Post by Nicholas Collins on Nov 28, 2014 17:12:43 GMT -8
all that you rely on
AND ALL THAT YOU CAN FAKE
Nicholas sighed heavily and fell back under the water. He brought himself up and wiped the lake's water from his eyes. It felt good to just relax and swim around in the lake. It was late, but not so late that he'd get busted for breaking curfew because it wasn't quite curfew yet. Most people were avoiding the lake because the water was freezing cold. He could see a light in the distance and guessed that the others were gathered around the bonfire and listening to the Apollo cabin sing. As much as he would have liked to go and appreciate the lovely singing that came with Will Solace and Toby Davis' faces, and one of his best friends, Toni, he wanted some peace and quiet.
The lake had been freezing when he'd first entered but after swimming around it for some time, he'd gotten used to the cold. He'd probably catch a cold, which was anything but hot on him.
The son of Aphrodite had a lot on his mind. He wanted to see that Egyptian again, but had no way of contacting him. And then there was Sian. Poor, sweet, heart-sick Sian. He desperately wanted to make her pain go away but that wasn't within his powers. He could charmspeak, but he wasn't as strong as some of his half-sisters.
He groaned in frustration and then swam back to shore. Getting out of the lake, he snatched up a towel and wrapped it around his now freezing body. He was shivering, teeth chattering. He started to dry himself off, though he thought he looked hot soaking wet, he didn't feel hot. His mind worked the best when he was under some sort of distress, however.
Looking at the fashion-loving demigod, you wouldn't think he was any good in a fight, but he was the exact opposite. He could kick ass when he wanted to, especially if he needed to. He was very good at improvising when plans didn't work the way they were supposed to. He was a survivor. It was something others didn't expect, especially if they knew he was a spoiled only-child. Most thought he was just a pretty face, which he took as a half-compliment. Blood and sweat didn't look good on him, but if he had to protect a friend, the camp, or his sisters, he'd stop caring about how he looked, at least for a moment.
Hearing what sounded like footsteps, Nicky wrapped the towel around him and looked up. He recognized the demigod, though he couldn't quite put his finger on who her parent was. She was a shy girl, if he remembered correctly. He wasn't quite sure what her name was or if she'd know his name. Had he ever heard her even speak? He didn't think so, at least not to him.
"Hey!" he called over in greeting before walking over to her. He didn't like not knowing a fellow camper. He liked being able to decide whether he liked someone or not early into their stay at camp.
The lake had been freezing when he'd first entered but after swimming around it for some time, he'd gotten used to the cold. He'd probably catch a cold, which was anything but hot on him.
The son of Aphrodite had a lot on his mind. He wanted to see that Egyptian again, but had no way of contacting him. And then there was Sian. Poor, sweet, heart-sick Sian. He desperately wanted to make her pain go away but that wasn't within his powers. He could charmspeak, but he wasn't as strong as some of his half-sisters.
He groaned in frustration and then swam back to shore. Getting out of the lake, he snatched up a towel and wrapped it around his now freezing body. He was shivering, teeth chattering. He started to dry himself off, though he thought he looked hot soaking wet, he didn't feel hot. His mind worked the best when he was under some sort of distress, however.
Looking at the fashion-loving demigod, you wouldn't think he was any good in a fight, but he was the exact opposite. He could kick ass when he wanted to, especially if he needed to. He was very good at improvising when plans didn't work the way they were supposed to. He was a survivor. It was something others didn't expect, especially if they knew he was a spoiled only-child. Most thought he was just a pretty face, which he took as a half-compliment. Blood and sweat didn't look good on him, but if he had to protect a friend, the camp, or his sisters, he'd stop caring about how he looked, at least for a moment.
Hearing what sounded like footsteps, Nicky wrapped the towel around him and looked up. He recognized the demigod, though he couldn't quite put his finger on who her parent was. She was a shy girl, if he remembered correctly. He wasn't quite sure what her name was or if she'd know his name. Had he ever heard her even speak? He didn't think so, at least not to him.
"Hey!" he called over in greeting before walking over to her. He didn't like not knowing a fellow camper. He liked being able to decide whether he liked someone or not early into their stay at camp.
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