Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] While the son of Mercury likely pondered whether or not he should risk contact with her wreath, Astrid took the opportunity to get a drink of water from the bottle she kept stashed in the gym bag she had brought with her to the track. Despite the other demigod's attempts to shake her, the daughter of Victoria felt she still had a good chance of winning the race--it was quite literally in her blood to win, after all. While she was capable of losing, the odds were almost always stacked in her favor, and this was no different.[break][break]
Hawke scoffed in response, "Here, I'll help you discern the difference." she replied, "delusions are generally unattainable, while facts are grounded in reality." the blonde explained, "See I'm down here," she continued, crouching down to let her hand graze the ground, "in reality." she elaborated, "While you're there," she said, pointing at a passing cloud in the sky, "unattainable because you've got no way of reaching it." she finished with a smug grin. The Centurion was being a bit condescending but she felt it was a bit warranted with the way the other demigod had been antagonizing her.[break][break]
Astrid snorted at the other demigod's comment. "Are you sure you're not a son of Venus, Nielsen?" she asked, her eyes following the movement of his fingers. "You seem to think you can get pretty far on your looks alone if you aren't one." she pointed out, it was much more fitting for a child of the goddess of beauty rather than a child of the god of messengers and thieves. The blonde followed Isaak's lead in making her way to the starting line, judging by the current time the foot race would be starting soon and she couldn't win a race if she didn't start it. She did some last-minute stretches as the son of Mercury preened not far from her. Hawke worked on focusing on her goal and not her competitor, all she needed was to keep her eye on the prize and this win was in the bag.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] It seemed that the son of Mercury wasn't planning on stopping his ineffective workout, so Astrid took the time to distance herself from the taller demigod a bit lest she be smacked by his flailing arms. She supposed Isaak was engaging his arms but the energy wasn't really doing anything meaningful for him, at least from what she could tell. It seemed like a waste of energy instead, really. Maybe he'd spend all of it doing this and completely wipe out during the race, she certainly wouldn't be opposed.[break][break]
The blonde couldn't help but laugh at the other demigod's now frantic attempts to rid himself of her laurel leaves. It was clear he didn't quite have a grasp on what the term ingested had meant. She really should tell him, but it was far more entertaining to see him panic over something relatively harmless. "Then I'll be extra careful not to give you that winning laurel." the Centurion responded with a smirk, "After all, it's made of the same material and we can't have your fragile demeanor getting damaged by foliage." she added. Nielsen clearly wanted nothing to do with her leaves after that misconception, so he likely wouldn't want a wreath anymore.[break][break]
Hawke scrunched her nose, clearly nothing she had said gotten through Isaak's thick skull and she wasn't going to make another failed attempt at trying to get her point across. Better than him at that, the daughter of Victoria would bet she was better at him than several things, not just the ability to track her own statistics. "Yes," she responded, her fake smile returning "I'm glad you have the ability to recognize that I'm better than you." the blonde commented, twisting his words in her favor. At this point she was wondering what the other demigod had done to earn a place in the third cohort, he must have had one Hades of a recommendation letter or good combat skills or something that had justified his placement. Astrid rolled her eyes, "Being cute doesn't win races, Nielsen." she pointed out, "It's just a coincidence that I am, not a factor of my success." she added as she resumed her warm-up exercises now that the...minor distraction was resolved.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid's brow furrowed, his usage of her full name and titles caused her to completely gloss over the fact that he'd called her a cheater. Well, not completely, she wasn't particularly thrilled he had accused her of being a cheater, but it was so weird to address her that way. "Alright then Isaak Nielsen, son of Mercury, legionnaire of third cohort," she mimicked, refusing to let the other demigod faze her, "keep living in your delusions, I'm sure you'll find reality at some point." she added with a fake smile. The blonde could have laughed at his near faceplant but chose to roll her eyes instead, he could keep at least a shred of his dignity before she left him with none in the race.[break][break]
As the son of Mercury struggled with the leaves, Hawke transitioned from stretches into a warm-up, alternating between high knee kicks and butt kicks, "Make sure you don't swallow any of those by the way." the daughter of Victoria cautioned with a glance at the other demigod. "They're poison if ingested." she elaborated casually, she didn't want to be the one to have to tell the healers another person had gotten poisoned on accident because of her powers, the first time hadn't even been intentional.[break][break]
Nielsen's last comment stopped Hawke dead in her tracks, "You think that scares me?" the Centurion questioned, her blue eyes now making direct contact with the other demigod's. The daughter of Victoria had to stop herself from flat out laughing in Isaak's face, "Do you know what my win/lose ratio has been for the last 23 years of my life, Nielsen?" she asked, her tone serious--he had picked the wrong thing to doubt her on. "426/439." Astrid stated plainly, she and her father always kept a close eye on her statistics, it wasn't a number she'd ever forget. "That's a 3 percent chance of you winning, and I. Don't. Lose." she elaborated, a 97% win rate wasn't anything to mess with. "Really cute that you think you have a chance though."[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Isaak Nielsen [break] WORDS: 356 [break] NOTES : yes i did do the math for this ope
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Of course, Mateo had nothing to say in response to that, just giving her the smug smirk he always wore around her instead. If he wanted to be silent, Astrid wasn't going to be the one to break the silence. Two could play at that game, and the daughter of Victoria intended on winning. The other demigod's lack of a verbal response had been mildly concerning, however, but that could be worried about when she wasn't bathing with him--something she could hardly believe she was doing, considering how the day had started.[break][break]
The blonde's brow quirked slightly as she tried to read the son of Laverna's facial expression, something she had said was clearly not sitting well with him--which meant she needed to be more conscious of her word choice the next time she decided to speak up. Hawke didn't want to upset the thief as a consequence of poor word choice, but at the same time, she didn't want to walk on eggshells to avoid souring his mood. Most importantly, however, the Centurion didn't want the dynamic they'd created over the past six years to disappear just because they were now doing other things.[break][break]
Astrid blinked in surprise as her hand reached Mateo's intended target, it was stupid, but she had admittedly forgotten that inconvenience was something men experienced--it wasn't something she thought about often, or at all for that matter. In all honesty, she couldn't believe she had caused it, really. Before she could spend any more time thinking that she had in fact caused it, Kerčić's lips on hers cut off her train of thought and she found herself lost in another kiss with the son of Laverna. The Centurion wrapped her legs around Mateo's waist once again, arms finding their way around his neck as they kissed. The support was needed to avoid falling, and she was vaguely aware of the other demigod pressing against the underside of her thigh as they moved. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, she found, as the feeling in the pit of her stomach returned, the kiss only fueling the fire.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] The blonde simply shrugged in response to the other demigod's commentary, she doubted most of the people at camp had met their parents, and if they had they'd probably done some great feat in order to have been graced with their divine presence. Sure, Astrid was good at winning things, but that likely wasn't a surprise to the goddess of victory--it didn't bother her too much anyway. The demigod's dad had done a good job of raising her, and the only time it was awkward was when her mortal friends had asked where her mother was and she had to come up with an excuse for something she didn't have the answer to.[break][break]
Hawke raised a brow at the son of Mercury's warm-up technique, "You know I don't think waving your arms like that actually does anything." she pointed out as she stretched her arms behind her. Isaak could hold the misconception that he'd win the foot race as much as he wanted, but there was a reason the daughter of Victoria never participated in track or cross-country--she had always been too fast for it to be fair. Of course, she hadn't known at the time that she was fast due to her divine blood, but her dad had always known, and he was the main factor stopping her from participating in anything involving running--that and conflicting sports seasons.[break][break]
The Centurion wasn't quite sure how the other demigod had gotten to the topic of wreaths, but he hadn't been wrong in his assumption. "Yeah I don't think anyone else can do this, even in the Greek camp." she responded, using her powers as she spoke to create a small bunch of laurel leaves, the greenery sprouting from her fingers. The blonde snorted as her competitor preened, he was overly confident and she hoped that meant he'd slip up as they raced. "It's cute that you think you'll be anywhere near one of my wreaths for this race." Hawke responded with a smirk, "In fact the closest you'll get is these few leaves here, savor them." she quipped, tossing the few leaves she had generated in his general direction like they were confetti. "The only way you're getting a wreath is if you win in another event, assuming you've signed up for others." Hawke added, sure she had placed all of her eggs in one basket, but that was half guilt from her advantage half needing to get other things done while the games happened.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Initially, Astrid hadn't been planning on participating in anything for the Olympics that the camp had set up, she felt like with the combination of her heritage and her status as a Centurion it wasn't particularly fair of her to participate--she had a clear advantage. However, she couldn't just not participate in the foot race, there was no way there was anyone at either camp that was faster than her, and she had to prove it--she had the skills to back it up, after all.[break][break]
Despite her advantage, the daughter of Victoria knew that she wouldn't have a chance at winning if she didn't take the necessary precautions to avoid injury, and the best way to do that was by stretching properly. The blonde had picked a spot off to the side of the track, legs spread into a split as she stretched the limbs. Hawke brought one leg in front of her, reaching up to touch the tip of her shoe while the other stayed in the split then alternated as she took in her surroundings. One of her opponents, a third cohort legionnaire, seemed to have the same idea in actually preparing for the race.[break][break]
As the Centurion continued her stretches, she racked her brain to remember the parentage of the other demigod, it certainly seemed like he didn't exercise very much based on the noises he was emitting, so she could rule out Mars. Astrid finally remembered as she moved onto a butterfly stretch, that they'd raced before, in a much more casual setting--a son of Mercury. Said son of Mercury was apparently interested in being conversational before the race, and Hawke didn't mind indulging. "I'd have to have met my mother to know her opinion on my footwear choices." she replied casually, pushing off the ground and dusting off her athletic shorts. "I'm sure they'll still help me cream you in this race though." she added with a smirk as she began her arm stretches, they weren't enchanted sneakers or anything fancy like that, but Nike shoes typically held up pretty well for running--even going as fast as she did.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Isaak Nielsen [break] WORDS: 361 [break] NOTES : notes go here !!
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid resisted the urge to hide her face in her hands again, instead suppressing a poorly disguised groan at the other demigod. After Mateo had finished laughing at her the blonde gave him a shrug, "I guess we'll never know if I could one-up you, a mystery we'll never solve." she replied, if he was going to laugh at her she had every right to not return the favor to him.[break][break]
Hawke wasn't sure if the son of Laverna had believed her words, she had after all backtracked quite a bit, so it was reasonable for him to doubt her. But her regret at the word choice had been genuine, not that she knew a better word to replace it. Perhaps intentional would have been a better word, had he intended to make her feel that good, had he intended to make her feel things she didn't know she could feel? Regardless of intent, she supposed, it had happened anyway, and even if it had been because of the challenge she was glad it had happened at all.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria released a breath she didn't know she had been holding at the thief's words. While stealing was an entirely different animal compared to what had happened tonight, she wasn't going to point that out to him. "I didn't know it at the beginning of the night, seeing as my ability to sort through feelings isn't top-notch, but I wanted this too." she admitted, it felt strange saying it out loud, and she suddenly knew exactly the other demigod had felt when she brought up the topic in the first place, gods she was a gluteus maximus.[break][break]
The Centurion's brow furrowed as Kerčić sank further beneath the water, resisting a snort now that he was just a head above the water. Astrid felt the other demigod's hand brush hers and she gave it freely to him, wading forward in the water to meet him as he pulled. She wasn't sure what Mateo's plan was, or how they'd be...practicing--but she trusted him, and trusted that he knew what he was doing.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid's cheeks flushed at the implication the son of Laverna had presented, he wasn't necessarily incorrect about her tendencies to strive for perfection, "Practice...does make perfect." the blonde reluctantly agreed, her eyes not meeting his as she glanced down. "Just seems like an odd thing to practice, particularly on my own." she added, rubbing the back of her neck as she spoke--it wasn't as though that would be an independent learning experience. The daughter of Victoria doubted Mateo would see this past being a one-time thing as it was.[break][break]
Hawke suddenly found herself very aware of her surroundings, the feel of the Tepidarium's water on her skin as it flowed around her, the wet strands of hair sticking to her face, and the thick tension hanging in the air from the sudden mood shift between the two of them. Clearly Mateo had felt it too, judging by his own change in demeanor. The Centurion watched the other demigod's movements out of the corner of her eye, not wanting it to be too obvious that she was invested in his response.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria turned to face Mateo as he said her name, her attention focused on him as he spoke. "I think...serious was the wrong word." the blonde responded, "I don't want anything to change either, aside from doing this more often as you said, but..." she paused, trying to think of a good way to phrase what she wanted to say next. "I just wasn't sure if you had done any of this because of the challenge, or if this had actually been something you wanted." she clarified, hoping it made sense. Despite the minor annoyance, Hawke didn't want Kerčić to stop antagonizing her, that was their routine--but she also wouldn't mind if things like tonight were to happen either. Astrid didn't expect Mateo to change the way he was, and she didn't want him to change that. She'd be perfectly fine if he also did things like this as well, even without changing the rest of his attitude, it wouldn't be him if he changed that.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid snorted in amusement, "I think we both know how poorly that would end." she responded, she thought she had proven quite well that she didn't know what she was doing in ventures such as this, and it'd likely take quite a bit of practice before she'd be able to match his performance. "I don't think my powers would work on that either." she admitted as an afterthought.[break][break]
Hawke made a futile attempt to move some of the wet strands of hair that were now sticking to the front of her face back so they were back in their proper place, a small semblance of control over her surroundings. As always the water of the Tepidarium was comfortable, not hot enough to the point that it was stifling like the air of the Sudatoria was. The blonde sat a respectable distance away from the other demigod, a stark contrast to the closeness they had shared not long ago.[break][break]
The Centurion shook her head, hoping the motion would will the topic she had brought up to go away, she had regretted the words as soon as they had left her mouth. "Nothing, forget I said anything." she responded with a bit of a forced smile, "I think my brain hasn't quite caught up to thinking properly just yet." the daughter of Victoria added, making up an excuse to diffuse the unnecessary awkwardness she had just brought into the conversation. It was stupid of her to have even asked the son of Laverna that, just because he'd been the only person the demigod had ever done much of...anything with, it didn't mean it meant anything to him past winning the challenge he'd initiated--a chance to prove her wrong.[break][break]
After something like this though, Astrid wasn't sure what her dynamic with the thief was, which was why she had asked the stupid question in the first place. Now she just wanted to sink beneath the water and forget she existed, but that wasn't an option at this point--Mateo knew far too well that she existed, especially after tonight.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid had lost the challenge, there really wasn't any other way to put it. Mateo had not failed to deliver on his promise, and the daughter of Victoria wasn't even sure if she could be mad about it. While the experience had been entirely new and foreign and not at all what she had expected, it had felt good, and she found herself hoping that anything Mateo had introduced her to tonight wasn't just because of the challenge. The son of Laverna's kisses on her calf and subsequently raised gooseflesh pulled the blonde out of her thoughts, though she decided to lay on the tiles for just a bit longer--the coolness was helping her regain her bearings and pull her back on track to actually functioning properly.[break][break]
Hawke stayed on the ground a bit more, from a mixture of not wanting to face the thief just yet and not quite having the energy to do so, she found it quite comfortable really. Eventually, the Centurion had to face the facts, so she settled for leaning back on her elbows as the other demigod spoke up. "I don't know, Kerčić." the demigod responded with a lopsided smile, as she looked at Mateo "It's...possible you won this challenge, only because I didn't use my powers, clearly." she added, returning the teasing.[break][break]
The Centurion stifled a laugh as she sat up, watching as Mateo submerged himself in the waters of the Tepidarium. It seemed he had planned on using the baths for their intended purpose after all tonight. It reminded Astrid that she had yet to bathe today as well, and should take advantage of the empty baths as he had. Using her hand to steady herself, the blonde stood and removed her shorts and her navel piercing--adding them to her pile--before entering the baths herself. Hawke followed Mateo's suit, dunking her head underwater and emerging with her hair a few shades darker. "Listen," she said, her voice serious as she made her way near the other demigod, "was all of this serious for you, or just part of the challenge?" she asked.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid shuddered under Mateo's touch, though she attributed the involuntary response to an unexpected change of temperature in the Tepidarium, rather than anything related to their current circumstances. Each touch from the other demigod felt like a fire igniting on her skin and they left her craving more. The near sensory overload was leaving the demigod unable to formulate a proper response to the son of Laverna, he had followed through on his promise of shutting her up--at least for now. It was taking more effort than it should have been to keep working towards winning this challenge, but she'd be lying if she tried to pretend this didn't feel good.[break][break]
The Centurion hadn't really paid much attention to it before, but her heart was racing, half stemming from anxiety and half from the anticipation at what Kerčić would do next. The blonde did her best to move with the other demigod, working to avoid undoing his careful work by stopping her wet calf, now level with the edge of the baths, from sliding back in. The daughter of Victoria inhaled sharply once more as the taller demigod snapped her bra strap with his teeth, refusing to give in to him so soon. That effort was nearly dashed as Mateo moved his mouth to her industrial piercing, "Gods, Kerčić." she made out, voice ragged and barely louder than a whisper--she didn't think she had enough breath left for anything louder. The motion had created an unfamiliar feeling of tension in the pit of her stomach that in turn was now impairing her thought process.[break][break]
As Mateo pulled back from her piercing, Hawke found herself missing the close contact as their eyes met. The command from the son of Laverna suddenly had the Centurion feeling like the lamb cornered by the lion. Yet, as vulnerable as she now felt, Astrid complied with his motions, feeling inexplicably safe in this situation as the back of her head connected with the comparatively cool tiles behind her. Despite losing visuals, the blonde flinched momentarily as the thief flicked her navel piercing before he continued.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid's words must have sparked something in the other demigod, judging by the force that he had kissed her with in response. The blonde's hormones thankfully took over as she reciprocated, without the serotonin and dopamine flooding her brain she likely wouldn't be keeping up quite as well as she had been. The demigod inhaled sharply as the thief's hands traveled across her bare skin once more, his action serving only to deepen the kiss as their bodies inched closer to one another. As the son of Laverna pulled her closer, Hawke did her share of the work and adjusted her position on the tile floor to be as close to the edge of the baths as possible without falling in, her chest now almost completely flush with his.[break][break]
As Mateo broke away, the blonde took a moment to catch her breath--considering he seemed to be intent on stealing it away. The Centurion gasped quietly as he continued his kisses, this time trailing up her jaw, she was determined to win this challenge, and avoid alerting any passersby to what was happening. "I think you know my answer to that, Kerčić." Hawke replied, her voice a bit shaky as she struggled to keep it even after his actions, his breath against her ear was making her feel...a lot of things that she absolutely would not be admitting to the other demigod.[break][break]
"You've known me long enough to know I don't back down from a challenge." Astrid reasoned, feeling like she was at a disadvantage seeing as she currently couldn't see his facial expression. "You've proven you're...quite skilled at this." the daughter of Victoria admitted, "But you still haven't fulfilled the terms of the challenge." she pointed out, despite what he'd done so far he hadn't actually proven he could do what he said he'd be able to do. She was almost taunting him with it now, despite...several parts of her wanting the son of Laverna to justify his words with his actions.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Despite Astrid's general need, no maybe want was a better word for it, for control in her interactions with others, she only felt a slight twinge of disappointment in relinquishing the control for once. She had handed Mateo the reins and for once actually trusted the other demigod, something she had never done in the six years she'd known him, he hadn't really given her a reason to, before now.[break][break]
The sudden movement after spending what had felt like a lifetime with her back to the wall would have likely caused Hawke to fall over, had the son of Laverna not carefully placed his hands beneath her thighs, surprisingly making her feel quite secure. Despite the sense of security it had given the daughter of Victoria, her swift removal from the hot surface was much appreciated, verbalized with an embarrassed "Thanks." to the other demigod under her breath. The two demigods had spent so much of their time at camp working against each other the pleasantness of this situation felt foreign.[break][break]
The Centurion's eyes widened at the son of Laverna's suggestion, ready to bite back at him before she realized he was doing quite the opposite. "Wait, Mateo I'm still wearing my shoes!" the blonde exclaimed with a laugh, her voice nearly raising an octave in the latter half of her statement as she tried (and failed) to keep her black Nike sneakers out of the water as he carried her in. Now seated on the edge of the baths, her sneakers absolutely soaked at this point, Hawke slouched a bit before reaching into the water and removing her waterlogged shoes and socks, tossing them in the general direction of her bag, her legs now flanking Mateo on either side under the water. Clearly her years of gymnastics had served her well when it came to retrieving wet articles of clothing. "I think," the Centurion said, placing her arms back on the taller demigod's shoulders as he had taught her, "I might have interrupted something you were trying to show me."
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] At the back of her mind, Astrid wondered how late it had gotten since this meeting had begun, whether or not anyone would notice that she was missing from her rounds. Mateo had joked about punishment from a Centurion, but the blonde did not want any of the other Centurions to find out about her shirking her duties to make out with her rival. It hadn't started that way, and she hadn't expected it to get this point--but this is where the meeting had progressed, regardless of intent. At the same time, there was a part of Hawke that...almost didn't care about the consequences, almost.[break][break]
Really the daughter of Victoria had surprised herself that she hadn't pushed Mateo's advances away, she'd never thought about doing anything in this...field of expertise but for whatever reason, she was open to doing things with Mateo, both now and in the future. That...was another thing to add to her list of things she needed to unpack later, she needed to focus on the present, rather than overanalyzing her own actions. Hawke half-heartedly rolled her eyes in response, "Alright Kerčić, I'll trust you to take the lead--just this once." she replied, though really he had already been taking the lead--and quite well, not that she'd admit that to him.[break][break]
On the bright side, the thief hadn't laughed in her face at the blonde's admission of incompetence, instead grinning like a fox. The demigod raised a brow as Mateo let go of her waist to run his hands down her arms, gooseflesh appearing wherever his deft hands had touched her skin. Astrid decided her wrists on the other demigod's shoulders did feel more natural, and she made a mental note so she wouldn't forget for future encounters. "Oh." was her first reaction to the new position, her back now pressed against the very hot wall, she instinctively wrapped her legs around the taller demigod's waist as she returned the kiss. The Centurion pulled back early, "As nice as that is, the hot wall is burning my back." she admitted sheepishly with an awkward smile.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] As far as kisses went, Astrid wasn't sure if they were supposed to be as intoxicating as Mateo's but if they were it seemed she had been missing out for most of her life--assuming it wasn't the swirl of emotions she was currently experiencing, though she supposed she had to give him some credit for most of those. The blonde certainly hadn't envisioned either of them in this position when the day started, especially not considering their rather...contentious history that involved antagonizing each other at every chance they got. Well, mostly Mateo antagonizing her knowing she'd rise to the bait every time.[break][break]
Hawke inhaled sharply again when the son of Laverna rested his hands on her hips as they kissed, she wasn't quite sure why that felt so good but she certainly didn't want him to stop doing it. Her own hands were where they had been when the other demigod initiated the kiss, hanging at her sides. She supposed she should do something about that, but she found herself really not wanting to screw this up, and she was fairly sure she wasn't meant to mirror Mateo's hand movements.[break][break]
The Centurion found herself not wanting to separate herself from the son of Laverna. There was a lot happening at once, anxiety mixed with bursts of serotonin from the kiss combined with confusion at the situation they'd found themselves in. Astrid laughed quietly in response to the question, her blue eyes glancing down to confirm that she was in fact still feeling his hands on her waist. "I believe you said I'd be loud, and you haven't quite accomplished that yet, have you Kerčić?" she responded, a large part of her was genuinely interested in whatever he had planned. "I've got to be honest though I feel like I'm not doing you any favors by not knowing what to do with my hands." the blonde admitted, her cheeks flushing red from her inexperience in something like this.[break][break]
Ave, demigod! Over the next month, all new threads created may be attacked by the Fates at any time, unless specified in the subheader. All random events will be based on prompts from the randomizer. Please refer to the event guide #2 for further and more detailed information about your character's possible fate.
GHF is the product of the mind of addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian.
this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by haya to fit the site's concept and needs.
most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds.
all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners.
if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
