Jun 7, 2021 16:58:23 GMT -5
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It was a nice early evening. This part of Camp Jupiter appeared to be less crowded than others and Cecily found herself alone in a staring match with a rose bush. Its flower buds a deep, dark crimson. The young demigod had been admiring the gardens ever since arriving at this foreign camp where everything seemed to be ruled by violence and bloodshed, two things Cecily could live without just fine. Camp Half-Blood had seemed like a heavenly hippy camp in comparison minus the occasional Ares camper.
The sun was setting, throwing a blanket of fire across the sky. Violet and pink hues danced across the incoming dusk, and soon all the color would be stripped away from it, turning the skies and inevitable black. The brunette slipped out of her largely oversized denim jacket which she had borrowed from one of her former Hermes cabin mates since running from the chaos at Camp Half-Blood unexpectedly didn’t leave her with the option to take her things with her.
Delicate fingers brushed against a single white rose, lost amidst the crowd of reds. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It reminded Cecily of herself. Unclaimed, not fitting in with the crowd, pretty much lost. But there was always a light in the dark. Et lux in tenebris lucet. Now all of the Greek demigods were just the same. Not fitting in with the way of the Romans. Although, she figured that most could sooner or later adapt. She wasn’t too sure about herself. Was this a new beginning? A new start? Another try?
Cecily leaned forward, emerald eyes focusing on the rose. Unlike the others it hadn’t bloomed yet, so she made it her duty to help. She cupped the flower, carefully, barely touching the soft petals. Bloom, bloom, bloom. She repeated inside her head, unsure if it was going to work at all. The lack of knowledge about her godly parent hadn’t been helping with the whole possible abilities issue. Not to mention control.
Slowly, the petals twitched, until they finally spread outwards - the bud transforming into a flower. Cecily smiled at her achievement, feeling proud, and within just a moment it dropped from her face as she watched the flower turn color, the alabaster fading into a beige, a brown, and ultimately black. It drooped and then irrevocably severed itself from the stem, falling to the ground. Her eyes followed the dead flower as it fell, resting on the leftover of a previously healthy plant as it lay on the dirt.
Upset, the girl dropped into a crouch, hand lashing out at the remaining roses. Immediately, she retrieved her hand after hitting the thorns, a quiet sob escaping her lips out of frustration. She only wanted to help. Instead, she did the opposite and killed the flower. If only she had left it alone and stopped at admiring it from a distance.
It was a nice early evening. This part of Camp Jupiter appeared to be less crowded than others and Cecily found herself alone in a staring match with a rose bush. Its flower buds a deep, dark crimson. The young demigod had been admiring the gardens ever since arriving at this foreign camp where everything seemed to be ruled by violence and bloodshed, two things Cecily could live without just fine. Camp Half-Blood had seemed like a heavenly hippy camp in comparison minus the occasional Ares camper.
The sun was setting, throwing a blanket of fire across the sky. Violet and pink hues danced across the incoming dusk, and soon all the color would be stripped away from it, turning the skies and inevitable black. The brunette slipped out of her largely oversized denim jacket which she had borrowed from one of her former Hermes cabin mates since running from the chaos at Camp Half-Blood unexpectedly didn’t leave her with the option to take her things with her.
Delicate fingers brushed against a single white rose, lost amidst the crowd of reds. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It reminded Cecily of herself. Unclaimed, not fitting in with the crowd, pretty much lost. But there was always a light in the dark. Et lux in tenebris lucet. Now all of the Greek demigods were just the same. Not fitting in with the way of the Romans. Although, she figured that most could sooner or later adapt. She wasn’t too sure about herself. Was this a new beginning? A new start? Another try?
Cecily leaned forward, emerald eyes focusing on the rose. Unlike the others it hadn’t bloomed yet, so she made it her duty to help. She cupped the flower, carefully, barely touching the soft petals. Bloom, bloom, bloom. She repeated inside her head, unsure if it was going to work at all. The lack of knowledge about her godly parent hadn’t been helping with the whole possible abilities issue. Not to mention control.
Slowly, the petals twitched, until they finally spread outwards - the bud transforming into a flower. Cecily smiled at her achievement, feeling proud, and within just a moment it dropped from her face as she watched the flower turn color, the alabaster fading into a beige, a brown, and ultimately black. It drooped and then irrevocably severed itself from the stem, falling to the ground. Her eyes followed the dead flower as it fell, resting on the leftover of a previously healthy plant as it lay on the dirt.
Upset, the girl dropped into a crouch, hand lashing out at the remaining roses. Immediately, she retrieved her hand after hitting the thorns, a quiet sob escaping her lips out of frustration. She only wanted to help. Instead, she did the opposite and killed the flower. If only she had left it alone and stopped at admiring it from a distance.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"]Espen Bekker
