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John Denver - Rocky Mountain High

#* ｡ ･ you look like an angel ; walk like an angel ; talk like an angel / radio. #YEAH

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pynkmin !

By daytime, the dining pavilion would be brimming with life, laughter and chatter dancing around every marble column. Once Night casts her darkness upon Camp Half-Blood and the campers take refuge in their cabins, a peaceful silence befalls the area, disturbed only by the sea waves crashing against the hill; bathed in moonlight, it looks otherworldly. 

Min usually prefers to enjoy the peace by themself, but slipping into the blanket with Andromeda–quick to leech off her warmth–was almost reminiscent of winter nights spent huddled against their mother, blanket draped over their shoulders as they waited for their homemade treats to bake. Perhaps they could ask Andromeda to join them in the kitchen some time…

Suffice to say, they realize they don’t mind their sister’s company.

It seems, however, that their companion for the night has her mind wandering far away from this silent hill. With a playful poke to her forehead they ask, “What’s got your face all scrunched up?” 

   she doesn’t realize she’s been quiet until min issues a poke to her forehead.  andromeda recoils slightly at the touch with a laugh,  shaking off the gesture.     “ y’know --- ”     she begins,  leaning back to regard min.  her head nods,  as if the answer to the other’s question was obvious,  maybe even right in front of them.     “ stuff. ”     

   lips purse momentarily --- she’s never been a great liar ;  she doesn’t even try at this point,  and the lack of practice is apparent.  transparency was something that was highly valued in the presley house - hold and andromeda doesn’t think that’s something she should be ashamed of,  even if it is extremely inconvenient.

   “ i dunno,  lots of stuff. ”     her knuckles give her forehead a rap.     “ this baby can hold so much shit,  including but not limited to stress,  anxiety,  and hellish sleep patterns. ”

#pynkmin

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novagallo​!

tagging:  andromeda  ( @andromedapresley​ ) location:  canoe  lake.

with  the  chill  in  the  air  and  frost  painting  the  grass,  it’s  hardly appropriate  weather  for  canoeing.  in  fact,  you  could  argue  that  he’d  be  better  off  squirrelled  away  somewhere  inside  under  a  thick  duvet,  or  warming  his  hands  by  the  fire.   yet  by  his  estimation,  if  it’s  not  so cold  he  can’t  think  straight,  there’s  no  better  time  than  the  present.   his  canoe  never  hits  the  water  however,  not  when  he  sees  a  familiar  face  coming  around  the  bend.  even  now,  so  long  separated  from  how  he  used  to  feel  and  how  he  currently  feels,  he  can’t  help  but  falter.   his  fingers  fumble;  they  drop  the  side  of  the  canoe  he  was  holding,  smacking  hard  against  his  toes  as  he  curses.  for  fuck’s  sake.   “  you  should  consider  wearing  a  bell.  in  case  you’re  trying  to  give  people  heart  attacks. ”   the  words  come  out  sharper  than  he  might  have  intended,  the  throbbing  in  his  foot  a  welcome  distraction.  “  if  you’re  here  to  shove  me  in  again,  give  me  a  five  minute  warning  so  i  can  save  my  phone. ”

   andromeda always stubbornly refuses to accept the colder seasons being ushered in.  fall typically meant the end of camp and her return to a bustling farming season ;  she put up one hell of a fight when delilah presley said she could handle it without the daughter of demeter’s help this year.   (  it’s a bold - faced lie,  considering andromeda is ninety percent of the reason the farm runs smoothly,  and she hates leaving her step - mother there to do all the work alone.  )   staying at camp isn’t a punishment by any means,  but she’d rather not be here right now,  and willfully refusing to accept the seasons is her way of upholding some kind of normalcy.  

   “ i’ve got no intentions of shoving you in,  ‘specially since that’s not how it went the first time anyway. ”     she’s lax in her volley back to him,  thumbs sticking out of her jean pockets.  his tonality makes her smile ---- not a malicious one,  not one born of anger or amusement,  but a genuine smile.   (  she’s always found a certain amount of entertainment in his quips ;  it was easy to slip back into old habits.  )    she nods at the canoe,  of which has already been regarded with his swearing.     “ y’alright there ? ”     

#novagallo

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stupvdlve​ ! 

    he  doesn’t  go  around  PARADING  his  sleep  problems.  one  because  that  seems  like  an  odd  thing  to  be  proud  of.  (  there’s  no  gold  medal  for  insomnia  but  even  then  he’d  still  have  a  few  people  to  contend with.  )  two  because  he’s  somewhat  resistant  to  everyone  knowing.  he  may  have  successfully  assimilated  himself  into  the  food  chain  as  the  CLASS  CLOWN,  the  good  time,  the  one  you  go  to  HAVE  RECKLESS  FUN.  but  that  doesn’t  leave  much  room  for  sincerity.  with  the  exception  of  a  few  people,  of  course.  he  comes  to  take  a  heavy  seat  with  her,  partially  due  to  his  gait  (  lazy  and  almost  clumsy  at  this  time  of  night  )  and  his  exhaustion  permeating  the  interaction  anyway.       he  could  go  and  find  brook,  but  on  the  odd  chance  she’s  actually  managed  to  fall  asleep,  he  doesn’t  want  to  risk  waking  her.  she  wouldn’t  mind,  but  he  definitely  would.  and  then  he’d  have  another  reason  to  lose  sleep  until  the  sun  started  to  rise  and  his  eventually  took  him  for  a  desperate  but  short  -  lived  spell.  “  not  tonight.  ”  not  the  whole  truth  but  he’s  not  in  court.  “  you  okay?  ”  if  anything,  he  could  OFFSET  it  and  discuss  the  fact  his  face  is  still  healing  from  THE  INCIDENT.  

   there are a few up - sides to sleep - walking.  andromeda doesn’t mind waking up in odd places ;  she doesn’t usually make it far before tripping over rocks,  paths,  or her own feet,  but she finds enjoyment in the game of russian roulette that determined where she’d end up.   (  there were the rare lucky times that she had made it all the way to the subconscious desired destination,  usually to the cabin of someone of comfort.  )   it’s always interesting to see who else is awake --- not for the sake of being prying or intrusive,  but because she found some small amount of selfish solace in knowing she wasn’t alone at this ungodly hour. 

   so his company is greatly appreciated.  she angles herself slightly in his direction,  as if resolving to welcome him into the sleepless - demigod - club conversation.     “ yeah,  yeah ---- i’m good,  i guess it just got . . . stuffy in the cabin. ”     a fleeting cringe flies through her features at the white lie ---- it’s quite literally impossible for the demeter cabin to get stuffy,  but the words are as transparent as they are false.     “ what about you ? ”

#stupvdlve

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#* ｡ ･ if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain / musing.

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#* ｡ ･ when a flower grows wild it can always survive / home.

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necrmnce​ !

       .・。.・゜☆ .・☾   all  things  considered ,  brooklyn  had  slept  surprisingly  well  the  night  before .  she  actually  felt  good  the  next  day ,  no  thanks  to  the  wine  she  had  the  previous  night ,  but  all  thanks  to  the  very  distraught  dirty  blonde  groaning  at  the  table  next  to  her .  she  slowly  takes  another  bite  of  french  toast ,  watching  andromeda  with  wide  eyes .  “ you  kissed  someone  for  that ? ”  brook  asks ,  the  disbelief  dripping  from  her  voice .  things  hadn’t  been  completely fixed ,  there  was  more  that  needed  to  be  said ,  but  the  information  brooklyn  truth  dumped  the  night  before  had  strangely  cleared  a  large  portion  of  the  difficult  tension  that  usually  filled  the  space  between  them  two .  now  if  it  would  remain  that  way  once  brook  revealed  she  had  still  been  in  contact  with  link  as  a  ghost  remained  to  be  seen .  however ,  she  would  take  advantage  of  the  situation  while  she  could .  “ i’m  sure  mr. d  wouldn’t  want  to  share  with  anyone  again . ”  she  smiles ,  holding  up  a  piece  of  fruit  to  andy , “ grape ? ”  

   a soft laugh escapes at brooklyn’s quizzical exclamation,  and andromeda rolls her head so one cheek is against the table.     “ yeah --- i didn’t really think that one through,  considering both abel and lonnie are over twenty - one,  but hey,  girl’s gotta eat,  right ? ”     that isn’t exactly the right use of that expression,  she’s well aware,  but it’s good enough for her right now.  all things considered,  her head doesn’t feel like it’s being split open with a scythe or pounding like a swat team is trying to break in as she had predicted it would,  so she’s willing to consider this a win.  it feels good to have playful banter with brook again --- it feels the same as all those years ago,  when andromeda would channel every ounce of stealth into flicking a piece of bacon across the dining pavilion at brook.  they’ve lost that child - like ease since,  but it was a relief to have back some semblance of their friendship ---- even if that means some of the weight shifts from brooklyn’s chest to the pit of andromeda’s stomach :  she’ll take it.   (  if she thinks too hard about jesse and link and brook,  everything gets muddled together and the uneasiness returns,  so she forces it out of her mind with everything in her.  )     “ as long as it’s not fermented,  yes please. ”

#necrmnce

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divineviictory !

he can see the short battle play out on andromeda’s face before manners win out, those really do seem to be inconvenient and alex is glad he doesn’t worry about them half the time. it’s not that he has a constant need to be a dick to her, at the moment he was actually feeling pretty mellow like he often does so late at night. in fact, he probably cares about andromeda more than he does most people, even if it’s mostly for the sake of their mutual friend. it’s just easier to slip into familiar roles. that way when he is feeling in a particularly needling mood, nothing has changed. 

❝ well, couldn’t sleep as you so astutely observed. so i was going to go on a run. usually clears my head and i figured it might make me tired enough to go back to bed, but if not, at least i’m already warmed up for some training. ❞ alex knew that he didn’t have a monopoly on sleeping problems at chb, at least he didn’t have nightmares waking him every night, those only came once in a while.  ❝ want to join me? we don’t have to make it a race or anything. ❞  ( it wasn’t often worth it to win a foot race anymore, considering children of nike were the fastest in camp. )  ❝ we could even spar if you wanted a distraction too.  ❞ 

   “ it’s,  like --- ”     she frowns,  looking down at the imaginary watch on her wrist,  then up at the sky,  which remains dark with no signs of letting up any time soon.     “ not even the ass - crack of dawn ;  for your sake,  i hope that run tires you out enough to crash.  i wouldn’t wanna be up for another five hours,  jus’ waitin’ for everyone else. ”     her tone isn’t rude ---- no,  it’s too late at night to be rude,  but it’s as short and blunt as it always is with him in particular.   (  maybe the tone is reserved just for him,  considering the very small percentage of demigods that don’t receive her unvarying kind regards.  then again,  everyone else was rather diligent in their regards to a sixteen year old post - quest - andromeda when pointing out her fragility all those years ago after coming home with brooklyn,  one man down.  )   

  her eyebrows raise in question and she adopts a slight grimace.     “ yes,  me ‘n my -- ”     she flaps her arms,  the thin blanket making waving with the gesture.     “ -- me ‘n my crocs and sheet versus you.  i think i’ll pass on this one,  if’ya don’t mind. ”     

#divineviictory

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avalonbalinor !

      “target  practice?”  avalon  scoffed,  “i’m  not  looking  to  be  productive,  andi,  who  do  you  think  i  am?  i’m  looking  to  have  a  good  time.  besides,  oh  wonderous  archer,  we’re  both  already  outstanding  shots   –   you  with  your  aversion  to  close-range  weapons  and  me  with  my   …   well,  daughter-of-apollo-ness.  however,  there  is  beautiful  sunshine,”  she gestured towards  the sky  where  her  father’s  chariot  had  flown  overhead  and  left  behind  beams  of  light  and wonderful  warmth,  “and  a  lake  calling  our  names   –   don’t  you  hear  it?  andi   …   lonnie   …  dive  into  my  depths   …”  to  accompany  her  dramatics,  avalon  placed  her  hand  on  to  andromeda’s  shoulder,  turning the  daughter  of  demeter  in  the  direction  of  the  lake.  “we  have  nyads  to  make  friends  with   …   and potentially  flirt  with.  we’ll  see  how  it  goes,  the  day  is  young.”

  “ of course you’re not. ”     she feigns annoyance once more,  head thrown back in faux exasperation with the other blonde.     “ we’d be too powerful if we were both being productive at the same time, camp would implode or somethin’. ”     it was always nice to hear avalon venture off on some theatrical tangent like this —- it was familiar and comforting and normal.   (  it seemed plausible,  as hard as it is for andromeda to admit,  that there was a possibility she just has a soft spot for apollo kids.  link had that same spirit in him:  it felt like home.  he felt like home -- past tense.  lonnie feels like home -- present tense.  )   she makes no effort to stop avalon in steering her in the direction of the water,  and andromeda finds it impossible to suppress the smile tugging at her lips at the offer.   “ okay,  okay,  you win !  but we gotta go back ‘n get my swim - suit,  ‘cause this is a new bra and i’m not lettin’ it get ruined just ‘cause you wanna take a dip in the water. ”

#avalonbalinor

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the brat brigade: as tumblr posts.

(  @avalonbalinor / @necrmnce​  )

#avalonbalinor #necrmnce #* ｡ ･ the night is young and the music’s high / brat brigade. #* ｡ ･ mine. #i.... have nothing more 2 say

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rvckets​ !     

                          sleep   doesn’t   come   easy   to   autumn,   finding   SOLACE   in   the   fact   she’s   in   an   empty   nemesis   cabin.   it   makes   it   easier   when   she   wakes   up   in   the   middle   of   night   gasping   for   air   desperately   after   a   NIGHTMARE.   it   was   easier   to   collect   herself   and   roll   out   of   bed,   stepping   out   of   the   cabin   to   walk   aimlessly   around   the   camp.   it   never   does   the   job   of   clearing   her   head,   but   it   makes   her   exhausted   enough   to   fall   into   an   uninterrupted   slumber   when   she   goes   back.   now   was   one   of   those   times   she   dragged   her   feet   around   camp,   somehow   coming   to   a   stop   outside   the   dining   pavilion   and   seeing   andromeda.

                          “can’t   sleep.”   autumn   offers,   taking   a   seat   beside   the   other   demigod   despite   no   invitation   being   given   for   her   to   do   so.   “i’m   guessing   since   you’re   out   here   so   late   at   night,   you   can’t   sleep   either.”

  “ yeah.  you’d think we’d sleep better with the amount of training,  an’ yet . . . ”     she trails off.  andromeda has never been one for sparring,  although she’s sure it would sap her energy the quickest.  even before the war,  something about being in someone’s personal space with a deadly weapon didn’t sit right with her.   (  if she was going to hurt someone,  it was going to be from afar,  where she couldn’t hear their anguish or smell their blood.  )   maybe she should take up running or actually swim beyond the beach ----- but both of those options seem as unlikely as they are practical.  

   it’s only the first night of interrupted sleep this week,  so she can’t exactly blame anything outlandish ideas on exhaustion,  much to her dismay.     “ sometimes i wish ---------------- if i asked you to knock me out,  would’ya do it ?  like,  full on knock out,  blow to the head,  the whole deal ? ”

#blood tw #rvckets #why #why is this her first thought

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wcvelength​ !         

                         besides   thinking   she   was   a   mermaid   for   years,   fernanda   also   believed   she   was   possibly   part   owl   too.   while   she   loves   the   SUNSHINE   and   soaking   in   every   ray   the   sun   shines   her   way,   but   there’s   something   about   the   night   time   that   relaxes   her   too.   maybe   she   has   no   preference,   adores   the   sky   at   any   form   and   any   time.   fernanda   is   awake   at   night   and   awake   throughout   the   day,   accepting   her   fate   of   never   getting   the   proper   amount   of   sleep   for   the   rest   of   her   life.   she   finds   something   SERENE   about   the   camp   after   dark,   the   majority   of   the   demigods   off   to   their   cabins   or   off   to   sleep   until   the   next   day.   it’s   even   better   when   she   finds   another   demigod   to   keep   her   company.

                         “nope.   can’t   sleep.”   fernanda   confirms,   taking   a   seat   beside   andromeda   with   a   soft   smile   gracing   her   features.   “what   about   you,   andy?   can’t   sleep   either?   everything   alright   back   at   cabin   four   or   around   camp?”

   “ i — i sleep,  i just don’t always stay asleep. ”     it’s easy to admit the surface problem.  that much of the situation was obvious and simple and on display.  she isn’t a private person, necessarily — not when she wears her heart on her sleeve and doesn’t bat an eyelash when someone points out how loudly it beats.  but that was her heart, and this is regarding her mind — that needed to be guarded.   (  it was tireless and full of concerns for other people rather than herself.  )   her heart might be proudly displayed for all to see,  but that didn’t mean her mind was held in a glass box like a damn zoo animal.  she isn’t the brightest flower in the field or the sharpest tool in the shed but andromeda prefers to keep her thoughts to herself when she hasn’t exactly sorted them herself.   (  it isn’t for lack of trust in fernanda — no, it’s quite the opposite.  it’s preservation for the other’s sake.  she’s well aware fernanda has no ill intentions in her question,  otherwise it wouldn’t have been posed in the first place. there’s plenty on her mind, the events of hecstomb still swirling around like a horrible plague,  but she’s perfectly fine keeping it to herself for a while.  perfectly fine. )

    the sheet is pulled tighter around her,  as if that would be the glue that kept everything in.     “ guess y’could say i’ve got a sleep - walking problem.  the harpies haven’t picked me clean yet so it’s all good,  but that’s still tentative. ”     she offers a fleeting smile before bumping fernanda’s shoulder.     “ what’s got you up so late ? ”

#wcvelength

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It’s okay.

#* ｡ ･ i want to be the girl in the movies ; the girl that seldom loses / wishlist.

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#* ｡ ･ if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain / musing.

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#🤡✌🏼 #* ｡ ･ if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain / musing.

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pynkmin​ !          

Every part of Min’s day is perfectly planned, a routine they rarely break away from–the thread with which they hang on to their sanity. Once the sun sets and every item on their to-do list is checked off, they usually head towards the kitchen, prepare a cup of chamomile tea, and then allow the cool night breeze to lull them into a sleepy haze before they return to their cabin.

Andromeda found herself a snug place within that routine. It wasn’t even intentional; for as long as they’ve been in the Hermes cabin, they regarded their claimed siblings with a restrained bitterness. After they moved to the Demeter cabin, Min’s protective instinct acknowledged their new family before they did, and so following their sleepwalking sister to ensure her safety became habit before they felt like they truly belonged.

“I was just on my way back from the kitchen.” Min hands her the extra cup of tea they prepared in case they find her before she sleeps off in another peculiar place. “Are you alright? If you’d rather be by yourself, just make sure you’re back before the harpies are out.”

   the tea is welcomed with outstretched hands,  as if she already knew this was coming.  she takes a sip,  suddenly aware of the slight chill in the air.     “ no !  i,  uh,  you ----- y’don’t have’ta go if you don’t wanna. ”

   she loves her siblings —- she really does,  but part of andromeda always wonders if they only endure her.  she doesn’t want their relationship to be based on tolerance alone, and andromeda prays it isn’t,  but she’s thankful for the tolerance they do allot her.   (  considering the small handful of bad break - ups that led to the customary demeter cabin greenery being completely decimated,  she’s just glad they haven’t made her sleep in the forest yet.  )   they care for each other,  yes,  but andromeda wonders when they’ll be fed up with her —- with the elvis record she insists on playing every morning,  with the impromptu dancing while they’re working in the fields, with the quiet tears from nightmares in the middle of the night. when is she going to be too much for them to live with ?  

   min is no exception to those wandering thoughts, especially considering her sibling’s habit of babysitting their sleep - walking sister.   (  no one’s had to fish her out of the water or anything ; andromeda considers that a win so far.  )   she hops over on the bench to make room for min in the blanket.     “ wanna sit for a while ? ”     

#pynkmin #BIG agree

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divineviictory !        

tired as he usually is given that his days are filled to the brim with physical activity, alex can’t always sleep. sometimes he gets about four hours before waking up feeling restless, and he’s learned by now that tossing and turning is a waste of time. so on most of those nights, like this one, he’d sneak in some extra training, taking care to avoid the harpies. he’d just gotten a snack before heading back out to make his way to the arena for a run when he saw andromeda. thinking back, alex doesn’t think he’s ever actually been alone with andromeda. before, avalon had always been there to buffer, and now, he had no real reason to talk to her. especially since she seemed to be avoiding him since the last time they spoke. 

it wasn’t his fault that he’d noticed her change after the quest, if she didn’t want to talk about it then maybe she shouldn’t make it so obvious. at this rate she’d be avoiding half the camp soon. but she had been right, it was really none of his business and he didn’t really care in the first place, he’d just been trying to be nice for once. ❝ nope. but it kind of looks like you were. everything alright there, andromeda? ❞ the knowing smirk isn’t really something he can help, but the obvious tease to his tone was intentional.

     if you don’t have anything nice to say,  don’t say it.  her step - mom drilled that saying into her head at such a young age that they might as well have been her first words.  that sentiment is the hill she’ll die on --- and unfortunately,  it seemed the list of people intent on making sure that was how she went out was growing.   

   she doesn’t hate alex.  no,  it’s far from it --- she admires him.  but that doesn’t cancel out the fact that he asked too many questions about things that he had no concern in,  no control over,  and no input for.  andromeda doesn’t care for nosy people ----- could he even be called nosy ?  she doesn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.  but ultimately,  the southern hospitality ingrained in her wins over the desire to trudge off and ask the harpies to pick her clean.  she inhales an exaggerated sigh -- for theatrics sake,  of course -- and turns in her seat to face him a bit more.    “ hey,  alex,  ‘s great seein’ you at this time’a night.  what’cha up to ? ”     

#divineviictory