There & Back Again [ Open ]

[Cordelia Marshall]

No matter how many times Delia left Camp Half Blood and came back again she was always filled with the same feeling. It was like she was meant to be there but she didn't quite belong. She knew the reasons why she felt that way, Losing Anabelle, Breaking Nate's heart, reappearing, disappearing and everything in between. Still that never made things any easier.

After having left this time she was left with the subtle truth that she really had nowhere else to go. Her mother had moved on, her sister was dead and it was startlingly clear that her father didn't care unless your name was Luke. The only thing she had left in the great wide world was her family and she wasn't even sure she had all of them even more. The thought made her shudder. As much as she hated Luke for everything that happened she knew that eventually she had to stop blaming him. Anabelle had made her own choice, that was life.

Delia sighed, she needed to run somewhere far and fast, a place that was nearly as dangerous as her mood. The forest seemed like just the place for that, full of scary monsters that she would be more than willing to take down right about now. Anything that was willing to be distraction was fine by her. She ran quickly like it was like a life or death situation and someone was chasing her. Delia zig-zagged through trees with ease moving like a blur and enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through her hair. There was a time in her life Delia had thought about becoming a hunter of Artemis, having the choice to run free for the rest of eternity. It never would have happened, there was a bit of a conflict with the whole eternal virgin thing and Delia had never been dumb enough to believe that she could give up guys. She wasn't nearly that stupid, just angry.

Finally she stopped, doubling over with her hands rested on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. She had forgotten how much she loved to run, how it seemed to change everything. Sure her mood was still a bit dangerous but it was different than before. With fresh air in her lungs, her legs stretched and her mind free she felt like getting in good old fashioned Cordelia fun. Sure it was more fun with accomplices but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Delia unsheathed the sword that she had strapped to her back moving slowly through the forest, leaves crunching under her feet, as she searched for a challenge worth taking on. Swords weren’t exactly her first choice of weapon. She preferred something slicker and much more discreet, daggers and the like. The rest of the camp didn’t much agree though and so she used what they had to offer. That and she was much better with a sword than a bow. That was a disaster she would be happy to never repeat again. She stalked around the trees waiting patiently for something, anything to take on. Delia hadn’t been in a real battle – at least one that didn’t include flirting – in a while and so she was eager to get back in the habit. Most people would have done a bit of training before going off into the forest alone but that wasn’t really her style. Why do things the easy way?

574 // Open

[Calypso ♥]

Calypso had been avoiding camp the last couple weeks as much as she could. She couldn’t get Isaac off of her mind and there was something that felt wrong about liking him. Conflicted and even embarrassed to see him she stayed in the forest among the nymphs asking for advice but not receiving any. Calypso had fallen in love many countless times before and each time it felt different so it was hard to tell if this was real or not. Not to mention Calpyso would be lying if she said she still didn’t have feelings for Percy. And although he had just broken up with Annabeth, one of the best things Calypso could have asked for, she didn’t jump on him and try and claim him for herself.

If it hadn’t been for Issac she probably would have been more than willing to be the shoulder for Percy to cry on. As it were, Calypso was preoccupied with her emotions toward this son of Athena. He was so kind to her, not unlike the rest of the boys at camp, but he was different and special to her. And while Calypso was sure she felt for him the real confliction came when she thought about their situation. Calypso was immortal and would never age but Issac would, and rapidly. She thought about offering immortality but then she thought about what she would be asking Issac to give up to live forever with her. That was, if he felt as strongly about her as she did him.

Calypso had not known much about the modern world and the things called television but she had seen enough to realize her life was oddly similar to some that were on the television. Her brow creased and she braided and re-braided her hair over again thinking on the matter. What did the kids at camp call it, tween romantic drama? Calypso sighed and tossed her braid over her shoulder. She slid off the large rock and into the creek landing gently in the water barely making a splash. Her long Greecian dress soaking in the water but it didn’t bother her.

She walked up the bank humming to herself when a fast movement caught her eye. She stopped and blinked wondering if she had been seeing things that weren’t really there. Calypso turned her head and saw a figure moving in the distance. Curious, Calypso followed peering around trees. It was a demigod. She had blonde hair and was quite beautiful. Calypso smiled a little thankful to not be alone anymore. She watched the girl for a minute and what she deduced was there was something unspoken bothering the demigod. Calypso wasn’t exactly the best at advice, but she was willing to give it a go. Not to mention someone beside the nymphs and a demigod of the opposite sex would be nice to talk to.

Calypso noted the sword in her hand and while she couldn’t be killed she still maintained her distance from the demigod. She smiled and stepped out from behind a tree. “Doesn’t Chiron warn you demigods that it is dangerous wandering out in the forest alone? There are monsters that reside out here, and it’d be a shame to give them what they want; an easy lunch.”

WORD COUNT //549
OUTFIT //H E R E
NOTES //hope this is okay for me to join!
SONG //BUTTERFLY WINGS