Water Fall Blues (Uriel)

    Eleanor grudgingly decided that he was probably housing a weapon she couldn't spot or he was deceptively good at playing innocent. She instead turned her gaze to actually looking at the man. He was taller than her (a gap made more noticeable without her heels on) and didn't look like the sort of guy to pull a gun on her, but Eleanor was never very good at predicting mortals. Demigods were a much different story, they had a sort of rhythm or pattern that matched their Godly parent. If you knew a demigod's Godly parent, their behavioural patterns were slightly more easy to detect. Eleanor watched as the man's fingers moved across the black fence separating them from the falls. She found herself staring at them longer than strictly necessary and roughly jerked herself out of her stupor. Turning her head deliberately away from the man, she scanned the tree to her left. She watched the squirrels distantly, not really paying attention, all of her sense were finely tuned to the man next to her.

    "As far as said business man is concerned, the falls is nothing more than a money-making scheme and such things as beauty and elegance are an affordable trade just to get that extra cash." Eleanor remarked half-heartedly, rolling her eyes at the very thought. "Then again, I doubt this guy's tastes because that casino is very tacky and unbecoming." She remarked lightly, with a small smirk in the man's direction. Eleanor paused completely when she saw the man smile and something in her chest gave an interesting flip-flop motion. Unconsciously a hand rubbed the offending area curiously.

    Writing it off as a freak occurrence, Eleanor casually drew a hand through her red hair in an effort to disguise her odd actions. She surprised herself when she actually laughed at the other man's little quip and sent him a smile right back. Wow, when was the last time she had actually talked to someone so freely and without convictions? Usually she had to keep in the back of her mind her duties to the camp, the impending war, and her position of power as Aesir when she talked to another human being. It was an odd liberating feeling talking to a complete stranger.

    "Better to have nothing than to be faced with the possibility of losing everything." Eleanor said wisely. She turned her head to look out over the falls and watched as they turned on the lights. The rainbow array of lights sparkled against the falls, making the air light up with eerie colours. Eleanor gave a small snort of irritation as they lit up with American colours for some holiday or another. Thank the Gods for Canada. Eleanor mentally set up a prayer to the Gods for creating such a thoughtful, docile country.

    Eleanor looked at the man in honest surprise before schooling her features to a neutral expression. Of course her mother would drag her to some weird political party at a freaking casino. She vowed to confront Josephine about it when they finally got home, if Eleanor got her way, would be but a few more minutes. She resisted the urge to snort at the man’s words, while she was slightly surprised; she was by no means impressed. Giving the man a clearly unenthusiastic look and a raised eyebrow, Eleanor commented with a light amount of snark. “Isn’t there some sort of government clause that dictates who you are supposed to expel such sensitive information to? I can assure you I hardly fall into such an imperative category.” She frowned slightly at his last words and felt her inner daughter of Forseti speak up. “Who are we to decide who deserves life? I for one, would hate to be charged with such a heavy duty as deciding the worth of a human being."

    Eleanor shot her new companion an amused look and gave him a striking smirk. “I am afraid I make terrible ‘arm candy’. I have been told that I am too intellectual and talkative to be a good brainless trophy girl.” Eleanor said, shrugging her shoulders with a far too amused smirk.


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Notes;; Ellie had a little 'daughter of Forseti' moment there. Being the daughter of the God of Justice and Judgement, she is very passionate about the subject.

Eleanor tried to ignore the warm feeling welling up in her chest at the sight of James's smile and stifle the urge to grin with triumph at making the man smile. He seemed like the kind of person to keep his emotions close to his chest; they were very similar in that regard. And when was the last time she had such a relaxed yet meaningful conversation that actually made her stop and consider her words? Well, certainly far too long to be healthy.

Ellie gave a small, sincere smile and raised one hand to take out the clips and bobby pins holding her hair together in its elaborate up-do. It felt much more natural and normal to have her hair brushing across her shoulders in a familiar weight. Winding her hand through her red curls, Eleanor tugged gently to tame the locks into some semblance of control. She eyed James up and down before mentally shrugging and giving up her real name. "Eleanor Wynter." She corrected aimlessly. Eleanor knew for a fact that if someone we're to look up her name, they would just get the mortal side of her life. Her school records, volunteer hours, and the likes. Not a single indication of her demigod nature were on her records and as a result of keeping her head down and destroying any monsters before they even so much as thought of attacking her, she looked like your every day mortal with an influential mother. Sometimes it was nice having a few friends in the police force.

Eleanor turned over James's words in her head and nodded slowly. "I suppose I am just unnecessarily cautious at times." Eleanor murmured, more to herself than James. She had to consciously stop herself from making a grab for James's hand, instead just resting her hand centimeters away from his. Just close enough to tease and feel his heat but far enough away to avoid actual contact. She quirked a smile at his words. "The greatest human gift is free will." Eleanor agreed softly. "Why, I suppose you make a good point, James. I fear I am just too cautious to live so recklessly."

Yet here she stood, next to some mortal man having some distant philosophical discussion and feeling more alive than she had in months. Feeling a strange thrill that ran down her spine, a feeling she usually associated with adrenaline that usually came to her before a fight. Eleanor mused quietly to herself, as their soft words echoed eerily around them as if the words were only meant for their ears and no one elses. Eleanor leaned closer to James, observing the badge carefully for any flaws, but as far as she could see there were none. She shrugged her shoulders lightly and suddenly realized how close she was to him. But she couldn't bring herself to take a step back.

The demigod girl turned her eyes back to the falls in an effort to quell the stupid feelings in her stomach and completely missed the blush going across James's face. Eleanor reached forward and snagged one of the bright red maple leaves from a tree on her left. She twirled the leaf around in her fingers, admiring the bright scarlet colour. Maple trees looked absolutely beautiful this time of year and made the well famous bright red maple leaves featured on the Canadian flag. Eleanor turned back to James just for him to look her straight in the eye. She felt herself colour slightly but was too proud to look away. Instead she straightened her shoulders, puffing out her chest, and stared right back defiantly. But quickly shrank under James's words. She looked absolutely floored for a moment before quickly schooling her features into cool surprise. She opened her mouth to say something but found no words to accurately express her opinion. Which was weird for her. "Oh..." Was what came out of her mouth instead. Cursing herself for her moment of weakness, Eleanor's mind scrambled for some response. "I suppose I could say the same thing about you. About being interesting. This is the most interesting conversation I've had in months." Anything but that. She resisted the urge to hit herself in the face. How could one simple man knock her off her game like this? It was either really pathetic or really incredible.

Eleanor pulled her coat closer around her shoulders and hunched in on herself. Her walls instantly slammed back up to block this suddenly dangerous man out. She had to keep her wits about her, or she might admit something she would regret. "My mother. This might be the last time I will see her for a while." Eleanor said cautiously, just giving James the bare minimum amount of information. "I work at a summer camp and it looks like I will be staying longer than usual this year." Not minding the fact that she might not make it back to her mother at all after this. Eleanor was very aware she might die in this war. If she were to die, she wouldn't want to have any regrets. Two of those regrets would have to do with her mother and brother, Klaus.

She was sufficiently distracted from the thoughts of her brother when James took a step closer to her. Eleanor's chest constricted like someone was squeezing all the air out of her lungs and her heart pounded loudly in her ears. She ducked her head as not to look James in the eyes and felt her face go completely red. Taking a few breaths to control herself, Eleanor bit her lip in hopes that pain would distract her. Steeling her nerves, she took a step even closer to James (her face still bright red) so that there was virtually no space between them.

Eleanor gave James a cat-like smirk (which was kind of ruined by her red face). "I would love to take you up on your offer, Mr. Williams." She said lightly, not moving an inch closer to away from him. She was a Norse, for Gods sake. She was not going to cower away from some man, demigod or mortal.


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Notes;; This took me a long time to write because I had trouble writing Ellie's response to Uriel's little confession.

Eleanor tilted her head to the side in thought and pondered James's words for a moment. No, she had not be complimented like that in years. Ever since she took up her position of Aesir at camp, the compliments were on a steady decline and the insults were a steady incline. So what? Eleanor wasn't the Aesir of the camp to be everyone's friend, that was Justin's job. He was the morale part of camp, the golden boy who everyone looked up to and admired. She was the opposite side, the ruthless ruler who kept everyone in line from fear and respect alone. But then again, she hadn't always been like this. Years ago, when she first took up her position she had been the kind leader type. The one everyone came to with their problems and spoke fondly of her. Then things changed, Eleanor changed, and suddenly she was flying too close to the sun.

Just like she was now; getting too close to some mortal that was slowly melting the wax on her wings. "No," Eleanor admitted reluctantly, but possessed absolutely no will to lie to James. "all the men I am surrounded with on a regular basis are brutes who could not identify the difference between a woman and a bear." She shook her head good naturedly. The boy back at camp were mostly just very battle-obsessed and saw girls like some conquest for them to take. Eleanor had long since stomped that belief into the ground and burned it with fire.

As soon as Eleanor finished her sentence, she wanted to take back her words. James tense next to her and narrowed his eyes into a glare. Then a sinking feeling began to grow in her gut. There was no way this guy could be a demigod? The chances of that were next to nil. But Eleanor had always been the cautious one. On the off chance James was a demigod, this made things a completely different ball game. She looked James up and down again, this time much more warily. Why hadn't she taken him as a potential threat before now? Just because she had a thing for him, how did that justify her dulling down her sense of caution? Especially right now with war times hovering just beyond the horizon. For what felt like the tenth time that night, Eleanor wanted to hit herself in the face.

Then he had to go ahead and admit he worked at a summer camp as well. There was no way this could be some coincidence. Eleanor rolled her eyes skyward with a suspicious look. Either this is a really bad happenstance or some God was really messing with her today. Instead she made an interested noise in the back of her throat and nodded politely at James's words, trying to look innocently interested. "It's a family tradition, where I come from. That camp has been in the family for a lot of generations." Eleanor watched James carefully for a reaction.

As James stepped back, Eleanor took a deep breath. She had just then realized the two of them were practically chest-to-chest as they were talking. She felt herself colour in the face again before taking James up on his offer and following him down the path. Eleanor made sure to walk on James's left side, to protect her left hand in case of emergencies.

There was a small moment of silence between them only filled by the distant noise of the party and the thunder of the falls at their backs. Eleanor shifted uncomfortably, her blood still buzzing at the possibility of James being a demigod. She couldn't straight out ask him, but maybe some more careful prodding would be in order to figure a few things out. Eleanor knew for a fact that he wasn't Egyptian. All of the Egyptians knew her by name and face by now (no thanks to Anthony, no doubt). So that left the option of the Romans and the Greek. If she had to hazard a guess, he was probably Roman judging from his attitude. But just the way the man walked (completely out of sync of her military march), she wasn't so sure of that assumption.

Eleanor felt a huge pang of guilt at James's words. How could she forget her mother? Then again, she was probably back at the party thinking Eleanor had just pulled one of her anti-social disappearing moves. Eleanor promised to herself that she would make it up to her mother tomorrow with breakfast in bed. "She will be fine. She can hold her own against the politicians. Plus she probably won't even notice I'm gone for at least another thirty minutes."  Eleanor said, glancing at her watch.

The demigod girl couldn't help the laughter that escaped her throat and the smile that spread over her lips. "You tourist." She accused him affectionately. "Be thankful this is a tourist city, so there are signs everywhere in case some poor, naive tourist were to get lost." Eleanor thought for a moment before grabbing James's arm and tugging at it gently. "I know of the best 24/7 cafe just down the street here. It only caters to locals." And had a discount for Norse demigods because of that one time Eleanor saved the owner's daughter from a horde of angry trolls.

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Eleanor felt her breathing pick up slightly at James's words. She felt her earlier worry turn into full out panic. This is just typical! The first time in years she showed interest in another person romantically and she had to kill them not even fifteen minutes after meet him. Welcome to chapter 23 in the miserable tragedy novel that was the life of Eleanor Wynter. Eleanor just barely resisted the urge to throw her hands in the air and scream 'screw it!' then proceed to furiously make-out with James. But no, she was a Norse and while the Norse were known for their recklessness, she was supposed to be the idiot trying to keep a reins on the camp full of said reckless demigods. No, Eleanor could handle this logically and coolly. She felt her breathing ease out once more and the fault in her steps was quickly corrected. It was time to start thinking and bury her feelings in a deep grave in the very back of her mind.

Eleanor subtly brushed her hands down the side of her dress very aware that she did not bring any weapons with her tonight. But that did not matter. She learned when she was twelve how to fight without weapons; mostly out of necessity than actually of her own will. After that, hand to hand combat became her forte. That did not mean that she didn't miss her weapons. Well, there's nothing she could do about it now. Eleanor made a mental note to take her weapons everywhere with her for the next ten years or so (assuming she lived that long). Her eyes flickered around the crowded side walks, taking in her environment. The lights from various buildings, attractions, passing cars, and street lights made the entire street glow with light. Typically not a good place to commit murder. The side alleys were much more entrancing but Eleanor knew from experience that they were far from deserted. The locals tended to prefer the alleyways to avoid the tourists and at least several people passed through them at a time. Perhaps a little creativity was in order. The cafe Eleanor was leading James to was familiar ground and the owner wouldn't ask questions if Ellie had to escape through the back door with an attractive boy. They would probably assume that she was just doing something other than murdering someone in cold blood. Plan set in mind and keeping a firm grip on her emotions, Eleanor allowed herself to relax and return her attention back to James.

Eleanor looked back at James coolly and just raised a single eyebrow at the clear dislike in his voice. She wasn't sure if it was aimed at her, or someone else. She predicted it was more likely to be spite aimed at his mother (was she a Goddess? Eleanor took a moment to regret not making an effort on reading up more on the Greeks and Romans. Not that it was her fault, it was completely Justin's fault for being lazy.) than at her. Ellie let out a long breath before responding.

"We go to summer camp to stay safe. In a strange, twisted way we are all family and that is enough of a bond to urge us to seek out each other for protection and to protect." At this point, Eleanor completely dropped her facade of being a harmless mortal. Why bother keeping beating around the bush? As for her words, Eleanor was not lying. As much as she respected her mother she felt little attachment to the mortal woman. Despite never really meeting her father except once, she felt a much stronger connection the God than her mortal family. She distantly wondered if it was the same feel for the other Pantheons as well.

Eleanor felt significantly better now that she had a plan in mind. Her mind had since gone blank and focused purely on getting to the cafe, then somehow convincing James to come into the back alley with her. If she played her cards carefully, it would be laughably easy. Maybe if she was efficient enough she wouldn't even get blood on her dress! Which was a real pain to get out of such light fabric.

But then James had to let out a ridiculously attractive chuckle and that fluttering feel in her chest came back with a vengeance. Eleanor cursed her pale skin because of hot prominent her blush looked on her skin. She returned to the conversation in an effort to distract herself. "I've been compared to a bear several times. Mostly personality wise, to be honest. By the Gods, you would think people would at least have the decency to come up with creative insults when trying to slight me." Eleanor said lightly, rolling her eyes for effect. She judged in her mind that they were only three minutes away from the cafe and Eleanor's heart beat picked up slight; from James's proximity to her or the anticipation of a fight, Eleanor was not sure.

Instead, Eleanor dodged gracefully thought the throngs of people, one of her hands still rested gently on one of James's arms. As they emerged from the other side of the crowd, Eleanor let her hand fall back to her side and ignored the tingling feeling in her fingers. "Why do you think the politicians would be interested in a civilian like me?" Eleanor could think of a few reason off the top of her head, but she wasn't going to voice them. "I'm hardly a threat." She said, sending James a shark-like smile that completely contradicted her words. The demigod frowned at the man's words and sent him a clearly unimpressed but thoughtful look. "I have never had a nickname before." Minus all the insults from her fellow campers such as 'Iron Lady' or a few names in Norse Eleanor would not repeat in polite company. "If you feel it is necessary, I see no harm in a nickname."


Eleanor couldn't contain the laugh that escaped her lips at James's little flirty comment. "I'm sure such a big and strong man like yourself could navigate around a city like this no problem." She shot back with a playful tone. Wait, why was she joking around with a man she planned on murdering in the next hour? Come on, keep it together Wynter. Eleanor told herself as she turned her head resolutely forward and caught sight of the cafe two blocks down the road. Inadvertently, Eleanor slowed her steps down to drag out the amount of time she spent with James. 

Eleanor stopped in the middle of the side walk and turned to look at James straight in the eyes at his words. She tilted her head to the side like a curious pup and smiled tightly at the man. "We demigods are hardly ever normal." Eleanor said in broad daylight in the middle of a crowded, mortal filled street.


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Notes;; Oh Ellie, try to resist Uriel with all your might, you will never win.

He didn't care if people were facing them. He just didn't give a rat's ass about people. He only cared about her. And only her. Maybe Aphrodite was making a Helen of Troy v.2 for him. Even if he didn't do anything deserving of it. What he was sure about, was that he was ready to get this off his chest, for him to have no regrets. Even if he does get rejected, he'll still have the memory of finally letting go of his cool and venting, and actually telling the absolute truth. He placed his hand down the table and closed their distance, slamming his hand down the table and virtually staring through her, as if he was shooting daggers from his eyes. "SCREW THIS, ALRIGHT!" He took a deep breath, and finally let go. He didn't care about Camp Half Blood, Camp Jupiter, the mortals watching them , the Olympians, his mother or even himself. This time, this was all about her.

"I love you, okay?!"

No further words. He bowed down, and a single streak of tear fell from his face. He wanted  to kiss her so bad, but that would be pushing his limits, won't it be? He could only imagine. Now, he'd gladly embrace the Fields of Punishment, because he got  that impossible feeling off his chest. He had the weight of the world and skies lifted off his shoulders. And he waited, for her to make her next move. He even waited for a slap from her.

Eleanor could felt the sets of doubt begin to fester in the back of her mind. Like a wriggling worm of pathogenic infection, she felt her loyalty to the camp waver like a flickering candle. She flicked her eyes downwards to stare at the table between the two demigods and tried to glue back together her impenetrable sense of duty towards a camp. It was unfortunate a battering ram in the shape of Uriel de Felipe was knocking against her strong walls with alarming amount of efficiency. Eleanor clenched her cold hands into fists and dug her nails into her palms until they left behind crescent shape marks in her skin. Odie, Theresa, Shelby, Aaron... and so the names continued to scroll through her mind like credits after a movie. They were the demigods who had died since Eleanor became responsible for her their lives as her position of Aesir dictated. It was a list of names that kept her so tightly tethered to the Camp Midgard and in times of doubt she would list their names over and over again until she remembered her purpose again. She wasn't about to sit about and let Uriel destroy her sense of duty towards her camp in a matter of minutes. Eleanor was not comfortable with the amount of silent power seemed to hold over her. It made her skin crawl and gave her the urge to just walk away now.

Was that even an option any more? Couldn't she just stand up and leave right now? It would be so easy to just get up from her chair, go back to the party, maybe take one of the sleazy guys at the party up on their offer for some company that night, and forget all about Uriel. She could walk away and meet him next time on the battle field, where he would just be another faceless enemy for Eleanor to take down. Just a another number in a list of casualties of war. Not some absurdly attractive guy that had some unnatural ability to turn the leader of Camp Midgard into a useless swooning pre-teen girl.

Forgetting sounded nice, perfect even. But not very realistic at all. As much as Eleanor tried to delude herself into thinking Uriel was just another face in the crowd, she had a weird gut feeling that she might never find someone like this again. Someone who can not just match, but challenge her strategic, military mindset pace for pace without faltering. Someone who could set her skin ablaze with a simple touch to the cheek that Eleanor knew she would remember the feel of his skin against her's in her dreams.

Eleanor turned her eyes back upwards to look around the cafe. There was no way she was walking her without regrets of some sort, she resigned herself to that concept now. Either she had to kill Uriel now or walk away from him forever. Even the very thought of losing the Greek man made Eleanor want to lunge across the table and grip his hand tight, never to let go as long as she lived. Locking up her urges tightly behind her mental walls, Eleanor looked over at the counter where the elderly man continued to work. He meet the Aesir's eyes and titled his head in the direction of the coffee machine to the side. Eleanor considered his offer for a moment but shook her head. It would be a shame to waste good coffee if she just had to run off in a few minutes to either go back to camp or kill a man. Plus some coffee might leave a bad taste on her tongue that not even murder could match.

She swung her head back in Uriel's direction when she felt his hands skim her's. She tugged her hands back to her sides and clutched her jacket like a child might hang on to a teddy bear. Eleanor's heart pounded loudly in her chest as she scooted even further away from Uriel to discourage contact. She couldn't let him touch her. If he did, he might just unravel her resolve she had just worked so hard to create.

Eleanor felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders and a sinking feeling in her gut at Uriel's words. Good. He understood her side of the story, they could just split ways without this getting messy. But another small part of her was screaming for Uriel to not let her leave, to not let her go. Eleanor's head felt like it was full of lead as she nodded her head tightly at his words. His dead smile chilled her slightly and for a moment she missed the witty responses, light hearted tones, and the time when they weren't sitting in the middle of a possible life-or-death situation. But she was a demigod, a Norse demigod at that. Nothing was every easy and because of some cruel, divine power everything eventually left Eleanor without fail. She may as well get used to loneliness right now, because that is what she would be feeling for the rest of her short life.

Eleanor unclenched her hands from her jacket and kind of slumped in her seat, defeated or relived she did not know. "Thank you for understanding my point of view." Eleanor said weakly, sending Uriel a steely smile that was nothing like the other smile she sent his way earlier that night. She curled one hand in her hair and made to get out of her chair and just leave (or run with her tail between her legs) when Uriel spoke up again. Then he suddenly cut himself off and closed her eyes. She felt a stab of panic in her chest and Eleanor stepped forward, one hand out reached to touch Uriel's shoulder in concern. "Uriel? Are you-" Eleanor started before he suddenly cut her off. The demigod girl completely froze when the Greek looked her square in the eye. Her breath caught in her throat with a soft sound and Eleanor tried to take a step back from the man, but found herself still frozen under his gaze.

Eleanor gaped like a dying fish at Uriel, his words sounding like they were coming from the other side of a long tunnel. There was no way he could be serious? There was no way he thought Eleanor was worth starting a war over. If she remembered correctly, Paris had started the entire war just because he was in love with Helen. If Uriel suddenly decide to just drag Eleanor off to the Greek Camp he may as well throw a bloody spear through her chest and declare war against the Norse in bright neon pink letters. Then again, Eleanor felt like she had just been stabbed through the chest. Her breathing caught in her throat and it felt like someone had just winded her. This was literally the stupidest thing she's ever heard but it still appealed to some part of her. As reckless and down right idiotic of a plan it was, it sounded perfect in Eleanor's mind. She could stay with Uriel and there would be no war. Sounds like a pretty great plan and Eleanor wished so bad that she could just say yes, lean in to kiss Uriel, and they gallop off into the sunset. It sounded like a fairytale "Happily Ever After". But Eleanor knew, a Happily Ever After was just an unfinished story. All stories ended in tragedy, whether it be a break up or death, it never ended happily.

She could feel a spark of anger igniting in her chest as Uriel continued his plan. He was being unrealistic. He was being naive. He was being everything Eleanor was not. "As lovely and down right magical as that sounds," Eleanor spit out with venom clearly in her tone. "my camp does not run of fairy dust and unicorn laughter like your camp does. If the Nor- if my camp mates see me with some Greek they will kill me. Probably with fire, just for good measures. Then they will come after you, kill you, and then go on to use this as an excuse to attack the Greeks." Eleanor spat out harshly. He was wrong. There was no way this could work. There was no solution to this problem. She kept telling herself, stubbornly holding on to her beliefs. Eleanor looked down and noticed her entire body was shaking with suppressed emotions. Emotions she had had locked up for years was starting to spill out dangerously. She could feel tears of frustration begin to well up in her eyes and Eleanor had to resist the temptation to claw out her own eyes to prevent her tears.

For the second time that day, Eleanor felt magic permeate the air again apparently reacting to Uriel's emotions. Her eyes flickered to the salt shaker on the table between them that was trembling dangerously and threatened to launch itself into the air. But despite all his words and all her disbelief, Eleanor knew Uriel would never intentionally hurt her. She returned the other demigod's glare two fold and didn't back down from his heated gaze. Now her own emotions were at the boiling point and a weird mix of anger, attraction, longing, resolution, and stubbornness clawed at her insides like a savage beast. Eleanor wanted to growl, to rip something, and kiss Uriel all at the same time. The amount of control she had over her emotions was like a thin, red thread compared to the thick, titanium chains they had been before. When Uriel leaned in towards her and slammed his hands down on the table, she matched him. Her own hands clutched at the edge of the table with a tight grip and she leaned forward until the two of them were mere centimeters away from each other. His blue eyes that were glowing with emotion and anger, his tousled hair scuffled from the number of times he ran his hands through his hair, and his deep voice reverberated through the air that she felt it in her bones.

Then he said the three words she expected and dreaded at the same time. She wasn't surprised by his words, because she felt the same way. Despite all her stubbornness and sharp words, she wasn't stupid enough to keep lying to herself. Eleanor felt all of her muscles relax as the words were finally verbalized between them. The thoughts in the back of her mind yelling 'You've only known this guy for an hour!' and 'He's the enemy!' melted away into distant murmur. Her hand mirrored Uriel's earlier action and cupped the other demigod's cheek to wipe away his tear. She felt her skin crawl unpleasantly with ache at the sight of Uriel crying. He shouldn't be reduced to such primal emotions and left so raw. An overwhelming sense of pity and heart break for him reverberated through Eleanor. He was obviously the more brave one between the two of them. She would probably never admit the words out loud in a thousand years.

Eleanor opened her mouth soundlessly for a moment, unconsciously stroking Uriel's cheek delicately like he was made of fine china. Her own green eyes darted back and forth between Uriel's blue eyes and tried to put some words to what she was feeling. But that was an impossible task.

Instead she gave Uriel a faint, watery smirk and rolled her eyes at him. “Why do you boys always have to be so over dramatic?” Eleanor asked, her voice trembling with suppressed emotions. Cutting the last thread holding her emotions together with a satisfying snip! Eleanor leaned in the remaining small distance between them and kissed Uriel's lips lovingly.


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Uriel's emotions could be described as nonexistent at times. He wasn't usually the guy that expressed his emotions with no concern or what so ever.He was guarded, vigilant and very suspicious of others . It was what made him. He was very different  from most Greeks. He's not all that care-free. So, it was surprising to him that an hour with the perfect girl, and her  telling him that they would never work out can bring out his inner Demon. One that he kept seal and chained inside his heart. His dreaded emotions. It made him desperate. Part of him didn't want to see her go, because she was...just perfect. That was the most accurate description Uriel can give to her. The type of woman that he'd love to take to his parents. One that could easily chop his head off if she wanted to. She wasn't that dumb old Helen.  Uriel had to remind himself. And they can make this work no problem. Just as long as he had her, he thought. He'd never lose a battle.

It was funny, that some few minutes ago, Uriel was contemplating an escape plan. And now, he can't bear the thought of leaving without her. Uriel felt odd. There must be some divine intervention that happened between them. Uriel knew for a fact that it was impossible to feel this love for a person whom you only just met. Hades, Uriel didn't even know if he loved his father, the one who taught him everything he knew. From thievery to combat. And yet, here he was. Completely sure of his love for this great example of a woman. The joy within him is astounding. But he  wasn't sure whether he'd thank the supposed god who did this, or make it his lifelong duty to hate him or her. It might have been a blessing in disguise, or a curse wrapped in roses. Uriel tried to be discreet about this, but he was still curious about why the Divines would do  this to him. Perhaps there was a very, very hidden agenda.  One that is so carefully weaved and constructed that a mortal mind can't comprehend it's complexity and sheer details. Or maybe they found it funny to mess with his feelings.

Uriel shook his head at her answers. She was so stubborn. She just couldn't' say I love you back. She had to cite reasons as to why she can't love him. But it was fruitless, Uriel thought. She already loved him. And he did her. With no regrets on his parts.He didn't think about their camps. They'd have to learn to deal with it. Uriel was selfish, or he tried to be. He knew he cared about Camp Half  Blood. And he cared about his siblings, even the cabin leaders. And Uriel didn't know whether he'd listen to them or not. They are sure to prohibit them from seeing each other. But Uriel will reason with them for sure. He wasn't sure about her camp, however. Uriel frowned at the thought of losing her. Even if he never did have her. And her sudden outbreak did nothing to hinder his feelings for her.  They only strengthened it. Uriel glared back at her. And he spoke  in the same intensity of voice.

"To Hades as to what  they would do to me! I'll protect you, if they see you with some Greek, they'd see you withme And I will do my best to prove to them that I have as much as the blood of the warrior coursing through me as well! That I am worthy of your hand, and that the Greeks did not do ANYTHING bad to your camp!" He yelled back, practically hissing at her. Uriel's hands vibrated, and he glared at her back. Till he finally sighed, and gave up. Of course, she was never going to believe him. If she didn't want this relationship to work, it never will. It'll be best if he leaves, never come back and such. Uriel  turned away, walking away. Not even a word of goodbye. But each step he made felt like forever, as if time was shifted and warped beyond recognition. Uriel didn't consciously feel the stopping, but in the back of his mind, he knew that it happened. Each second felt like an hour, as if he was never meant to leave her. And he was meant to stay here. The time of his steps was enough to let him reminisce the events in his life. It flashed before his eyes..


The first time he ever kissed a girl, when he pinned her towards the wall of the abandoned warehouse. When he first said "I love you" But it really didn't mean anything. It came to him like lightning, making him see them each second by second, it was plaguing, excruciating even. Uriel  knew this wasn't natural. Something was messing with him,and he did not like this one bit. He didn't show any physical signs of harm, and just    kept on walking.. His eyes trained on the door. He needed to leave, for her. For her safety. The invisible emotional barriers were stopping him. But he didn't care, if she wanted him gone, then it would be easy. As he started to reach the door, by an immeasurable amount of time, he could almost hear a faint laugh, before he placed his hand on it's handle, as if ready to walk away, and never return. But then, as the shackles started  to release him..


She closed their distance, and Uriel halted immediately. She faced him, mimicking his actions. She held on to him, tight. As if she never held onto another human being. Uriel was caught off guard, the gesture completely baffled him. Enough that her stare warmed him. It filled the void in him. A small smile crossed his face and he just looked at her. He nodded his head, understanding everything she said. Now he knew, that if he did love her, he won't be selfish. Because she grew in her Camp , and she deserved to put it over her feelings of him. he accepted it, the fact that they will never be with each other. That their presence, this moment, the hour they shared will be nothing but a fading, beautiful tragedy shared by two souls. One that will be never experienced again, because of the complexity of war and intrigue, that he would never lay  eyes upon her and smile. The  next time they meet, they would be enemies. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting her, it was just too much for him. She didn't deserve that treatment. Uriel didn't even hear her words, but right at that moment, he knew that things were changing for the good.


She kissed him, and he felt the whole world stop, and just stared for a while. Everything went down. His inhibitions were gone. Uriel held her close and just didn't pull away. It was everything he wanted. That kiss. That signified that she was ready to make this work, that their feelings were shared. Uriel loved it. Uriel loved her. Uriel smiled under her kiss, just letting his arms wrap around her waist, suspending her close to him. Uriel felt his lips leaving her, but his forehead tipped with hers, and he spoke "Shh...yes. But it got you to kiss me, right?' And Uriel gave her his signature smirk, hoping to bring her out of her depressed state "Anyway, Ellie. Seriously though.We both need a plan, we need to make this work...Cause I really want to be with you, love." Uriel leaned forwards and kissed the top of her head.

Eleanor gave Uriel an icy glare for teasing her like that and playfully snapped her teeth centimeters away from his out stretched tongue. "Either put that tongue to better use or keep it behind your teeth, least you want to tempt me to sever your tongue." Eleanor warned Uriel in a low tone, her eyes flashing dangerously. She was instantly settled when Uriel kissed her on the cheek. She looked away in an effort to control the wide grin on her face. Instead she just tightened her own hold on him before letting go and making her way towards the alley. "Later then. I expect you to keep your word though." She threw over her shoulder casually. She caught his eye roll and just laughed at his reaction. Eleanor already felt impossibly lighter than she had ever thought possible. Like her bones were suddenly flight-worthy (like a bird's hollow bones) and she had just grown wings that longed to disturb the air.

Instead Eleanor just slumped back against the brick wall of the alleyway and made herself more comfortable. She watched in fascination as Uriel changed from joking and smiles to something more dark and devious. She got the distinct feeling that this wasn't the first time he had done such a thing. This man became more and more intriguing by the minute. It was obvious that he had several layers that she had yet to discover. But that discovery would be for a later date. Right now they had other things to worry about than some twenty questions game they would be playing later. There would be a lot more time for that later. Then it suddenly hit Eleanor that she would be spending a lot of time with Uriel in the foreseeable future. This wasn't just a thing that was happening right now. They could see each other next week, the week after that, the week after that and so on. She might be able to keep Uriel in her life forever. It was like the world opened up for Eleanor. Suddenly there was a possibility for a future. Something beyond just today, an actual tomorrow. A tomorrow where she can actually be happy.

Focusing back in on Uriel's voice, she let the corners of her mouth tilt upwards slightly. "As appealing as that sounds, oh fair Paris, I believe it would be best for the both of us if I passed you up on that offer." Eleanor said flatly with a half shrug. Then the playful atmosphere between the two of them instantly died but it didn't so much as phase Eleanor. She still saw the smile Uriel sent her way and felt herself settle in to listen to him.

She watched cautiously as Uriel pulled out a blade. She shifted slightly against the wall, feeling the distinct lack of her own weapon. Unfortunately bringing a massive golden spear around with here was out of the question. Her spear was a symbol of her father, Forseti, and his rune was in the shape of spear, the same rune that was inked into the skin of her collar bone. Mechanically she ran her fingers over the raised mark and the similar marks around it. Still, Eleanor never turned down the option to carry around several knives or an axe. After some convincing from Justin, she had even learned how to use a sword as a precaution. She drew the line at learning how to use a trident. Either way she was still well versed in weaponry but Eleanor felt distinctly naked without so much as a butter knife on her. Maybe she could have stolen a dull, dining knife from the café? It was far too late now, and she didn’t see any particular need for a weapon at the moment. Watching the way Uriel handled the blade, she had no doubts that he could use it, if need be.

Looking back to Uriel she looked just in time to see Uriel bring his dagger down into the ground. She looked at him in slight alarm before remembering what he said about being the embodiment of magic. Eleanor nodded her head slowly. “A cold war is an excellent way of explaining this.” She commented lightly, thinking of Atticus. As a son of Skadi he would probably get a kick out of that term. He always did have an appreciation for cold or winter jokes. He burst into giggles the first time he learned Eleanor’s last name. She had then thrown a stiletto knife several inches away from his family jewels and he never commented on it again.

Eleanor watched curiously as Uriel preformed the spell. She had never seen such magic before, to be honest. Camp Midgard didn’t rely on much magic more than the barrier that protected camp. She half wanted to step closer to see better what he was doing but resisted, just in case she somehow ruined his work. The runes were like nothing she had ever seen before. Norse runes were very familiar to her, but these ones she didn’t recognize. Norse runes were deceptively simple and there were only twenty four of them or so. The image started to take shape into something Eleanor could only describe as a pentagram. She was vaguely familiar with the symbol but had no idea what it meant in Greek magic. Eleanor made a point of keeping her curiosity to herself and released the breath she had been holding when Uriel began speaking again.

She listened to Uriel’s explanation and gave him an impressed look. “I didn’t know it was possible to manipulate the mist.” Eleanor admitted with a disbelieving shake of the head. “We knew it existed but there was never a way to control it for us, besides a few exceptions.” Loki being the exception here. She wasn’t too sure about the children of Loki but she didn’t care to find out. Eleanor let out an impressed sound and smiled at Uriel. “I’ll admit it; I’m impressed. I didn’t know you could do something like that. I’m sure that must come in handy in several situations.” Already several scenarios were running through Eleanor’s head of the usefulness of Uriel’s powers. He must be very valuable to the Greeks with such power. It made her wonder what other powers the Greek had at their disposal. If it was anything like Uriel’s powers, the Norse couldn’t hold a candle to them. Eleanor herself had no such magical powers, just a slightly inclination for giving advice or controlling a crowd, beyond that she didn’t have much. It was enough to make Eleanor shift uncomfortably at the possibility of what Uriel had been planning to do to her if they hadn’t chosen to go through with their ridiculous plan. She flinched slightly when she was enveloped in the light of the magic. It felt like a cold chill passing over her skin and seeping into her bones. She shivered and gripped her jacket closer to her body. “Colour me impressed.” Eleanor said with a faint smile, tracing a hand over her skin curiously. She didn’t feel or look different but she trusted Uriel’s word.

Flexing her hands unsurely, Eleanor almost missed the exhaustion in Uriel’s voice. Looking him over he did look like something the cat had just dragged in. She looked at him unsurely as he tried to reassure her. Taking a step away from the wall closer to Uriel, she reached a hand out but paused half way and withdrew her hand. “I think you need something more than just rest. Do you need some medicine of some type? I think there’s an apothecary just around the corner that can help. I don’t think they have anything for ‘magical exhaustion’ but if we just ask them for something to help with exhaustion and lack of energy they will point us in the right direction.” Eleanor prattled on for a minute. She watched Uriel cautiously, not sure if she should offer him her support or not. She wasn’t sure if he was one of those people who felt insulted when others tried to help him. “There are a few holes in your little plan.” Eleanor said, shifting uncomfortably beside Uriel. She busied her hands with tying a braid into her hair. “What happens when (or if) we do start making peace talks with the Greeks? They won’t recognize me and my camp will get suspicious as to where I’ve been flitting off to every weekend. They won’t question me if I leave every so often but if I’m leaving camp consistently, they will notice. Our kind has a very strong bond with our Godly parent and Godly half of our family. It would be strange to see me leaving camp so willingly. It’s unnatural to us to be interested in mortal affairs for us.” Eleanor admitted. “That plan might work once or twice but not for very long.” She went slightly red in the face. “That is, if you want to see me more than once or twice. If you don’t that is perfectly fine with me.” There she went, assuming things again. What if Uriel didn’t like her after so many days of being together? It was unlikely enough that anyone would regularly want to hang out with Eleanor on a normal basis, but on top of there being a war? She wouldn’t be surprised if the pressure was too much and they would split by the end of the month. The thought was both a comfort and painful one.

She was knocked out of her little pity party by Uriel suddenly cutting himself off. Eleanor saw the blood dripping from his nose for an instant and felt her heart clench unwittingly at the sight. “Revitalize?” Eleanor asked curiously before he staggered in her direction. She automatically reached up her arms around his neck and willingly stepped into Uriel’s warmth. She took a moment to lament over the amount of height he had on her before she returned Uriel’s smile. “What do I look like to you? A Fountain of Youth?” She grumbled half-heartedly.

Eleanor let Uriel push her up against the alley wall with a soft laugh. She would let him over power her this time. But he had better not get used to it. Also, with the added bonus of letting him control the kiss was enough to make her submitting behaviour worth it. Eleanor let out a soft moan of satisfaction as Uriel kissed her so perfectly. She had to ruin the experience slightly because she was smiling too much. This time she didn’t try to follow after him when he broke off. She knew that they had all the time in the world. This wasn’t going to end any time soon, if she had any say in the matter. Eleanor tangled one of her hands into Uriel’s hair lightly and the other hand was placed lightly on the column of Uriel’s neck, feeling for his pulse. She just relaxed into Uriel’s embrace and let him kiss her all over her face. She couldn’t get the ridiculous smile off of her face if she wanted to. “I’m not quite as special as you apparently.” Eleanor said softly, gesturing towards the place where the runes had resided only a few minutes ago. She promptly smothered her own little insecurities with Uriel’s lips. For a few seconds she just stood there content with kissing the possible man of her dreams in a sketchy side alley.

Eleanor reluctantly pulled away from Uriel and took a deep breath. “I’m a Norse demigod.” She admitted before kissing Uriel shyly again. She pulled away quickly so she could continue. “I live in a place called Camp Midgard where I rule as the leader, a position we call the Aesir, and I am daughter of Forseti, the God of Justice and Order.” She said all in one breath, as if it physically pained her to admit it out loud. Eleanor pushed Uriel back slightly so she could unzip her jacket and slip it off her shouldes. She tossed it off to the side and ran a hand down her collar bone to show Uriel her tattoos from camp.


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