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The kiss was intoxicating. She had lost herself completely in it until Killian separated them. That was when it sank in what had really just occurred. Willow's eyes grew wide in panic as the realization dawned on her that not only had they kissed, but she had initiated it. She had crossed every boundary she had been trying to build that day. In a moment of weakness she had torn down the efforts of that day. Her hand went up to her lip and she could feel her heart racing. What have I done? Willow quickly grabbed her belongings from Killian and ran. She didn't bother explaining herself. She didn't bother thanking him for the ride or the help. She panicked and darted as quickly towards camp as she could. Leaving him there in shock as she abandoned him completely. Reaching the edge of the park she hailed the Grey Sister's cab, not caring how much it would cost her, and fled quickly back to camp and the safety of her cabin walls where she could collapse, cry, and process what on earth had just occurred. How could I be so stupid? ~~~~~ End RP ~~~~~

June 2022 Willow and Killian had been 'dating' for months now. In that short time, things had gone relatively smoothly. Killian had been a man of his word. He never pushed for more than she was willing to give and he never made her feel bad for only being willing to go so far as to kiss him. It was with that exact thought in mind that Willow realized that she owed him a gesture of faith and appreciation. Not because he demanded one--no he hadn't asked for anything--but because she felt like he had more than earned it. Her idea had simply been to have a picnic beneath the stars on the side of the lake at camp. Little did she know where that night would end up... Sitting on the edge of the lake, Willow had spread out the blanket on the ground as she listened to the waves lapping against the shore. She wore the sundress that she had heard him compliment her on, on several occasions--though admittedly he was fairly free with his compliments in her direction, still she got the feeling he had preferred this dress. It was yellow with sunflowers on it. It hugged at her waist and lifted her chest, but was loose around the hips. It laced down the front to the midriff, giving the illusion of being a corset. It was incredibly comfortable and seemed to embody her personality well. She supposed that was perhaps a factor. Beside her, on the sand of the shore sat her guitar. The blanket held a picnic basket that held an array of sandwiches and a couple bottles of mead that she had managed to purchase off of Killian's sister Aislynn. It was supposed to be pretty strong, but Willow trusted Aislynn wouldn't poison Killian so that was good enough for her. Now there was nothing to do but sit and wait for him to join her under the stars.

Relief washed over her as she heard Killian confirm that he would wait as long as she needed. She hadn't realized the anxiety she would feel simply asking that of him. To be honest, she hadn't really given herself time to process any of the emotions she was feeling right now. She was simply letting them run her course of action. It was impulsive, it was reckless, but she had wasted several months now trying to keep things in the realm of safety. And it hadn't worked. So it was time to let her impulsivity and emotions win. His lips on her forehead were soothing and intimate. It simultaneously served as a balm to stave away what was left of her nerves, as well as kindling to spark something more. She lifted her head and kissed Killian again, this time with more passion than before, though still nothing in comparison to what she felt. Resisting Killian had been an impossible task. Now she could only hope that giving in to him would be the answer that she needed. Once again she felt the sparks that she had felt that day when she kissed him after the sleigh ride. Okay, Aphrodite. You win. She thought to herself. I choose him. Slowly, she pulled her lips from his and blushed. "I... I just wanted to see what it would be like to do it on purpose this time." The kiss after the sleigh had been charged with an equal level of uncertainty and passion. It hadn't been intentional though. At least, not wholly. This time she did it because she had actively decided to. She wanted to. And that made all the difference. Realizing she should probably have a discussion with him about the parameters of their new arrangement, Willow began to disentangle herself from his arms. "So... we should talk about how this is going to work, yeah?" She said, and slowly made her way to the edge of the apmhitheater's stage and sat down. Patting the spot beside her so that Killian could sit next to her, she waited for him to join before continuing. "I don't know that I'm comfortable calling it a relationship just yet. But we can be 'dating' if that's okay with you." It was a large ask, because she knew that she personally felt like that meant he shouldn't be seeing other girls, but she wasn't aware of relationship dynamics enough to know that she should clarify that. "It's just that... I know that the title 'girlfriend' comes with certain expectations and I don't want to feel like I'm leading you on. I'd rather use that word when I'm sure I'm ready to hold up to all the expectations that come with it. But I'm not trying to hide things, either. I'm happy to hold your hand, kiss you, and hug you in public. And I want to go on dates where we can really get to know one another." Willow chewed on her lip again, hoping that Killian would understand. It probably came across that she was worried about sex. That was, definitely, part of it. But really she was afraid of the words 'I love you' and what power they could have once she said them. She wanted to make sure she felt it before she said it, and she felt like it was an expectation in most relationships these days to say it fairly quickly. Having the separation for the interim until she could say it, seemed to make sense to her odd brain. "What about you? Are there any boundaries you want to set?"

Pleased that they could find an appropriate topic of conversation, and one that she felt she could actually contribute to as well, Willow had nearly forgotten how close they were until that gods damned bump. Now she was acutely aware of their proximity again and found herself struggling to focus on anything but her hand on his. She tried to listen as he spoke, but that only made things even more intense. His gratitude for their time together made her worry that she had let things get too far again today. They were supposed to be friends, but she couldn't let him think that meant she would let herself become another notch on his bedpost. Chewing softly on her lower lip, Willow nodded. "Yeah, it's nice when friends can spend more time together." She said, with a soft emphasis on the word 'friends' to hopefully set that boundary firm once more. Little did she know that no matter how much she tried to, the boundary was doomed to be ruined by fate. As those women like to weave their own handiwork into everything. "I really do enjoy spending time with you, Killian." The sleigh slowly reached the other side of the park, and as it did, Willow finally found the strength to pull her hand off Killian's. "I guess this is our stop." She said sheepishly. Slowly she began to gather her bags and guitar, waiting to step out of the sleigh. As Killian stepped down onto the snow, he extended a hand up to her to help Willow down. Willow first handed him her guitar and bags, knowing that there was no safe way to get all three down at once. She blushed as he obliged. That was very gentlemanly. He didn't even complain. Willow lost herself in thought as she went to grab his hand to step out. Unfortunately some of the ice had melted under the heat and refrozen as the cool air hit. This caused a slick enough surface that Willow tripped slightly. As she did she managed to catch herself on Killian's shoulder, but not without bringing her face right in front of his. The warmth of his breath against her skin felt intoxicating. Aphrodite or Eros must have been nearby, because the next thing Willow knew she found herself acting without thought and pressing her lips to his as she finished stepping down. His lips felt warm underneath hers and she could swear that she saw sparks fly as she kissed him. Willow lost herself in that moment for a few too many moments. ((OoC: GM permission given by DUDEITSBRITT for this post))

It was beyond strange to discover how many people had grown up just as Henry had -- one absent parent, feeling like a complete outcast their whole lives. Followed by chaos and constantly labelled a troubled kid. Henry couldn't help but wonder what Sage's story was, and how closely it might resemble her own. They were technically related and never even suspected the other existed, how strange was that? Her whole life had turned upside down over just a few weeks! "That makes me 'interesting phenomena' then? Hey, I'll take it." Henry couldn't help but blush as Sage asked if she wrote songs. Secretly she did, but nobody had ever (or would ever!) hear them. They weren't love songs or anything (yuck), but they were definitely personal. "Nah, I'm not a writer," Henry lied. She had a reputation to protect, after all, to ensure nobody messed with her here. If Sage wrote down that she was a sensitive songwriter and it got into the wrong hands? No thank you! "So you must know everything that goes on around here, huh? Who should I look out for? Y'know, the ones who spell trouble?"

"We should sing together sometime," Winnie said. She felt a sudden rush of courage, feeling distinctly that Dahlia was somebody she could be vulnerable with. Being a daughter of Apollo, Winnie had a good singing voice -- it wasn't that she was trying to hide it. Singing just felt like such an intimate expression, something to be shared with only special people. She could tell Dahlia was special. "I adore French music," she added wistfully. "I'll teach you my favourite French songs if you teach me some J-POP? It's like swapping a little piece of our souls!" She stopped in a patch of sunlight, absorbing its precious warmth and power for a moment. Turning to her new friend, she tilted her head, taking her in. "You know how all humans are made of stardust? I can see your stardust. Most people lose theirs along the way." Dahlia's cabin sounded just perfect! Winnie loved the way her eyes lit up talking about it. Obviously, it was a beautiful, safe space. "I don't suppose... can I come over sometime? I've never had a sleepover before," She just couldn't help asking, even though it was a little forward. She was even too new to camp to know the rules! But whatever punishment there was for being in the wrong cabin, it would be worth it. Growing up so isolated had been tough, but things were looking up now! Maybe it was time to do everything she'd missed out on?

The boy's big, kind eyes and gentle demeanour put Winne immediately at ease. Often, she was brushed off as strange when she verbalised her thoughts like that. But this boy just seemed amused -- not in a cruel way. Just interested in a new perspective. "I'm beginning to see that," she grinned, looking around for a moment. "If the night has magic, it seems willing to share," she observed, her voice dreamy and distant; he seemed to have come alive in the moonlight, bright-eyed and flushed from the cold air. Up close, she recognised him as Loukas Makris. He was the boy that always seemed languid in the sunshine, and barely ever rose before noon! He had a boyish look about him, with a sweet smile that leaned toward the shy. A child of Hecate -- practically the opposite of Winnie's father Apollo. "You've got moon eyes, Loukas," Winnie said matter-of-factly. "Do you get those from looking at her so often?" She asked, curiously turning her head to gaze up towards the sky. The camp had little light pollution, making the stars not only visible but bright. Even out of her element, she was taken away by the beauty of it all. She eclipsed the light of the moon with a raised hand, picturing it winking down at her. "It's so late... is this why I never see you at breakfast?" It may have seemed an odd question, but she was notoriously observant, as only someone on the outskirts of things really could be. She noticed when people weren't there.

"If I'm 'Henrietta', you're Sam. Get used to it," Henry snapped. It became pretty damn clear that Samantha wasn't going anywhere. She stood in the doorway like a victim of Medusa: Stoney-faced and still. However genuine her diplomacy was, Henry still felt like the girl viewed her as inferior somehow. This had been her problem with her ever since she came to CHB. Samantha always followed the rules, disregarded fun of any kind as frivolous and expected everyone else to do the same. Then she looked down on them if they didn't. People like that drove Henry absolutely crazy. They were demigods for Zeus's sake! They were practically built to have fun. "The newbies are getting too mouthy anyway," she retorted, falling back dramatically on her bed. "Can't you think of something they need to be punished for? I know nobody bothers you with the gossip, but I'm in the middle of something here." A passing Ares camper yelled something through the window, as though punctuating her sentence. Getting up to shout some expletives after them, Henry stumbled over her guitar case. Fine. Maybe she did need to clean. "Whatever Sam, I'll do it. You don't need to supervise me, I'm a big girl now." Glaring over her shoulder at the older girl, Henry couldn't help but notice she was staring wistfully out of the window. It wasn't even a nice view! Just the gaudy Aphrodite cabin. "Nobody's making you do this. If you've got somewhere to be, don't let me stop you." She really hoped Samantha would take her up on that offer. All Henry really needed to find Liam and ask him what in Tartarus was going on. Maybe kiss him again. Or whatever. Absentmindedly, Henry folded a few shirts and forced them into her over-stuffed drawers. She kicked a couple of sketchbooks under her bed. Hey, the illusion of cleanliness is good enough, right?

The feeling of his fingers tangling through her hair made her want something more. A smirk placed on her lips as she watched him closely. His comment and chuckle only made her hum a little more. She knew that she was going to be in trouble with more drama after this whole thing ended but it was just too good to pass up in this point. As she took him in her mouth, she heard what she had been waiting for. A moan and she knew that she had hit the jack pot with this one. Maybe just maybe she would be able to get him to bow to her in some ways. Apparently, she was doing just the right thing as he grip tightened just a little and she was able to hear the way that he took in those breaths. She was in her own mind at this point. Everything little back sass she had given him had earned her this. And she was gladly taken it. No worries for right now. She knew the rumors were going to fly in the morning. She hated the fact but oh did she not care by this point. He had something about him that made her go weak in the knees. He had been the only one that had been able to put her in her place and as strange as it sounded, she liked it. As he pushed down on her head, she moaned. Sucking him in deeper. She used her tongue and swirled it around him adding something more as she sucked him more. Being eye locked had brought a whole new side to Novalie. Everything about watching the pleasure pass on his face. She would smirk if she didn't have him in her mouth. His voice sent shivers all over her and she couldn't help but moan as he thrusted her down more. She would take him; she didn't want to disappoint him at all. Although feeling his hand trace her jawline made everything better in a way. He pulled on her hair a little more and she pulled off with a pop. Drool dripping down her chin. He wanted an answer, and she could only smirk at the moment, tilting her head to the side. Innocents coming to her face. Her eyes going big. "I don't know..." she told him as she brought up her fingers to her lips and whipped off the drool from them. "I think that.... given the chance I'll defiantly talk back." Desire was flowing through her in that moment. She wanted more from him and at this point, she knew that he was more than willing to give it to her.

Being the new girl in the cabin kind of sucked as that meant so many of the others would make her do their chores. But now there was this girl so maybe they could team up or would she be one of those girls who slacked and didn't do any chores? Sage smirked, her eyes lighting up with amusement as Henry responded. "Well the names Sage Robert and yes I am new too. I got claimed just a month ago" she said with a mischievous grin. "And as for the stalker thing, let's just say I prefer to think of myself as an observer of interesting phenomena. No shrines, I promise." Her hands were behind her back as she fidgeted them and that was when she stared at the guitar wondering if Henry would ever let her play the thing!!!! She leaned against the doorframe, sizing up Henry with an assessing gaze. "So, you play? but do you write songs too?" Sage's enthusiasm was infectious, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the newfound connection with her half-sister. This was a strange and magical world they had entered, and having someone like Henry by her side might just make the journey a little less daunting.

Samantha felt a flare of irritation at Henrietta's defiance, her use of the nickname 'Sam' adding fuel to the fire. She clenched her jaw briefly before speaking, taking a moment to gather herself. "It's Samantha, Henrietta, not 'Sam.' And for the record, 'Sam' and 'Henry' sound like boys' names, don't you think? Regardless, I'm afraid having newcomers do your chores isn't how things work here. We all have responsibilities, and we're all expected to fulfill them." Struggling to maintain her composure, Samantha glanced around the cluttered room. She understood stress and distractions; God knows she had her own. But rules were rules. "Your personal concerns may be valid, Henrietta, but they don't excuse you from contributing to the cabin. I can't allow you to neglect your duties and set a poor example for the others." Her eyes met Henrietta's for a moment, conveying a sense of sincerity but also authority. She knew her role as a cabin leader was to keep peace and ensure everyone did their part, but why did it always have to come at the expense of her own needs and wants? Feeling an internal tug-of-war between her sense of duty and her yearning to be elsewhere, Samantha sighed softly. "So, let's start with this room. I'll help you get it into shape, but we have to get it done now." Her tone was more diplomatic this time, an olive branch of sorts, though she doubted it would change Henrietta's stance. Inside, Samantha felt a mix of frustration and resignation. She stared out the window toward Cabin 10, oh how she longed to be meeting Evelyn, sharing stolen moments away from the ever-watchful eyes of the camp, yet here she was, about to supervise room-cleaning. It was moments like this that made her question the fairness of the universe, and whether the Gods themselves had a sense of humor—at her expense, of course.

Derrick's heart raced as he continued his act, weaving through the house as he ran back out the front door. He could feel the eyes of the other campers on him, their gasps as they followed him. He couldn't help but wonder if his sister was watching. Would Tempest be prod of him??? Would this mean that she would spend more time with him??? As he reached the area outside, he finally slowed down, taking a moment to catch his breath. But when they came to where he was outside he dropped to the ground as he rolled. The two campers that she wanted to mess with were with him which should give her good time to do what she needed to do. "Ohhhhh that was so scary" he said looking up at them with big eyes. Trying to get them to stay there as they checked him for damage. "I think...well I think I am okay but lets look just to make sure" playing the part until the very end. His eyes looking towards the big house to see if she would signal to him that she was done so he would then run away. That was when he saw his half sister, nodding he then got up. "Well don't worry about me you know" laughing nervously he then walked backwards. "I will just see myself to the apollo cabin....ohhhh no you don't need to walk me." But then before they could say anything else he ran away. The two campers shrugged and then walked back into the house muttering how weird that was. But circling around, Derrick found his way back to the side of the house.

Evelyn couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Samantha's teasing words. It was like a breath of fresh air amid the heavy emotions that had weighed them down. Samantha's playful touch sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, it felt like they were just two girls, sharing a secret, rather than the burdened souls they had become. Her eyes met Samantha's with a mixture of amusement and gratitude. "You have a point," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "maybe a little break from the heavy stuff is just what we need." Was this really happening or was she dreaming? Was Samantha really being playful with her and maybe just maybe the two of them would heal from this mess of a situation! Leaning in slightly, Evelyn whispered back, "Well, there's this secret technique I've been holding onto, but it's only for special sort of people...you know like ones you have deep feelings for." She winked in return, her heart feeling a little lighter at Samantha's playful approach. As she looked around the deserted arena, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe, just maybe, amidst the pain and darkness, they could find moments of laughter and connection. It was a small spark of hope, but it was enough to keep her moving forward on this uncertain journey of healing and discovery. That was when she began to tickle the girl she had desperately been in love with for such a long time. Giggling herself she found herself on top of Samantha as her face was inches from Samantha's.

Winnie's laughter was like a soothing melody, and Dahlia found herself giggling along, feeling a sense of lightness she hadn't experienced in a while. She noticed Winnie's curiosity about J-POP, and her cheeks flushed slightly as she explained, "J-POP stands for Japanese pop music. It's this really catchy and fun genre from Japan. I love how upbeat and energetic it is." She appreciated Winnie's interest and felt a sense of connection, knowing that they could share their musical tastes with each other. Listening to Winnie's description of her cabin and their musical talents, Dahlia found herself intrigued. It seemed like a lively and creative place, and she could imagine the vibrant energy that must fill the air during their campfire gatherings. When Winnie mentioned that she did her singing in private, Dahlia couldn't help but smile reassuringly. "I'm sure your voice is lovely," she said sincerely. "And it's great that you have your own space for it." Winnie's question about the Demeter cabin made Dahlia's heart swell with pride. "Oh, our cabin is like a little piece of nature inside," she explained, her eyes lighting up with fondness. "There are plants everywhere, and it feels like a cozy garden. Plus we have really good cooks so you best bet there is good food being made." Dahlia's gaze then drifted to Winnie, her newfound friend who had brightened her day in ways she couldn't have imagined.

Liam was completely in control now; he had her feeling like Henrietta, rather than Henry. Like she was in the presence of a great power, an unshakeable authority. "I'm going to kill you for this, Santos," she muttered quietly, half hoping he wouldn't hear. Her body was screaming at her to give in, clenching and aching as he teased her entrance mercilessly. She twitched in anticipation but, every time, Liam would pull away again, making her whimper and growl in frustration. He had finally got the best of her: she couldn't risk talking back. Henry knew Liam well enough to know that he was serious about his threats to leave. He craved the satisfaction of making her bend to his will, admitting her wild desire. She bowed her head and pushed back, fighting for purchase as his tip slipped ever nearer. "Fine! I need your cock-- please, I'm begging you. Fuck me, Liam, p-please!" she begged. Her use of his first name was just another small surrender, a very intimate signal of trust. Not only was her respect for him suddenly clear, but so was her desire and adoration. She was blushing scarlet, unable to maintain her cool exterior anymore. She suspected Liam knew he had won, and was about to smugly boast his triumph over her. She couldn't find it in her heart to care, though, because the sensation of his length so close to her entrance overshadowed all else. She was reduced to an amorphous bundle of desire and nerve endings. "Gods, stop teasing me," she cried. "I need it, Liam, I need you!" He was the son of the god of War; she, the daughter of the goddess of battle strategy. This was the white flag that heralded something completely inevitable.

Elena felt as if she wasn’t sure whether to tell Liam about her love life. But she knew her brothers were always worried about her and their cabin were lack of girls to be honest, she was one of the rare daughters of Ares who could be involved in relationships, and may be terrible ones too. She wasn’t the daughter of love so she wouldn’t know, and that was why they have been protective over her, and she to them too. "yeah…I know heh……I just can’t help it, and he said he had the same feelings too…..” She nodded at her brother, she had already had her mind set being the usual stubborn her, but she would take advice from her siblings as well, and she knew how protective Liam can get. "Okay I promise bro, you’ll be the first to tell if anything ever happened. “ Part of her was touched as she had so many who were concerned of her. Maybe teenager her can at least grow up sometime soon?

A genuine smile spread across Dahlia's face as Gael responded positively to her suggestion of dumplings. It was wonderful to see him excited, and she couldn't help but share in his enthusiasm. "I'm glad you're up for it!" she replied, her eyes bright with anticipation. As Gael began to open up about his experiences, Dahlia listened carefully, her heart going out to him. She could feel the connection forming between them, a bond of understanding that was both unexpected and comforting. When she reached out and gently squeezed his arm, she hoped her gesture conveyed the empathy she felt, reassuring him that he wasn't alone in his struggles. Gael's surprise at her words made Dahlia smile even wider. "Absolutely," she affirmed, her tone sincere and kind. "You're part of this camp now, and we're all in this together. It might take some time, but I believe you'll find your place here." As Gael complimented her, Dahlia blushed slightly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Gael," she said, her voice soft but genuinely appreciative. Maybe it was the fact that she had so often gone unnoticed by so many here that she felt forgotten. Even her sister Dawn was off doing something in the real world...making her feel so isolated. "Sooooo Gael what are you going to do for the rest of the day? Maybe we can go out and do whatever training or chores together?"

Mason glared at Maddox when he made his comment, because all he could think about was their grandparents. They passed away in a house fire. That's when it hit him, his eyes when wide and looked back at the others in the room. His eyes said it all, he had a feeling he knew what they were about to say. Mason grabbed for his brother's hand hoping what he was thinking wasn't about to come true. Unfortunately, he was right and just as the officer said it was their house, Mason could feel the tears build before the man even finished his sentence. Don't cry, I have to be strong for Maddox, he thought to himself, taking a deep breath in and trying to blink away the tears. 'she didn't make it' was the last words Mason remembers hearing when all he could see was red, his mind racing, his ears were ringing. Mason had replaced his sadness with his anger without even realizing it. "Why would she do this to us! Momma G wasn't suppose to die and leave us all alone!" he yells out, as his grip on his brother's hand tightens. Mason was usually the calmer of the two, but he couldn't control himself this time, he wanted nothing more than to scream and tear the room apart. He tried to calm himself, but it wasn't working. Looking to his brother, he whispered "you know what's going to happen to us now" he voice was laced with a sinister but saddened tone hidden within it.