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Winnie gave Loukas's girlfriend Sage a sincere grin before letting out a giggle at his joke. "The moon, yes! Your moon, not so much," she joked, trying to block out the image of him sprinting into the water. It was seared in her mind! "I've never played before," she added quietly, looking around at the chaos that unfolded. One of the boys was carrying Petal Price around! Was it a dare or a whim of his own? Who knows really... even observant Winnie couldn't keep track of all the flings and affairs around camp! "Everyone looks so happy, I just had to come over!" "You're all very complicated creatures, but you laugh like harp strings," she beamed, looking around. Most people were watching Petal and Gael, but some were, like her and Loukas, caught up in their own conversations.

Winnie smiled, nodding a little ferociously in agreement. "Oh yes! The moon definitely likes you. She's beaming down on you very carefully." It was an odd observation, but very true. The sharper of Loukas's features were defined by the pale light it offered. He looked like a painting, while Winnie just looked distinctly sleepy. She was glad that their first meeting was at night, so that she might see him fully realised. During the day, she bounded and skipped around, her delight uncontained. That's how Loukas was at night, and she was honoured to see it. She guessed few people had. "I understand that. The day can be very overwhelming sometimes." Winnie could definitely sympathise with what he was saying; she had always been a bit sensitive. The bustle and noise of breakfast were difficult to cope with; in an attempt to avoid the worst of it, she often missed out on some of the best food. Generally, the Ares and Athena kids got to that stuff first. Which reminded her -- Loukas had a friend in the Athena cabin -- Sage! She had seen them out together quite often and wistfully wondered if they were in love. She hoped so, as they looked darling together. "I notice the little things first, then everything pieces together to make a whole. Usually, the smallest things are the most beautiful," Winnie replied, happy to put her worldview into words. Something told her that Loukas would understand, and maybe even relate. They seemed to be kindred spirits, unlikely as it was. "I'm out here searching for a new perspective," she answered. "And to observe the beauty in the night... I wanted to make friends with the stars, but it looks like I made friends with you instead!"

Winnie couldn't help but let out a little squeal of happiness as Dahlia agreed to sing with her! She was making a friend, and it was so easy! Remembering a movie she once watched, Winnie extended her pinky finger out to the dark-haired girl. "Okay, let's promise. I, Winnie Sullivan, pledge to always share souls with my new friend Dahlia," she recited. Her eyes were big and full of sincerity, eager to solidify this new bond with a gesture. "I hope your stardust rubs off on me! I'd like to sparkle like you," Winnie added happily. It sounded like Dahlia was as excited as Winnie, and that made her extremely glad. Especially because they seemed to have such similar life philosophies; "Oh, definitely! The universe puts us all on this earth for a reason. We're all enough just by being alive," she agreed wistfully. "That's why the sun always kisses the tops of our heads! We're very loved." It had always been important to her that everyone felt important. Often, that sentiment seemed to be a little unreciprocated, especially by kids her own age. But, with Dahlia, Winnie felt purposeful and calm, important and loved. What a beautiful day it was! "I'd love to see your cabin now," she said, a little shyly. "If you and your siblings will have me."

The sensation of sudden and complete fullness made Henry cry out in pain and pleasure. It was an entirely new feeling, testing her body's ability to cope. For a moment, it was so intoxicating all she could do was moan Liam's name. She let out whimpers and exclamations of pure pleasure, delighting in the way he used her body. She clenched around him in a way she hadn't anticipated, as though her body had been waiting a long time for this and didn't dare risk letting him go. "Mmmf, fuck! Oh Liam, hnng... I love this! I- I love you! Oh gods, mmmgh!" She felt her eyes water, sweat plastering her fringe to her face as she fought to keep her back arched for him. Her brain was empty of any thoughts except him, so she hardly even registered the confession she'd just let slip. One that had been building in her for years... she loved him. It was like he had claimed her, made her entirely his. This act just made ut that much more permanent: a physical truth. She wasnt a virgin anymore. The thought thrilled her, prompting another moan to escape from her lips. The praise he cooed made her grin, and the teasing that followed even more so. Liam's roughness excited Henry, and she wanted to feel him lose it entirely. She craved to bring out an animalistic quality in him, and suspected she knew how. "Is that really all you've got? Mmmgh, I- I fuck myself better with two fingers!" She taunted between moans, completely dishonestly. She hadn't known before what a thrill she would get out of being bratty. But, she supposed, there were clues in her personality. The smack he delivered to her ass made her exclaim, clenching around him in surprise. The way Liam gripped her hip, like a promise of more to come, had Henry completely under his control. She imagined he had every intention to fuck her until her brain was completely empty. Suffice to say she welcomed that challenge. "Harder!! Mmmgh fuck, you're so bigg! Liam..." she whined, unable to articulate anything else.

"Sly I like the sound of that. It seems fitting and I mean dat its only one of dem ratsnakes, they are harmless, unlike dem big cottonmouths back home. they are very venomous but not this one so it should be fine in my pocket i guess till we get a better solution." he would then listen to Derick talk about a beach. "A beach!?! i love the ocean my pa was a fisher in da gulf. he also liked to dive. thats where most of my coins in my collection came from." but then he would yell "ALLONS!!!! Which way to the beach?" as soon as Derick would show the way he would just start taking off in that direction and eventually get to the beach "Derrick its the ocean!"

The sun hit Damien just right as he sauntered into the archery range, casting an almost celestial glow around him. He was used to this effect; it felt like the universe itself was putting him center stage. Spotting Alyssa, he noticed how her arrow missed the bullseye by a few inches. His eyes lingered for a moment, not just on her arrow but also on her. She was a striking girl, and Damien saw an opportunity for a grand entrance. "Ah, fret not, fair maiden. Archery is an art form, one that I, Damien Dawn, have mastered," he proclaimed, lifting a bow from the rack and gracefully nocking an arrow. With a smirk that exuded self-assurance, Damien drew the bowstring and released. The arrow soared through the air, landing squarely in the bullseye of the target. "You see?" he declared, turning to Alyssa with an expectant grin. "Precision, skill, and a touch of divine flair, that's what it takes to hit the mark. And let's face it, I've got all three in spades." The words left his lips as if he were reciting lines from a one-man show, his voice rich with the music of self-admiration. In his mind, he imagined that hitting that bullseye had lit up not just his own world but Alyssa's as well. He felt as though he'd just given an Oscar-worthy performance, and the applause—silent or not—was rightfully his. His eyes met Alyssa's, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted to what her impression might be. 'Why be modest when you're this magnificent?' he'd often say, but even he couldn't ignore the little seed of doubt that wondered whether his grandiosity could turn some people away. He quickly shook off that thought. No, Damien was a masterpiece in progress, a work of art that was more than ready to share its brilliance with anyone willing to admire it, especially someone as lovely as Alyssa. And so, basking in the light that always seemed to find him, Damien waited for her reaction, ready to further dazzle her with his spectacular show of skill.

Loukas felt a strange, gentle sort of warmth radiate from Winnie as she spoke, like a single ray of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day. Despite being creatures of opposite realms—her of the sun and him of the moon—it amazed him how comfortable and right this impromptu meeting felt. "Moon eyes huh?" He laughed softly, intrigued by her remark. It was as if she had unraveled a little piece of his identity with just a few simple words. "Well, I guess you could say the moon and I are old friends. We've shared quite a few conversations during my night runs." Her next comment about the timing of his day stirred a sense of irony within him. It was true; while she probably spent her mornings basking in Apollo's glory, he found the daytime harsh, the sun too glaring and the noise too disruptive for his senses. The night was his sanctuary, where he could be his most genuine self, plus sleep was so nice. Though he had to admit Sage had recently been disrupting much of his sleeping schedule.....not that he minded of course. "You're right, I'm not much for mornings. The moonlight calls to me more than the dawn does. Breakfast crowds just don't feel as inviting as a solitary run under the night sky," he admitted with a smile. Her observational skills impressed him. In a camp full of demigods each grappling with their own destinies, it was easy to become a background figure, to blend into the shadows—something he often preferred to do. Yet here was Winnie noticing his absence in the day's early hours. It made him feel seen, in a way view people outside of Sage and his siblings made him had. "Seems like you have a knack for noticing the little things," Loukas remarked. "That's a rare quality, you know. So, what brings you out at these late hours?"

Hearing Henry's words Liam felt a triumphant satisfaction roar through him like a lion claiming its territory. The sweet sound of her surrender, her need need for him was more intoxicating than any victory he'd ever claimed in battle. Her desperation and her surrender was the final confirmation of his control over this charged situation. He looked down at her, her body flushed and waiting, her words a tribute to his dominance. "That's what I wanted to hear," he purred, almost animalistic in his desire. In a seamless, fluid motion, he finally granted her the fullness she had begged for, entering her with a possessive thrust that aimed to claim as much as to pleasure. This was no longer just an act of physical intimacy; it was a symbolic fusion of their complex dynamics, of power and surrender, dominance and submission. And as Liam began to move, every thrust a reaffirmation of the charged energy between them, he felt like a beast not just uncaged, but fully realized. As Liam began his rhythmical movements he leaned down closer to Henry, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanted this, remember?" he growled. "You begged for it. Now......tell me how much you love this." Each word seemed to time perfectly with his thrusts inside her keeping Henry keenly attuned to his presence, to his dominance. "You feel so good around me, so perfect," he continued a low growl of pleasure flowing through his lips. "But let's not forget who's in charge here right?" With that he intensified his pace, letting his actions speak as loudly as his words fully embracing his role as the commanding force in their tangled dance of power. Liam lifted his hand from where it had been gripping Henry's hip. With a playful motion he delivered a smack to her exposed ass. "Still think I need the ego boost?" he teased grinning. It was a light-hearted moment, but the underlying tension remained as his hand returned to its previous position, gripping her hip more tightly than before, as if to say that the game was far from over.

Liam could not make the decisions for Elena but would be there if it went wrong. He might not like Finley but hey he could still beat him up if he stepped out of line after all. It was strange for liam to think of Elena getting older and more mature. To him she was till that little girl that got claimed by their father. Well finishing up his meal, he went over and put an offering to his father in the fire before he walked back over. "Hey I got some stuff to do but I will see you later" he smirked as he then strode off. Thinking about what was to come as camp was getting more and more crowded!! the end

James had turned as he noticed Leroy and his two boxes. Wondering how the kid had so much stuff was beyond him as most that came to the camp barley had anything with them. Since monsters or events happened unexpectedly. "Over to the side for now, we will pick you out a room once you meet everyone, oh yeah you can play anytime you want just don't let it go to you head" he finished saying as he chuckled before he called everyone to come meet Leroy. It was good to see that everyone ACTUALLY LISTENED to him. It wasn't too too often this was the case as a lot of them tested their luck with him. Octavia was the first which she was so sweet, his heart melted so much when he saw her. Her giggle made his smile widen as he noticed Andralyn was next to come out. Their fight from her stealing all the things still lingering between them. "Can you not just enjoy time with your family?" he smarted back off to her while shaking his head. It seemed with every growing day her sass was getting worse and worse. But with the sight of Shi Jin coming, he nodded to his brother. Happy to have someone else he felt was level headed in the cabin. "Ummmm i don't know what you said but I don't think so?" He looked around the cabin at the others.

Asher didn't know what she expected to hear or even what she wanted to hear. Everything about this moment was new to her and certainly frightening. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do after. Should they sit and chat? Put their clothes back on and walk away? They had this entire suite to themselves. No one was going to be waiting for her back at the party. She had made her exit and people oftentimes respected that. So what was she to do in general? Whatever felt right to her, no? Whatever felt right in the moment. Asher grabbed Theo's arm and pulled him gently towards her. She didn't say anything as she wanted him to just lay next to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gently caressing the softness of his skin and planted small, soft kisses over his shoulder blades. "Thank you," she finally said. "For this moment. For being so gentle. Why don't we just lay here and keep each other company?"

Liam's unwavering gaze remained fixed on Dustin as he spoke, his words imbued with a genuine sense of loyalty in him. Even Benji came up and seemed to feel the same, forging a connection among the brothers. The feeling of impending war hung heavily over them all, making Liam's steadfast presence beside Dustin was one he hoped showed his stance. Their blood was thick and he would never waver in his loyalty. As Benji spoke, it only fueled him more for how he felt about his brothers. Dustin's vulnerability lay exposed for all to see, evoking a surge of compassion within Liam. Throughout their shared history, it had often fallen on Dustin's shoulders to bear the heaviest burdens, and this moment was no different. "Until the end, this life hasn't been easy for any of us and we won't let it beat us down without a fucking fight" his face was stone straight but then grew a smirk "We Ares boys know a thing or two about war." This was true as it was in their blood!!!! So whatever the future held for them they would face it together. This camp had seen a lot of war before and it wasn't something that would just go away. It was as natural as something as love in this world.

Becca was in the mood of healing today. She was watching the senior doing the work until she got her hands on for the final bandaging. She got to use her musical abilities again and there the wrapping went around the injury. She had also liked to see whether other treatments worked like bone injury. Certain seriousness should require more practice and she was certain she could make it in a longer period of time. Becca turned as she heard a familiar voice from her siblings. Smiling she nodded at Winnie her older sister. She asked for her help in healing, handing a drachmae in the palm which she recognised to be a golden for messaging purposes. That she had not have much collection of, which attracted her. But for Becca , she’d do anything for her siblings, for free to be honest. "Well that’s not necessary to be honest, but I really do need that haha, thanks Winnie. Of course I would help….. So which part do you need help with? I’m good with healing by singing the most. “ Becca received the drachmae happily, she couldn’t reject such great offer, or any gifts. Their brightness made them quite accepting to others.

He would say to James “Where should I put these 2 boxes? I don't have anything yet really. I was kind of rushed away when my pa didn’t get back from the gulf. I have a backpack and these 2 boxes.” If you look or listen the boxes kind of move or sound like there is something alive in them. Also if they look at his pocket it is kind of moving by it’s self. As he walks in the building he would see all the lights and things and say “Wow, I have never seen a real casino before just the dirty basements my pa and his co-workers played poker in there are so many lights.” Then James would yell to everyone to come meet him. First to come up and meet was a very young look girl who introduced herself as Octavia and Leroy would say in a very southern accent to where it was almost hard to understand. “Howdy ma’am, my name is Leroy. Ça va? I mean sorry how are ya doing.” After talking to Octavia another older lady, but still in her older teens Leroy would guess, would walk up and introduce herself as Andralyn and introduce himself in a similar manor and as a young man would walk up and introduce himself and ask how Leroy was doing he would instinctively answer “ca va bien, I’m a bit confused but “quelqu'un parle français ou cajun?” And he would wait for a response.

Finley and Elena continued their walk through the forest, the quiet serenity of the woods providing a stark contrast to the turmoil that seemed to engulf what he felt inside. Finley had seen Elena's fierce, determined side in action but had also sensed a vulnerability in her that intrigued him. He appreciated her willingness to share her company, and he wanted to help ease whatever was troubling her. "Yeah, I figured a bit of surfing can clear the mind," Finley responded, brushing a hand through his hair as they walked. The forest floor crunched underfoot, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above, adding to the peaceful atmosphere. A moment of silence lingered, during which Finley noticed Elena's gaze flickering toward him. There was a palpable tension between them, unspoken words hanging in the air. Finley turned his attention to her, noting the blush that colored her cheeks as she mentioned surfing and their complicated relationship. His heart quickened, her words stirring something deep within him. "Yeah, I've been hitting the waves," he admitted, his lips curving into a sheepish grin. "But you know, it's not quite the same without a certain someone to share it with." He hoped that his words conveyed the sincerity he felt, the unspoken truth between them hinting at the complex emotions they shared.

Shadow smiled at Kendall seeing her stand taller at his compliment. "You should be proud, you really do, do a great job" He admired the blade one more time before closing back up and sliding it into his pocket. "How much do I owe you?" he questioned her, as he reached for his wallet. He wasn't one to really use swords in a fight, since he had his powers, but when she asked if him if there was anything else he needed, he debated on asking her to make him a sword. "Hmm, you know I could go for a sword" he says with a smile. He wouldn't mind seeing what kind of sword she would make for him. Just then he had a great idea. Shadow decided since Kendall does such beautiful work, he would love to have her make Lilythe a beautiful pocketknife as well. "Actually, you know what, can you make a small pocketknife for me to give to Lilythe as a gift?" he questions with a huge smile on his face, just thinking about Lilythe made him extremely happy.

Dustin couldn't help but watch his brother at the moment. Everything that was happening for a reason, and he knew that this was going to be on him to lead his brothers and sisters to this war. He sighed heavily and turned around putting his back to his brother, not in a disrespectful way but in a way that meant that he was more worried about it. He was worried about everything and everyone. He turned back to Liam and sighed when Liam told him that there, they were family, and they would be facing the situation together. Because they had done so before. He unclenched his jaw a little. His brother had a point and that was something. He was also worried though, and that wasn't something that he was going to be able to stop. Dustin went to the ground in a heap. His legs out in front of him and his arms behind him holding him up all the way. Laim went on to tell him that they were a team and that he and Benji and the others were going to be behind him. He gripped the ground; he knew that his brother was right. The confidence in his voice carried. Even leaders needed this sometimes. He felt something wet coming from his eyes before the next voice saying his name brought him over to glanced at Benji. He had been there too? Crap and he was showing his weakness. He didn't want his other brother seeing this. But honestly there was a lot going on and he wanted Benji there too. He stays quiet listening to his other brother. The tears were soon falling freely from his eyes. "Fuck guys." he said as he brought up an arm to whip away the sweat and tears on his face. "It's good to have you all here with me." he muttered, still hiding his face from the two standing there. He was worried that they would bash him for crying on them.

Liam absorbed Dustin's punches with determination, blocking and countering as best he could. His focus sharpened as he responded to his brother's challenge, each movement calculated and precise. The training room echoed with the rhythmic thud of their strikes meeting mid-air. He grinned as Dustin intensified his attacks, appreciating the heightened adrenaline coursing through his veins. Liam's resolve only grew stronger, his mind fully engaged in the moment. Dustin's change in approach caught him off guard for a moment. Liam's eyes widened as he realized he had left himself vulnerable, his right side exposed. He braced himself for the impact, but it was too late. Dustin's punch connected, a solid hit that made Liam wince as the impact resonated through his body. Gritting his teeth, Liam acknowledged the lesson in that unexpected blow. He knew he had to be vigilant, to anticipate and adapt to every possible angle of attack. As Dustin retreated and bounced on his toes, Liam took a moment to catch his breath. "Nice move, Dustin," he panted, a mix of exhaustion and appreciation in his voice. He adjusted his stance, mentally reviewing what had just transpired. "Alright, let's go again," he said, a renewed determination in his eyes as he readied himself for the next round. He was now smirking as this was fun for him!!!!