that logic,"[/color] he mused. River shifted how he sat, rather than taking the fork from her, he leaned forward with his hand resting against his leg. He gently closed his mouth around the fork, meeting her gaze for a fraction of a second as a warmth crept across his cheeks before slowly pulling the fry free. A nervous smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he mulled over the bite of foreign cuisine. [color=86a8ad]"It’s good."[/color] He nodded his head slowly, then motioned down at the pile of gravy covered fries in her container. [color=86a8ad]"It [i]looks[/i] terrible though,"[/color] he confessed with an awkward laugh. 

He should have remained quiet and let Anissa eat her meal that she was obviously very excited about, but his own doubts and concerns plagued his mind. River’s comment was just a passing observation. He wasn’t asking for reassurances more than just accepting something that felt… fairly obvious. But she clung to it, unwilling to let it settle. [color=5a3e85]"Why do you say that? Because you don’t have all the answers?"[/color]

River drew in a deep breath, setting aside his container, whether or not he finished every bite. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hands hang clasped together in the space between his legs. [color=86a8ad]"No…"[/color] He sighed, shaking his head slightly. [color=86a8ad]"Because people don’t like authority? I mean… who wants to listen to a guy they’ve never met bossing them around?"[/color] His head turned slowly to look over at Anissa. His expression wasn’t sad or angry, but painted with a solemn sort of acceptance. [color=86a8ad]"I think that’s why my dad chose me. I was always kind of a loner. So, if I didn’t make any friends, it wouldn’t weigh as heavily on me… [i]in theory.[/i]"[/color] He shrugged and lightly clapped his hands together. It would have been nice to potentially know that before he came to camp, although he doubted it’d change much, if anything.

[color=5a3e85]"Wanna know what I think?"[/color] River didn’t have an opportunity to answer, only able to meet her gaze before she continued. [color=5a3e85]"I don’t really think people were asking you for the right answers just to know them. I think they were asking you to make them feel secure."[/color] Anissa turned to face him more before continuing, her voice dropping to something more soft than before. [color=5a3e85]"Besides…I think people confuse discomfort with dislike."[/color]

[color=5a3e85]"You make them…uncomfortable."[/color] He hummed in acknowledgement, nodding his head slowly as she only reaffirmed some of his thoughts. ‘Uncomfortable’ would be another word for it.

[color=5a3e85]"Not in a bad way,"[/color] Anissa quickly continued, attempting to clarify before he got the wrong idea. [color=5a3e85]"I watched people come up to you today after training and…they didn’t really approach you like you’re a person, did they? It’s more like…"[/color] She paused for a second like she was trying to find the correct words and River waited patiently. He was tempted to tell her it was ok and she didn’t need to try and soften the blow or make him feel better, but he didn’t interrupt. [color=5a3e85]"More like they approached you like you're a solution. Like you're supposed to have all the answers because of who your father is or whatever. And when you don't immediately solve something for them, especially in the way they want... they don't quite know what to do with that, I think."[/color]

River appreciated her attempts at trying to make sense of it all, even if there was no clear answer to it all one way or another. The best he could do was be honest and share whatever knowledge or information he had. He knew that wasn’t going to be enough for them, for [i]most[/i] of them. Hell, he asked his father for more but was met with nothing. [i]Trial by fire.[/i] He was tossed to the wolves and told to either swim or drown on his own. That’s what his father did with Nick and he failed. River was the back up, the fail safe. And if he failed? Well, he was almost certain there was another one waiting in the wings somewhere to have their chance. 

[color=5a3e85]"Anyway, River, I… I don’t think you’re disliked. I think you’re just new. Unknown. Different. And sometimes that’s enough to make people unsure. Doesn't mean they won't come around. Just means they haven't figured out where you fit yet."[/color]

His gaze fell from the fry that hung from her fork to the foam container of food that had, no doubt, gone cold. River’s head fell with a soft sigh as he rubbed his hands together. He sat in silence, dwelling on her words for a couple minutes before he spoke. [color=86a8ad]"It’s ok, Beauty Queen."[/color] His reassurances for her weren’t nearly as verbose, but just as genuine. He reached out to gently pat her knee, flashing her a halfhearted smile before the realization of what he did set in. Redness flushed across his cheeks as he quickly withdrew his hand. [color=86a8ad]"It was… More of an observation anyway. I don’t need friends or to be liked to do…"[/color] He inhaled deeply and held it as he motioned generally at everything around them. [color=86a8ad]"Whatever the fuck it is that my dad wants me to do."[/color]

River picked up his bottle of juice and finished it in silence as his attention drifted over to the remaining pair of demigods running the course, then to the cold fries resting in Anissa’s lap that she continued to eat. His expression dulled knowing it was because of him that her meal lost its appeal. [color=86a8ad]"I ruined your lunch… I’m sorry."[/color] He tapped his thumbs together and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. His thoughts wandered for a second or two, then the idea struck him like lightning and he was on his feet, pulling on his jacket, and gathering up his trash. 

[color=86a8ad]"Your friend looks like she finished,"[/color] he commented while pointing at Blair where she sat alone toward the center of the stands. River then reached down, snagging her box from her gently with an apologetic smile. [color=86a8ad]"Stop eating those,"[/color] he gently berated her. [color=86a8ad]"Keep an eye on those last ones for me—"[/color] he nodded his head toward the two girls who lingered on the course. [color=86a8ad]"—I’ll be back in five minutes with fresh poutine."[/color] River didn’t wait around for her response and the inevitable argument she’d make. He stacked the containers neatly in his arms and headed for the exit without looking back, spurred by a goal, a girl, and his own stubborn determination.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Tapeesa wasn’t always the quickest to pick up on subtleties, but her current company didn’t really hide the way her gaze found its way to Nate, for no other reason than because he drew her own attention. She probably wouldn’t have noticed at all if she didn’t force herself to look away just in time to see Callista’s focus return to her along with a smile that made her shift in her seat. 

[color=cb6583]"Mm, makes… sense,"[/color] Callista mused, albeit seemingly distracted as her gaze fixed on Tappi with a curious scrutiny. [color=cb6583]"My dad’s Dionysus. I think."[/color] She then tapped the tip of her finger to her temple as she continued. [color=cb6583]"I hear him in here all the time, never has really introduced himself as such, but I have only guessed from what I [i]feel.[/i]"[/color]

[color=0bbdaf]"[i]Ohhhh…[/i]"[/color] Tapeesa nodded her head slowly, mulling it over like she actually understood anything beyond the fact that the girl was hearing voices in her head. Dionysus [i]sounded[/i] familiar. She had obviously read about him on her flight but there were also like a million ‘sus,’ ‘eus’ and ‘seus’ names in Greek mythology that they honestly started blending together before she was halfway through. But she imagined hearing voices wasn’t… [i]normal.[/i] Not that she would ever say that out loud.

[color=cb6583]"Madness is such an interesting thing. Along with [i]impulse.[/i]"[/color] Oh… [i]well.[/i] At least she admitted she was crazy before Tapeesa said the wrong thing. 

It was difficult remaining fully present in a conversation where she couldn’t fully relate to the girl opposite her, but more pointedly when her attention kept drifting across the Main Hall to Nate. Her thoughts mostly kept spinning in the same circles of frustration and guilt… and the dread that she might have pushed him away. The overthinking and fraying fatigue of training were quickly wearing on her. If it wasn’t for the way she idly pushed food around on her plate with her fork, she might have zoned out entirely and missed Callista’s question. 

[color=cb6583]"Boy troubles?"[/color]

Tappi coughed, startled by the question as her gaze shot up from her plate to the girl across from her before darting away. [color=0bbdaf]"What? [i]No.[/i]"[/color] She quickly picked up her juice and downed what remained to busy herself and stop her from coughing further. [color=0bbdaf]"I… No. [i]No.[/i]"[/color] She cleared her throat, eyes wide and cheeks turning a bright red as she stared at the food scraps left on her plate.

Rather than trying to fill the silence with her incoherent babble, she slunk down into her seat like somehow making herself smaller would move the conversation onto something else… or just help her melt into the floor entirely. Her attention went from a cloudy haze to acutely sharp, using every word and sound that filled the hall as a welcome distraction. That was until she heard it… [i]her name.[/i]

[color=d4af37]"...her name is Tapeesa."[/color] 

Her entire body froze and the color drained from her face, able to pin the voice without looking. If Callista said anything else to her, she didn’t hear it as her focus unwillingly narrowed to a single conversation she didn’t want to hear. She blinked slowly and swallowed as her gaze fell, fixating on a half eaten strawberry that rested on her plate. 

[color=d4af37]"She has this way of being pretty direct. So when she says something, I take it at face value. And it turns out that was a mistake. I thought I was giving her space. Being the chill, understanding guy who didn’t crowd her. Turns out, what she saw was…indifference, and me attacking her new…friend? That I couldn’t be bothered to show up, basically. And once that interpretation was in the room, well…that was it for me."[/color]

Her brows furrowed as she listened to Elias recounting their encounter to someone she didn’t know. Tapeesa knew it happened, people sharing their experiences with friends or whatever… [i]commiserating.[/i] She was certain people talked about her behind her back before at some point, because that’s what people did. But she never heard it first hand, never had to sit and act like she didn’t hear it, like she was unbothered. It was like witnessing rumors materialize out of thin air as the truths about her were twisted and misrepresented. She didn’t know which part was more difficult, remaining indifferent so it didn’t look like she was eavesdropping or fighting the urge to defend herself… Or more accurately, run out of the Main Hall before she heard another word. 

[color=d4af37]"Earlier that night, she told me I should come dance. Those were her exact words. And she said it to me and another girl I was with. So I took it at face value, like an open invitation. Optional. A casual ‘hey, the door’s open if you want’ kind of thing. But when I didn’t show up immediately, she made up this whole other story about me maybe needing her for something. For healing. Or that I’d gotten hurt. [i]Me.[/i] Son of Zeus."[/color]

Her hands started trembling first, then she felt the burn of tears in her eyes as a knot constricted in her throat. She couldn’t listen to any more. [color=0bbdaf]"I’m sorry. I don’t feel well."[/color] Tapeesa stood up abruptly, blinking rapidly to try and keep the tears at bay. She refused to make a scene, refused to look weak because someone was gossiping about her. [color=0bbdaf]"It was nice meeting you."[/color] She flashed Callista a tight-lipped smile as she scooped up her tray, but couldn’t bring herself to meet the girl’s gaze. Without another word, she snatched her coat from the back of her chair and made her way toward the exit. She quickly discarded her trash and dishes where they belonged, then disappeared back outside into the silent chill of winter. 

Tapeesa didn’t bother putting on her coat. She was more in a rush to reach the safety of her cabin, which was only two buildings away, rather than being warm for maybe thirty seconds. She somehow managed to muster enough energy to hasten her pace past the infirmary, through her rod iron gate, and up the snow covered path to her stone cottage. After slipping inside, she quickly shut the door and leaned back against it with a heavy sigh. Her right hand raised quickly to wipe at her eyes before any tears dared slip free. Between Elias and Nate, she was quickly wondering if she’d be better off keeping to herself… Two friendships made and ruined within the span of a day had to be a new record.

She lingered there for a minute or two, forcing herself to calm down by closing her eyes and measuring her breaths. Tappi might have remained there longer than she should have if it wasn’t for the ache in her legs begging for a break. She slowly kicked off her snow covered shoes by the door and trudged her way upstairs to her bedroom. Upon seeing her bed there was a heavy, nagging desire to collapse into the pillows, cry and sleep for however long the Gods let her. But she didn’t dare curling under any blankets until she removed the sweat and grime from training. With a sigh, she undressed and slipped into a hot shower, hoping the scalding water would soothe her muscles and ease the spinning torment of her emotions. 

Tappi got as clean as she could without risking her legs giving out on her while she was still naked and in the shower… That would be the cherry on top of the cake for the worst day ever if she was found like that. She wrapped herself in a towel and trailed water across her room as she made her way over to her dresser. With no intention of setting foot outside of her cabin for the remainder of the day, she chose to put on some of her most comfortable pajamas, regardless of it being the middle of the afternoon. After pulling on the oversized cardigan, she grabbed the Greek Mythology book she had been reading like gospel and headed back downstairs. 

She wasn’t entirely sure where she stood with Nate, but if nothing else he’d need to come get his things before ignoring her forever. There was a part of her that worried if she fell asleep in bed that he’d come and go without ever waking her, and that would be the end of it. So in her own silly attempt to try and catch him, Tapeesa had no other choice than to stake out her living room until he inevitably showed up. 

Her pace slowed as she came to stand beside the couch, looking down at the cushions with a faint frown. It would be the more comfortable place to sit, but all she saw when she looked at it was him. She sighed, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. [color=0bbdaf][i]Christ, get a grip,[/i][/color] she chastised herself, but still didn’t sit down, instead making her way across the room to the plush armchair. She lowered herself onto the cushion, settling into the seat sideways so the armrests functioned as a backrest and footrest while she leaned to the side against the back of the chair. The book was still clutched in her arms with every intention to read while she waited, but she hadn’t even settled properly before her eyes grew heavy and she quickly drifted off to sleep.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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