Miroslaw Mihailov

Miro smiled the biggest smile and reached out to Levi, looking at him with a huge gaze and stars in his eyes, he loved his older brother, even though they hadn't spent much time together in the last few months and yet Miro really appreciated every time he was there. 'it was time just for the two of them. He also desperately wanted his approval and that's why he wanted to prove to him that he was good at pranks! He was ready, all he had to do was think of a target... the sons of Apollo perhaps making something disappear from their cabin? Or detonate some bombs from Ares' boys... no, he didn't want to die, Miro shuddered for a minute. He also knew that his brother had played many pranks on their sisters so no... "What do you say... about the Hermes cabin?" then he laughed when Levi commented. “Yeah, it's so fun with them, but I love them, and I don't want to make them mad,” and he chuckled a little. As he saw how Levi prepared himself and thought hard about the prank, how he worked hard to do something for himself... he smiled so much. And in no time at all, his arms were on Levi's chest, hugging him, he loved him so much.

Miro smiled when Mila laughed and stared at her fascinated, for some strange reason a feeling on his chest kept growing and the only thing he wanted was to continue hearing that laugh, he liked being with Mila, in the middle of the trees talking.. .they all had the day. With one last effort he decided to return his appearance to his natural one, he wasn't tired after using his powers but too many times in a row it tended to exhaust him. He was so happy, he was happy that fate had brought him here. "I also love fashion, yes you're right! My mother is Aphrodite, but you seem to have so many qualities that I can't say... your smile looks like that of an Apollo, but I don't think you're an Apollo..." and chuckled lightly, happy that Mila had guessed correctly. And she seemed to enjoy it when he showed her her powers, her colors brought him happiness, maybe it was the same for her. "Oh? Well t-thanks but it's nothing much anyway... anyway I'm glad you like it" and he blushed, because all this after just one compliment.... how embarrassing... fortunately immediately afterwards he asked her a question , so he removed himself from this strange situation. "Oh, it's one of my favorite books, it's about a girl trying to survive in a game... more or less" and he looked at the book, it was the only one he could find in his language, a gift that he it had been done. And then he looked into her eyes, how beautiful they were...

Miro smiled when the girl, who introduced herself as Winnie, asked him about his name, it wasn't that he didn't like revealing that he wasn't American, in fact it was quite obvious too, just... it was strange: sometimes he felt quite marginalized for this, he was happy to know that the girl didn't care, in fact, she seemed genuinely curious and interested. "Yes, you're right, I'm from Russia actually though... I haven't been back there for quite some time" and his heart dropped for a moment, some days, he missed home a lot. He touched the daisy on her fingers and came back quite happy, there was more to think about after all.... "That's a beautiful name, Winnie," and he looked at her, getting the idea of her, she looked just like a good person. "You guessed it! Again! In fact my mother is Aphrodite, well I have some really cool siblings! I love them and I love them so much, they welcomed me when I was just starting out, and then... I look good , even if I don't exploit it or believe in it as much as Levi." and he chuckled a little, thinking of his brother who he admired "But I'm also very happy because I can do things like this" and suddenly he transformed into an exact copy of Winnie and smiled ... what could he do about it? He loved doing this trick. When the breeze picked up and she put the sketch book on the ground he felt entranced by the beautiful atmosphere, and decided to ask her his question: "You're Apollo's girl, aren't you? You have very beautiful features that are easily illuminated by the sun , you would be very beautiful as a model indeed" and he smiled at her.

Miro continued to hug her, seeking comfort in Petal, who by now was considered a true friend by him, in all effects, he was grateful to her for making him feel good in such a moment, finding a friendly presence in the field that they were just his brothers and sisters, so yes, that hug was the sign of a pure friendship that had blossomed between the two of them and Miro was happy. Maybe Petal had stopped the bleeding of his bleeding and broken heart, so that then, with time and care, it could be bandaged and healed. When they broke away from her embrace he looked at her, smiled and then laughed happily, happy to feel slightly better in all that mess. "Thank you Petal… I, even though we've known each other for about half an hour, I'm so happy to have met you and to be able to call you a friend… can I right? I know love is complicated, but maybe feel it on others and trying it on the skin are two different things... if you too have love problems, come to your favorite son of Aphrodite, he owes you a favor." he smiled and gave a thumbs up to signal that he was feeling better. Then he chuckled at her comment about capture the flag and her brother Fin, he smirked, now came the fun: "Oh Petal... I can't wait to get revenge together with you! Fin will pay dearly! .... Eheh joking of course, but I gladly accept the offer and, again, thanks."

He smiled at the girl as he watched her, each demigod had particular features, perhaps small but which could make it clear that he was their divine parent and the girl's smile, so bright, her beautiful blond hair combined with a certain love and talent in art made him say Apollo. The girl was the daughter of Apollo, the sun always seemed to illuminate her face. He chuckled a little at his comment, the sounds of the swords could be heard clearly, muffled though, "You're right, I don't want to train today either, as soon as I saw the sky I realized the gods would punish me if I didn't start drawing ", ran his hand through his hair to push it back and then, following the girl's invitation, he sat down on the grass next to her and absently ran his hands over the blades of grass. He then took a look at the sketch of the girl and smiled softly. He looked at her "Here I am!" she was happy that someone else had found this place, it was truly magical for him and she didn't mind sharing in moments like that. "I'm Miro, my pleasure! Well Miroslaw actually but Miro is shorter. And you?"

When Miro woke up he had decided that he would not participate in training, he didn't want to, and when he saw the sky that day his decision became more convinced. It was too beautiful a color not to spend a whole day drawing it, taking it at different times, that sky brought joy, and Miro smiled, dressed quickly, always remaining fashionable and tidy, took his materials and his sketchbook and he didn't even have time to comb his hair when he was already out. He chuckled to himself, these days he didn't comb his hair yet his hair was perfect and without knots, tricks of the trade? He ventured into the forest, to a quiet and peaceful place that he usually used to relax by himself, the place where he had met Mila… he blushed. You could hear the swords clanking from there but that wouldn't have been a problem, his foot casually hit a bush which made the sounds of nature more magical, when he got there though, he found a girl who, from what you could see, he had had his own idea. He smiled and looked at the drawing beginning she was doing, she was talented. "Are you here too drawing such a beautiful day? Your drawing isn't bad" and he smiled sincerely at the girl who seemed to be the same age as his.

Miro smiled very happy when he saw Levi already prepared in his room, he didn't want to wait, this day was just him and his brother and he wanted to spend it all, not wasting even a minute. He sheepishly thanked Levi when he ushered him through the door first, chuckling at the fact that he should "lead the way", he watched in admiration as they arrived at the exit of their cabin. He widened his eyes: "Can... I decide? Really? Well I know you like to play jokes and you're good too so.... would you like to have some fun with me? But in short, you can also decide..." he turned around his thumbs embarrassed as he said it, he didn't want Levi to do something he didn't like because of him. He just wanted to have fun with his brother, have a nice day with him and blushed a little at Levi's compliment. "Hey... I'm also super happy at the idea of spending some time with you, alone, me and my big brother!" and he smiled at him.

Miro continued to look at her fascinated, of course, it came from a relationship that ended badly for him but he knew how to recognize beauty when he saw it but also something else besides that, Mila was kind and above all friendly, their conversation was expanding and Miro was simply happy to having met her. At the moment his book in Russian seemed to matter less. She was so sweet and he had an eye for her clothes too, she was super trendy! It is clear that she liked to dress well. He kept giggling seeing that she did too, her laughter was so contagious and he smiled: "Well, yeah I think so…at least I don't have to queue in my sisters' rooms to get my hair done every morning, I swear… .". He saw that his little trick impressed her and he smiled, he really liked doing it and especially making people laugh with it, she shook his hair back to normal, making his bright colors fade slightly. They came back jet black. He blushed slightly at her compliment, "Well thanks, and it wouldn't look bad on you either you know? Is there another color you like? Yellow maybe?" and his eyes turned a bright yellow amber. "Green?" and his hair changed again. "Or maybe... do you like purple?" turning his irises bright purple. Then he ran a hand across his forehead.... "Mila? What a great name! You're the first person named Mila that I know, well...not that I know many people of course....but I enjoy the time we're having together, you're nice. Would you like to sit down?" and he nodded towards her, inviting her to sit next to him.

Miro was happy that his brother Levi had asked him to spend some time together, he certainly liked his sisters but, at times, he felt a little lonely, without a point of reference, he had already spent some quality time with his brother sure, but it had been a long time and he missed being with him. When Levi asked him he went mad with joy and started thinking of different things to do, he was mostly a quiet person but his siblings knew that sometimes he likes to amuse himself by causing trouble. He chuckled at the thought as he knocked on his brother's room, it was like his, only it showed more years of use. "Ready to go out?" he couldn't wait for the day to begin. He himself had dressed well, like a self-respecting son of Aphrodite, had good taste in fashion but his wardrobe had also been greatly expanded by his sisters. He had fun with them, but with Levi the situation was different, he was a role model for him.... he wanted to spend some bro-time.

Miro stood in front of her as he waited for her answer, so close he could feel her breath on his neck, he was a little scared actually that she didn't like it....although he heard how she kissed him back. .. or that she thought someone else had given it to her. As he saw her lost in thoughts of her she licked his lips briefly, lost in the memory of hers, it wasn't his first kiss but, even if it was just a game and probably Mila didn't reciprocate his crush, it had been the best he had ever had. She kissed well…her lips soft and… when he heard her talking about him he froze, her voice was slow and he worked out each word. Miro heard his own name come out of her mouth and instinctively hugged her, whispering "You guessed right Mila" and smiled so much. He then remembered that everyone was watching them, a little demeanor Miroslaw. He pulled away from the hug and then took off her blindfold, giving her another smile, just for her, he didn't say 'our kiss was amazing, I hope we'll do it again soon' but he thought so, yes. Then he stood up, this time wanting to see everyone's reactions, and walked back to his sister, proud.

Miro kept looking distractedly between Evelyn and the room, still... he still couldn't believe he was there, he felt free, all these feelings seemed somehow new to him. He woke up from his thoughts and looked at his sister, he would always be grateful to her for making him so comfortable in a new place, he was at peace with himself and was fine with others, he and his sister had a lot in common as far as apparently… and not just because of their shared mother. "Perfect then, expect that, with time, this house will become a magical place, heaven or hell I won't be able to tell you, but it will surely be different and I will like it" and he giggled, his laugh was clear and crystalline because he was at ease and he was fine. He continued to laugh at her wink and ran his hand over the sheet feeling the textures and weaves of it. "Yeah, all yours now" Evelyn was interested in stories and wanted to know hers, it was clear, why not give her ... pieces? And then ask for pieces in return? It was a game and they were playing. "My favorite story? Mine of course... and this relates to your second question, I may have swum here from Russia.... running away from the ghosts of my past and looking for freedom and a real life, I'm i arrived in new york not knowing i was a demigod and i lived there until i came to camp i like stories, chess and freedom....i want everyone to get love as i didn't get the chance. And you, Evelyn? Why do you love stories? What do you like about them? Did you get the answer you were waiting for from me?" and he smiled at her, they were playing and thus strengthening their connection… Miro felt comfortable sharing pieces of his story with his sister.

Miro was sitting next to Novalie the whole time, marveling at what came out of Tempest's mouth, the girl could be very mean, and the fact that Mila was her sister didn't change anything. But Miro was blushing because although he had come here to get over Elena, he was developing a crush on a certain girl....they had only seen each other a few times but....would this be the right time? No one got up, it was his time. He kept looking at Mila in the center and didn't give a single glance to the others, he knew that if he did he would lose all the trust he had. He got up and walked over to Mila, the fact that she was blindfolded helped, she got closer and closer until their noses touched, he kissed her and his heart fluttered with joy, it was his only attempt to win her secretly, so he made the kiss last quite a while, he knew he good at it and the one in front of him was Mila, his maybe-secret crush. Then he stopped, and their lips parted, he stood in front of her, waiting for her reaction.

Miro had stopped crying, Petal was in front of him and didn't want to show himself like that, he was kind and didn't want to complicate her work. He already felt like she was doing enough, they had never spoken and this is possibly the worst first meeting ever. His eyes snapped open when he learned from her that Fin was her brother but… in the end… they both had Iris features, he was a fool not to notice before she. But he sketched a smile, he was happy that she, despite her brother being part of the problem, had come and continued to comfort him. "He was upset too, or so it seemed to me, I don't think he did it on purpose, it's my fault…Elena had mentioned it when we were alone, he's her true love and I'm just a little crush…maybe ...". He winced at the feeling of something on her shoulder but then quickly recovered realizing it was Petal's hand, he took it and held it for a moment, just seeking comfort…he had always been hungry for touch and he was ashamed of it. "I... I admire my brothers, it's true, I'm not like them but I envy the fact that they need time to become attached to people close to them, instead I get attached and then I feel bad about it, but you're right, we're all different" he looked into her eyes and then hugged her quickly, remaining attached with his head in the crook of her neck, it was nothing romantic only, he thanked her for being a sincere friend, it's true, this was the first time they spoke to each other calm, by themselves, but Petal turned out to be the most understanding person I'd ever met and it wasn't just about her communication skills. "Thanks, thanks, thanks Petal" and he continued his litany of sincere thanks.

Miro smiled when the girl approached him, she was really pretty and he liked her long chocolate brown hair, she was dressed in fashion and this pleased him, being a son of Aphrodite he was pleasantly impressed by people with a very good dress sense . He had never seen her and she wasn't one of his sisters, he was curious, then he chuckled when she asked about his hair "Ah? These rascals? I fixed it with my hand first, but usually I wake up like this... for a When I don't have a comb with me..." he looked into her eyes, brown but another shade from her hair, deeper and warmer. He wanted to make her laugh a little, he didn't know why about her, so he ran a hand through his hair and it turned red and dark pink, coordinating with his jacket "Is it prettier like this?". He liked the girl and the conversation starter they were having so he gladly continued, "Yours are very beautiful too... by the way, I'm Miroslaw, or Miro" and he smiled again.

Miro, after all the messes in his life and some kind of heartbreak, just wanted to rest and think about fun, which seemed more and more distant to him in those summer days. He left his cabin early in the morning with book in hand, heading towards the borders and feeling free with the wind in his raven hair that he let with his hands, always wanting to be fine if he met someone during the journey. He cared a lot about his appearance and didn't know if it was his personality trait or inherited from his mother but he was proud of it. He whistled as he reached his quiet place, slightly outside the confines of the field with a beautiful view of Thalia's tree, that place had always fascinated him, he felt at one with nature and the animals of the woods and felt free, he had sought freedom all his life and perhaps he had found it in the field. He kept projecting happiness and smiling as he opened the book, it was a particular book because it was in Russian, one of the first things he bought in New York and managed to find, he no longer had the possibility to use his native language and he missed that fact so that book was a nice surprise and always put him in a good mood, even though the story wasn't cheerful. He was lost between the pages when he saw a girl walking by, he had never seen her before and she seemed to pass right in front of him, blocking the sun by the pine tree.