its a snowball war

She should have expected this. After all, there was snow and she knew the Hermes kids couldn’t resist. Yet Zoey was taken off guard as a snowball came into contact with the back of her neck. She suppressed a yelp at the cold and stood up from the Poseidon table. She looked around for the perpetrator, wondering if it had been Connor or Percy. She couldn’t tell who had thrown the snowball at her, but she grinned wickedly when her eyes settled onto Connor.

The young daughter of Poseidon got down and scooped up some snow in her gloved hands. She crawled her way around the pavilion, stopping every time someone almost saw her. She worked her way up behind Connor. Careful to make as little noise as possible, she slowly reached over and lightly pulled back on the collar of his shirt. In a swift movement, she stuffed her small handful of snow down the back of his shirt. “Gotcha!” she cheered before bursting into a small fit of laughter.

Clarisse was going to kill those clones. She got on the ground with the rest of her cabin and had a couple of her siblings push their table onto its side so it stood like a wall. She peered over the top to see if she could spot Chris. She couldn’t. She got back down and growled with frustration. “You two,” she said, pointing at a brother and sister. “Go to the left and take out as many as you can. You three –” Her words were cut short as one of her brothers came running back to them. He quickly explained about his retreat – she glared at him about that until he stuttered in fear. Children of Ares didn’t retreat. They won.

“Take me to them,” she ordered and the rest of her cabin followed back to the group. It was more of a war than a snowball fight. “Attack!” she ordered and her entire cabin threw volleys of snowballs at the other demigods – a bit more harshly than they needed to. There was no doubt that those demigods would have bruises.

Toby slightly yelped as a snowball slugged into his ribs. How could snow actually hurt? He looked over and caught sight of Rachel ducking behind her tree. He glanced down at the snow before scooping some up and patting it into a ball. He moved himself so he could see behind the tree and drew his arm back. He took aim, preparing as if the ball was an arrow. She may have been the Oracle, but the son of Apollo wasn’t afraid to hit her with a snowball. He threw the snowball, adding a curve to it so it wouldn’t hit the tree, straight at the redhead.

Kevin, for once, hadn’t been reading a book. He’d been reading manga – Pandora Hearts, one of his favorites. Needless to say, he was reading as he walked. A pair of Hermes children hesitated. Apparently Travis had made him and his little cabin off limits. He wasn’t aware of the full extent that his boyfriend – he still blushed at the thought of actually having a boyfriend – went to, but he knew that the Hermes kids wouldn’t prank him. However a daughter of Hermes didn’t consider it pranking. With a shrug, she threw a snowball at the rather easy target. She only stayed still long enough to watch it make contact before moving on to her next target.

The snowball hit his hands and a startled noise escaped him as he dropped his manga into the snow, which was just cold water. He quickly scooped the manga back up and brushed the snow off, hoping it wouldn’t leave any damage. He stood up straight and his eyes widened when he caught sight of the snowball war for the first time. He whimpered quietly, not liking his odds of actually eating in the pavilion without getting pelted. And he was hungry.

Sol was up on his feet the moment he got hit. He didn’t do much, he didn’t get out often. He didn’t talk to people much. He didn’t have many friends. He isolated himself. The last person he had ever been really close to – his twin – had died. But for once, his brother wasn’t on his mind. He wasn’t focusing on the guilt he felt. He saw Alyanna and his mind turned to completely useless mush. He eventually registered that she was the one who threw the snowball at him. It took him another moment to realize that he should throw one back. He hadn’t played in the snow since he had been a kid. He grabbed a snowball and grinned at Aly before throwing it in her direction.

Nicholas wanted to bitch at Connor for starting this. He had snow in his hair and down his back. To say he wasn’t happy would have been an understatement. He was always moody when he had to go more than just one day without seeing his hot Egyptian. The snowball war didn’t help. “You little brat!” he practically snarled at a daughter of Hephaestus, who had just hit him in the face and was now laughing her ass off. “Yeah, hahaha!” He laughed with her, one-hundred percent fake before shoving a handful of snow in her face. He whipped his hands and smiled smugly as he walked past her. “Laugh at that.”

Nico was probably the unhappiest of them all. He held his usual jacket so it covered up the sweater he had found in a box wrapped in Christmas paper. It was either from Percy, Annabeth, Rachel, or possibly that Theodore kid. Either way, he felt obliged to wear it. And he thought he looked like an idiot in it. He stood in the shadows, molding into them, and away from the snowballs. Though it wasn’t like anyone tried to hit him – or so it seemed. The campers usually avoided him, apparently even in a snowball war.


WORDS:; 1,004
OUTFITS:; Zoey, Clarisse, Toby, Kevin, Sol, Nicholas, Nico
TAGGED:; Greek demigods
NOTES:; Threw in all my Greeks xD