Memory Hall

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[ ;D ]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((lol I have))

Adrian grinned, pressing her closer into his body. He felt the sweet warmness of their bodies (( Thatbis so weird)) and didn't want to stop kissing her.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((brb to Donna))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[OK. xD Donna. LOL.]

Amidst the dark sweet pleasure of kissing Adrian Sappho felt a little nudge-- she'd rather be someplace private. With another breath that washed over Adrian's face, she leaned her forehead against his, unable to resist another quick kiss.

"We should go somewhere private," she murmured.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((I'm laughing for no reason at the "that's so weird". xD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[^^ xD]

[Moon]

Whimsicality wrote: "[OK. xD Donna. LOL.]

Amidst the dark sweet pleasure of kissing Adrian Sappho felt a little nudge-- she'd rather be someplace private. With another breath that washed over Adrian's face, she leaned..."

((Oh no. There might be another Aureline incident that is to come. xD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Sappho would never. xD]

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Lightfeather ☼☺♥ wrote: "((I'm laughing for no reason at the "that's so weird". xD))"

((Wanna poof Katie and Stephen somewhere else? Sappho and Adrian need privacy ;D))

[Moon]

Whimsicality wrote: "[Sappho would never. xD]"

((Jk. xD))

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((Ahaha! Poor Aureline
@Silver-Surez! Where to?))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Um... Amphitheatere?))

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((Kay! *poof*))

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Whimsicality wrote: "[OK. xD Donna. LOL.]

Amidst the dark sweet pleasure of kissing Adrian Sappho felt a little nudge-- she'd rather be someplace private. With another breath that washed over Adrian's face, she leaned..." ((heheheh I mean dinna but it spell checked me))

Adrian fingered one of her newly short locks, smiling and breathing hard. "Of course." He whispered in reply. "Where?" He added after a second.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[I know, that's what made me giggle xD]

"The grotto would be fitting," Sappho said with a breathless smile and blush, threading her fingers through his and tugging him up and away... so their love could be expressed in words and kisses.

Poetry in motion.

[Fade? ;) ]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((Fade to nothing or grotto?))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Grotto would be poof, fade would be let the viewers use their imaginations... xD]

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

(("let the viewers use their imaginations" That would be me! (x))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Ahaha, yep!!]

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Inagination? Um... Lol. XD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Again-- Sappho wouldn't do that. :3]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((XD lol, kaaaaayyy))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((I was thinking something less mild!! Not really. XD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[....... Oh Silvy.]

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((You kbow you love me! XD))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Katie strolled into the hall, eyes wide with awe. Her hand was slipped into Stephen's, and she smiled at the warmth her hand was getting. She turned back to him with a smile. "I think you'll love it here," she commented honestly.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Stephen returned the smile. "I didn't know you liked history," he commented, eyes traveling to the wall covered in portraits.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Well, I like some history. I'm not all that fond of learning about the Bering land bridge or anything like that. Though, I do enjoy reading Achilles stories." She glanced around the hall, looking for something she might enjoy.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

"Greek heros?" Stephen nodded, understanding. "Like Jason and Hercules?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

She turned back to meet his olive green gaze, heart leaping as she did. "Yup," she replied with a breezy smile. "Though more Hercules than Jason."

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Stephen smiled slightly at the reply. "I'm more of a Jason fan," he admited. "Except the part when he left his girlfriend for someone else."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Hey! You found it! :3))

Katie made a face, turning to look at a statue that had suddenly caught her attention. "Yes. That's un-honorable."

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((Yesh! x) I'm proud of myself.))
Stephen flushed faintly, forming an argument that would position his hero in a better light. "But he was able to get the Golden Fleece and-," he began, then stopped as he noticed Katie wasn't listening. He followed her gaze to the figure in marble and smiled.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Katie was a girl. Girls could multi-task. She looked back at him, taking a side-step toward him. "That's true. I'm just saying that that certain thing isn't right. Though, I don't exactly know what happened, so I shouldn't have an opinion."

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((xD))
Stephen realized that in the group Katie group up in, she probably didn't read much about old Greek stories. He let her off on that fact and turned again tot he statue. "Pretty isn't it?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

()You like that? I'm just thar way lol.))

Katie nodded slowly, thumb caressing his smooth skin. "Very. Do you know what it is?" Like almost always, Stephen was right. Katie didn't read much on ancient Greek stories. She'd rather use her sword.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((Totally. ;) What should the statue be?))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Duh... the... three Medusa sisters?))

[Moon]

Leena traipsed into the nearly empty hall, feeling rather hollow. Lately, that had been all that she had felt, or rather, not felt. No emotion, not even anger or rage, seemed to come through. An empty instrument case would be an accurate metaphor.

She sighed, and the sound echoed throughout the extensive gallery.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

The entry of another person tore Aureline’s gaze away from the impeccably sculpted marble statue of Eros and Psyche, entwined in a lover’s embrace. Cool ash-grey eyes turned and fell to the floor, moving away from the hall, but snapped up as they feel upon a familiar pair of high-heeled lace-up boots. She studied the black suede for a moment before sweeping her gaze up to meet Leena’s defiantly. Her mouth, however, was twisted in a line of regret as well as disgust.

Provoking and rebuking such a hideously twisted creature is a crime. I should apologize.

[Moon]

Leena, however, remained lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't ate much lately, but she didn't feel any hunger pangs. She had just felt sleepy lately, as if she had been under the inluence of Hypnos himself. This, in turn, made her energy decrase, and she had not tortured anyone in days. She wanted to, just to get a reaction out of somebody, but no energy equaled no psychological games with anyone. Her hair now hung limp, and even her cheekbones were affected. They stood out, even more prominent than before, but she didn't notice such things. It was lucky that she even got out of bed at all anymore.

[Sorry for the slow postie. I had some homework to finish, and I completed it.]

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[It's OK! ^^ Hehe. [] now, eh?]

An arm went to wrap itself around her waist in an unconscious motion of protection while the other remained limp at her side. Cold winds were nothing compared to the calculating look on the daughter of Boreas' face.

"Leena."

Ice-cold and cutting, it was said in a quiet tone nevertheless, and there was none of the protective aggression that had triggered the use of her powers earlier that week.

She waited to see what the girl-- who seemed drawn, wan skin stretched about her cheekbones and making them jutting and pronounced-- would do, the reaction, and would judge on what to say on that.

[Moon]

[Lol, yes.]
A mop of thin hair jerked back, toward where the voice came from. Utter surprise registered on the girl's face as she looked at the face of the Boreas girl. However, no word came out of her mouth, and only a nod acknowledged the fact that she heard Aureline.

She was in no mood to really do anything. Being tired was the predominant thought in her head. She didn't have enough energy to even eat. She had only been able to take a bath, go to sleep, take a bath, and to wandera little throughout camp lately.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

She seemed very tired, Aureline thought suddenly, her cold eyes travelling over the lank hair, the listless eyes, the drawn skin. Tired and pale. Odd for a monster who liked to torture others just for the amusement of seeing them cry in pain.

Mulling over what to say for a moment before speaking, for she did want to say something, Aureline passed a hand over the wild platinum curls tucked away in a side braid, an ounce of regret putting way through her eyes.

"I regret what happened earlier this week. I was wrong to lose my temper."

[Moon]

Forgiveness. A human instinct. Something that people did when they finally were sure of the other person's actions. Leena,too, had human emotions, but they were rusty. She had already lost some emotions too.

When she heard Aureline's apology, she stayed quiet briefly. She softly tapped one of her boots against the marble(?) floor, and pondered hat to verbalize. nd before she lost her courage, she opened her mouth to speak.


"I..." Leena's voice cracked before she continued. Was she really going to say that, even after what had happened? "I... f-f-forgive you. I'm sorry for what I did too. Really. I really am."

Leena shuddered involuntarily as she spoke the words. She wasn't the type to forgive, but Leena decided that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't hurt to have an ally at camp. Her blue eyes showed honesty, and nothing but. She nervously bit a non-existant nail.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Grey eyes widened-- just by a fraction. Just enough to show that Aureline was taken aback by this.

Because never, ever, ever had the daughter of the god of panic demonstrated such an extent of regret for her actions.

She was uncertain of what to do. Susanna would have known exactly how to comfort and warm-- Aureline could only tell that Leena looked horrible and was in desperate need of some sort of friendship. Like she had been two years ago. A broken, cold, husk of an icicle.

Tentatively she cocked her head to the side, wetting her lips before speaking:

"I forgive you. Do you... what... what's been bothering you?"

[Moon]

"Thank you." The words spoken by Aureline were just three words, but they were words of power, of change.

"I don't really know. I'm hot and I'm cold. Hunger slips in and sneaks out. I've been sleeping as much as nineteen hours a day. It's been a cycle for the past few days. I'm practically a broken machine."

Leena ran a hand through her limp hair, and was shocked to see clumps of it fall out. Am I really in such a bad state?, thought Leena. She was momentarily dumbstruck.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Did something trigger it?"

Her mouth tightened in alarm as limp dark strands of hair fell out from that one simple motion. Now Aureline was by far no expert on emotions and feelings. Her own was a tangled mess; how was she supposed to make sense of hers let alone others? But hair falling out did not signify a healthy life and Aureline felt a twinge of pity for the girl who had destroyed herself with her power.

[Moon]

"I don't think that anything triggered it." Truth be told, Leena had fallen into a melancholy state for no apparent reason. She didn't why it had suddenly made her the way she currently was, but she knew it herself that it was abnormal.

She didn't realize that life just catches up to you when you least expect it.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

To this Aureline had no reply. It felt odd-- the only person she really talked to anymore was Dante, and he was simply infuriating at best. But she loved him and she understood him the most-- of anyone living, at least-- though he remained coated in a dark, burning enigma. Deciphering that was too much for Aureline and so she reverted to teasing him. But she couldn't very well tease Leena. What to do?

So Aureline went and sat down on a cold marble bench, and after surveying Leena for a moment, patted the cold stone with a hand, inviting her to come and share.