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[yourfirstsnow]

Snow was stumped for sure. The pegasi ride wasn’t enough shell shock to prepare him for what was actually considered a routine combat practice among centaurs. His mind wandered all avenues as he tried to decide how these beings could actually be real, how the physiology worked, and how... other things worked too. Yet, it was all right there before his eyes, the bounding and rippling of a horses gleaming fur stretching out as the man above flexed and swooped in perfect, effortless, cadence.

After focusing so closely, Mako’s company left Snow blinking twice. Something... normal, but all at once nothing was normal about the guy before him. Still, he took comfort in mirroring his own anatomy again, though he knew not all of their anatomy would match up quite as exact. There was still comfort in that mystery. Snow tried to ditch his dumb fascination and put on a brave grin instead. This wasn’t a big deal. ”Yeah, I’m new to this block.” Funny or awkward? Snow’s smirk gleamed more naturally and his patient hazel stare sparked in intrigue. “... The welcoming committee. Really? Well... where do you like to start? ‘the name’s Snow, by the way.”

new faces. that was the one constant of camp. the demigods had stayed the same for whatever reason in the twelve years that he’s been at camp, there has been a constant influc of new faces and somehow they disappeared leaving a minority of true denizens of camp. mako being one of them and so he could spot a new face out of the crowd like it was breathing. the taller man seemed out of place, that was always another sign as well. “ you new here? you look like you could use a little help getting around. i’m mako, the welcome committee! ”

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#xmako

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Snow was embarrassed. The camp grounds were simple, but for a man who called a grand city home the fantastical elements were almost easier to understand. Even with hills and mountains in the distance, trees and forest, the world here felt too flat. Snow might say he entered this enchanted meadow to gain a better vantage point, but he really was just blindly wandering into the unknown. Not such a good idea for a man who knew not every allyway, or riverbend, would reveal a welcoming crowd.

The man before him seemed entirely different from the other men and creatures he’d seen today. The colored hair, the glowing insect that floated with far more grace than any moth he’d ever come across, had Snow’s heart skipping a beat in that all too familiar way. Was this person a potential threat? Wren opened with an apology... words seldom heard on cold Brooklyn streets. “’think it’s the other way around.” Snow huffs a disdainful chuckle reserved for himself and rubs the back of his head. Yeah, embarrassed.

“I’ll get out of your hair.” Common turn of phrase, but maybe he was still too focused on Wren’s hair. “‘never been much of a gardener.” Plus, Wren seemed to be in the middle of something important with his... friend. “’don’t think public parks count.”

S N O W ⌛

Waist deep in the garden where sage stalks twisted up past Wren’s belt loops, stood the son of Asteria tilting up a glances at his familiar. To the untrained eye you’d see a colored hair boy, basket filled with herb trimmings, while having a full blown conversation with the lunar moth —

“Do you not think I know I have to be careful…” sounding almost like an argument, “I really don’t want to talk about it more Sinny, I haven’t made up my mind because I don’t have the thoughts to work things out besides sh—” he stops himself feeling a presence with-in the garden. Quickly shooting his familiar to play among the petals…

 “Sorry if I’m in your way, I just need a few more stalks.” he turns to face the man, then with surprise didn’t recognize him.

#xwren

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Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

Sade Andria Zabala (via deeplifequotes)

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To stumble upon a vision quite like this was only another jarring reminder that Snow wasn’t in Kansas anymore. That much should have been apparent, he’d agreed to come here after all, but part of his mind still believed it all to be some fantastical anxiety dream. Funny enough, what made this set up most difficult to believe were the amount of well worn, thick, text books stacked all around the seemingly peaceful man. Then the guy whispered in tongues.

“What’s that mean?” Snow asked, eloquently as his laxed Brooklyn accent could muster. Honey hazel eyes picked apart the entire cottage-corey display, filled more with a sense of ignorance than judgement.

The last few weeks have been quiet in Viorel’s room.

There were no sounds of near-silent tapping of claws against the wood floor, nor shuffling of sheets and papers at a desk. A light was left untouched the whole time, almost forming dust in its neglect. Where was he, the healer and dog? He wasn’t in Voithos, nor Pali. He wasn’t in Aspida where the tanks forged their skin in steel and unwavering grit. He was away in the forest that reminded him of his childhood. There was no home for him to claim just yet; not even Romania, his motherland, was home. 

He had brought his bedroll and a tent, a few textbooks with a lantern and writing supplies, to tide himself over. Viorel sat in his tent studying high school physics with a dog-eared  Întâmplări în irealitatea imediată accompanied by a well-worn dictionary. The demi was quiet, studious, in the early morning light when Sorin made a low, rumbling growl. “Ce este?” he whispered under his breath for the shepherd to hear. 

#xviorel

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“I am tired of being a ghost, (…). I am tired of being a mystery. I want to take form, to appear, and one only gains visibility by action.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

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Tapestry of sculptures, II.

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JOEL KINNAMAN in In Treatment Season 4 Ep. 4

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JOEL KINNAMAN in In Treatment Season 4 Ep. 5

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dextercosta​:

Surprised by the answer, Dexter’s face showcased a pleased look to know that Snow was the one who would take the blame, his large forearms now holding himself close while the smoky plumes of the fire began to spread further from the flames. “ Forget about it, Snow, alright? ” He would showcase kindness, a nod as his hands returned to the spoon as he continued to stir the soup. 

“ This place is fuckin’ stressful. Let’s just move on and be there for one another like we promised before this whole mess. ” As a gesture of good will, he ladled a serving of soup into a bowl before offering it to the man. “ Sounds good? ”

Tension seemed to wash off Snow’s shoulders the moment Dexter gave an answer in return. It was good to finally have the matter done and over with. What happened... Snow didn’t want it to get in the way of what he and Dexter had. Whatever it was. They had shit to do. “Thanks for understanding.” Maybe he wasn’t the only guy who felt a touch overwhelmed. Out of his comfort zone.

Though he’d eaten a moment ago, it had just been a motion--an action of need more than want. Taking hold of Dexter’s fresh bowl of stew, Snow actually felt genuine hunger again. Subtle salivating at the back of his tongue. “Yeah... ‘sounds amazing.” He smiled to Dexter, seeming himself again. His gaze had a difficult time pulling away from the son of Hades for a moment, but soon enough he was lifting his spoon and waiting for the intense heat to waft off before taking a nourishing bite. The haunting river before them remained eerie as ever, but Snow was able to see past the dread now. Finally. “So... do you feel connected to this place? At all?”

#xdexter

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Snow was surprised at the scene he’d stumbled upon, but supposed he shouldn’t be. The adrenaline was still quaking in his nerves, the son of Artemis, who’d been in a monster’s mouth just minutes ago, was just as filthy after that battle. Yet, he hadn’t really registered it. There were more pressing matters, and the Underworld was so nasty he had no doubt they’d fall into something else the moment they stepped away from camp again.

Packed vegetable stew in hand, Snow approached, uncertain if Josh would accept the friendly offer. “Hey, brought this for you... ‘case you need it.” He smirked. Enough had been said already in regards to their first quest together. Josh was a complete beast. Snow just had to ask, “Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

No matter how tired he was, there was absolutely no way that Josh was going to sleep in this saliva and gore. Grabbing a couple of pieces of cloth that he’d found lying about, the son of Ares crawled into his tent. He took off his shirt, his chain shirt and the undershirt he had underneath that as an extra layer between the armor and his skin. Taking the cloth, he wrapped it around the brand Eris gave him nice and tight and exited the tent. 

With that taken care of, he quickly shucked off his boots with his pants following shortly after. 

He wasn’t shy in the slightest. In fact, if his mood had been better, he might’ve purposefully been closer to the other tents as he did so. Right now, his only priority was washing off all this filth from his body and clothing. 

#xjosh

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asher-jones​:

“Okay…” he drawled, eyes narrowing at Snow, sensing his friends reluctance, or at least what he sensed to be as much. He liked to read people, but even he struggled at times. “You will? Good. You’re basically the biggest bad ass at camp. Don’t waste that potential,” and he was at least trying to be as honest as possible. 

Then the subject of Dane came up. Of course it was buy Asher, but it hurt that It felt like Snow already felt the shift. Simply by the words he used, Asher knew Snow was on the track. “Have you talked to him lately? Like, since we all ended up in the Underworld.”

It was awkward, that much was certain. Snow knew Asher well enough to detect the strain in his voice. As if his neighbor New Yorker was having to push a boulder to keep this conversation going. This... wasn’t how their discussions usually went, actually all those before now had been entirely smooth, just... “Thanks.” He replied, but it felt like sand leaving his mouth. Biggest bad ass at camp? Then why was he not the first chosen? Why wasn’t it his responsibility to protect Asher? When he...

It wasn’t just Asher back there, obviously, but, somehow, Snow’s mind took over and the moment Asher didn’t so enthusiastically look right to him. Expecting a promise to be kept. It was the small rock to be pulled that started the mental landslide to follow. Snow could only blame himself. Totally. Completely. It wasn’t Asher’s fault nor anyone else. “Of course, the moment you guys landed we met up. ‘was still holding my form then.” So, no, they hadn’t exactly talked. Why should that matter though?

#xasher

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asher-jones​:

Typically, the pair would have embraced, probably kissed, definitely fawned over each other after a trauma like that. The fact that Snow moved to do either both relieved and worried Asher. Had Snow already found out? Was he mad? Did he care? Whatever the case was, he was happy to feel the warm welcome as he meandered toward his friend, that overwhelming sense of safety and security still washing over him, even given the situation. “Not Teddy bear,” he corrected. “Papa Bear. There’s nothing warm and cuddly about you when you shift, Snow,” he teased, with a smirk. 

Hands tucked casually in his pockets as he made his way closer to the blond, eyes scouring the area, hoping, praying that maybe he had someone else in his bedroll, possibly a tent he was sharing with someone else. “Me? No, not even close. D was the one that had everyone’s back. He had my back for sure. He’s… really great right. Right?”

“Alright.” He chuckled, low and drawn, teeth showing through that grin as he adjusted the last pole for his tent. “I’ll remember that.” What Snow felt when the voluntary boat boarding happened was awful. Lies, really, too himself, but... to feel like the short, fat, kid with glasses at a kickball line up, not the first warrior chosen, left Snow to wonder what the hell he was doing here.

Was he kidding himself?

Was this all a waste of time?

Was he not valuable a teammate as he’d been lead to believe--or decided to believe?

Snow aimed to smother these thoughts through the private rest period. Refocus and forget. Deny. “Yeah, sounds like Dane.” His smile faltered then, though it held on for dear life. The son of Artemis tried to act natural by tossing in his bedroll. His heart sinking as Dane’s place at camp proved his every fear. Dane was dependable, he put in the effort to study, and... well, Snow knew himself, his true self, so wasn’t really surprised to realize the others didn’t find him nearly as valuable. Didn’t believe that he could be just as reliable. Maybe more.

#xasher

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The day had been brutal, both physically and mentally, so after a short meal and making his rounds, Snow started setting up his tent. He needed silence, darkness, a security bubble to wake up refreshed as he could manage eight hours from now. Despite his original intentions, and seeing how things had played out, Snow hadn’t invited anyone to join him. Isolation sounded good, though spinning thoughts rarely left the man entirely alone.

He wouldn’t stop recognizing what a miracle it was to have all the other demigod’s arrive, mostly safe and sound. Asher was certainly wearing the brightest smile among their group. Like he’d gone to fucking Disneyland instead. “’was worried I’d have to stick out the teddy bear look for the ‘night’, but I’m glad we’re all taking this chance to recover instead.” Snow grinned back from where he remained kneeling beside the half propped tent. “Likewise.” Eyes traced the outline of, then behind Asher, before Snow bit his lower lip. Seeming to hold back from saying more. “You protected the others, hm?” He smiles again.

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Asher was not looking forward to this conversation, though to be honest he couldn’t outwardly admit why. There were very few guys at camp who he had developed and honest to god, intimate, emotional attachment to. Dane was obviously one of them, but Snow? Snow was one as well. His dependence on the older man was undeniable, even to himself, and the affection the pair shared. He knew Dane had his guys outside of of the two of them, but Snow had been his only guy other than Dane that he really felt connected to, bonded to on that level. So, when it came down to it, he knew it was on him to be the person to explain it all, to break the news. Granted, there certainly was a scenario that Snow wouldn’t even care, that it was Asher who was building this up in his head, in his heart.

Clad in his leather jacket and pair of jeans, the son of Cronus made his way up to the chiseled blond as he sat working on making up his sleeping space. “They told me I’d be walking up to an actual Papa Bear,” he called with a forced grin on his lips. “Good to see you made it through the boatride, Snow.”

#xasher

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svnxrxse​:

Grey nodded in agreement. The events of his own boat ride still fresh in his mind and he was still trying to deal with them. There were things that had happened that had really worried him and made him question things. At the mention of his wet state, Grey glanced down and chuckled some. “Yeah, who knew getting possessed by a wraith would mean a swim.” He said, trying to make light of what had been a rather terrifying moment. “He lost his glasses?” Grey questioned, well he would keep an eye out but glasses usually were specific for the wearer. 

“A wraith? What the fuck is that?” Of course, the mention of possession stood out for Snow as well, but he obviously could tell that would be too touchy of a subject. So fresh off the boat. Snow reaches for his pack then and pulls out a fresh t-shirt. “‘decided bringing a change wouldn’t be such a bad idea, why don’t you swap so the other can dry off?” He had jeans and socks as well--but small Grey wearing cloths of that size might appear silly and feel uncomfortable.”

“Yeah... shitty luck, right?”

#xgrey

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godaneward​:

being nocturnal didn’t mean shit in the underworld, where you got tired when the exhaustion got to be too much. relief from the arrival of the final boat compounded with exhaustion from the day’s events, leading dane to retire about the same time as most others. waking with the majority felt a little new, compared to how dane was spending his time back at olympus.

rolling out of his tent in sweatshorts slung low, dane started some form of stretching-and-workout that seemed to fit his tired brain, barefoot on the scrub-grass wasteland. on one twist of his torso, folded over with legs apart, he saw snow – and grinned, and waved, since the man was back in human shape. “boss!” he called, unfolding to stand straight, jumping to bring his feet together. “good to see you on two fuckin feet,” he chuckled, nodding up at the taller demigod. “you sleep okay?”

The call immediately caught Snow’s attention. Before having to look, he already knew it was his treasured housemate. Seeing Dane now, quite a mess given their circumstances, left him feeling some concern. It was great to be back in human form after a long rest, but where the stood was a battlefield. Anything could happen. “Hey, pup.” He teased in return, wearing a more characteristic smirk today. Yesterday had been a complete mess in some aspects. The blond hoped that feeling of doubt wouldn’t play into what needed to be done moving forward. “Uh... good as one can in a place like this, I guess? ‘least we all got 8 hours.”

Finally, Snow pointed toward Dane, “You should get dressed. We’re still in enemy territory, ya know?”

#xdane

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dextercosta​:

Thankful that his cooking supplies hadn’t gotten waterlogged, Dexter stirred his massive pot of deer stew for those who may not have had enough preparation to enjoy a warm meal while in the depths of hell. Still, something felt missing in his being but the man attempted to ignore it for the most part. No point in searching for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on quite yet.

Fingertips against the wooden spoon, eyes spotting Snow as he headed over towards his general direction while sitting casually as though they hadn’t had a falling out before the boats departed. “ I mean, we’re fine for the most part. ” He kept his words short, looking around the camp for a moment before letting his eyes rest against the son of Artemis. “ I’m not here to be petty but you’re decision to leave our boat didn’t sit right with me. If you think we should just let it go for the sake of the trial, I can do it. But I need to let you know before we continue forward without addressing it. ” The ball lobbied up for Snow and in his court, Dexter knowing how important conflict resolution would be, especially while in the midst of the most stressful situation he’s ever been in his life.

So, Dexter didn’t skirt the matter aside. If anything, Snow respected the son of Hades more for that. After pressing his lips together, the older man nodded along and patiently waited for his chance to give an answer. By the time it came around, he shook his head now and said, “No, you’re not... if anyone was being petty in that situation it was me.” His forearms loosely crossed to brace across both knees, catching the most heat wafting from the camp fire flames. The manner in which Snow portrayed himself now wasn’t self deprecating or conflicted, just honest and upfront. “Something got in my head the moment we stepped into this place. ... I’m sorry, for letting that get in the way of what needs to be done, ‘n...” Snow tried to say more, but after faltering let the thought return to the hidden, precious recesses of his mind.

Snow finally looked to Dexter again, and the words only both eyes could speak seemed to be hopeful that his friend would forgive him.

#xdexter