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[., Goddess of Bacon]

"You want to bash up some monsters with me or are you too tired?" Myra asked, fluttering her eyes as a bee got too close. She flapped a hand at it, edging away.

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"I wouldn't do that," Lucas warned as he saw her reaction to the bee. "My mum's allergic to them, she says it's best to leave them alone." His tone grew quieter, thought it was barely noticeable.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I'm allergic, too," Myra said, making a face at the bee and drawing her bow in front of her; a subconscious moment. Her long index finger rested on the string. "Funny how such a small thing causes so much trouble."
Funny how that's synonymous to everything in your life, Myra. And he hasn't answered my question.

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Lucas shrugged, watching the bee fly around in what seemed like circles, stifling a chuckle at it. "I'm sure it has no intention of causing trouble," he mused.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"C'est le meme pour tous les enjeux de la vie," Myra said in the rich fluidity of her mother tongue, speaking softly. She sighed. "Are you joining me in the forest, sleepy-head?" She gave him a tentative smile, though she seemed to have remembered something and a frown was settled in the clear peacock-blue of her eyes.

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"Hmmm, okay. But don't expect me to do much," Lucas said teasingly, moving hand over his mouth to cover it as he yawned. He was curious about the first thing she'd said, but not curious enough to ask about it.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I suppose if I get eaten by a monster, it'll be your fault, then," Myra said, turning away for the forest but slipping her hand in his as she left.

((You know where to go.))

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((I'm glad to say that I do.))

"Entirely," Lucas said with a roll of his eyes, leading her into the forest.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Palming the finished tin apple, Ajax made his way around the camp grounds, glancing at the near-perfect sky he’d grown accustomed to in his stay at Camp Half-Blood.
And it had all started so long ago... not a year into camp, he’d saved that ink-haired daughter of Athena from the drakon...
He chuckled bitterly, feeling a strange urge to whip the apple he’d spent so long on at a wizened oak tree. Not saved. She’d saved herself, of course. She always had.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Chaumelle walked up to where Ajax was standing unconsciously, thinking about her conversation earlier. First the beach, then the cabin... today kept getting better and better.

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Holly paced the grounds, chewing her lip with her brows knit and gaze intense with concentration. That's illogical, it can't be done. If the weight of the-- Her battle-planning thoughts were swept away with a chilling wind as she came to a stop when a familiar figure came into view not-too-far-away. Lovely.
Holly regarded him with a frigid look, tone colder than ice. "Ajax."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Speak of the godsforsaken devil.
"Holly," Ajax said, tone courteous and cordial as always, bouncing the apple in his curved palm. His supple lips twisted into a polite smile, in spite of all the bitterness. "How are you doing this lovely day?"

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"Wonderfully," Holly said, expression mirroring his in an icy way. "How 'bout you?" She let her glare ease into a mild stare, tongue skipping over the 'a' of 'about'. ((I talk like that. xD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Me too! SQUEE!))

"Equally wonderfully," Ajax said, fingers tightening on the fragile tin apple, the long digits leaving small dent marks.
He'd kissed her once, a long time ago...

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((^^))
But that had been long age, Holly chided herself. "Great," she said, voice coming out a high-pitch, the way it sounded when nervous. A tone Ajax was sure to recognize.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

A chuckle, deep and buttery, ripped out of Ajax's throat, cheerfully bitter. "Any news from the heroes?" She was sure to catch the poisoned dart that lay hidden in his lilting baritone of a voice.

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Why do you care? It would be very unwise of her to let that slip, and so Holly kept her thoughts to herself. "If you haven't heard anything then why should I know?" she retorted. And this is why we broke up.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Maybe because your boyfriend's on the quest. The boyfriend you can't /bear/ to be without. Ajax's smile faltered for a moment and it twitched towards a bitter scowl, but he was a master at controlling his emotions-- usually-- and so the relaxed smile slid back into place. "Oh, my apologies," he said calmly. "I was under the impression that you were rather attached to the heroes, as it was."

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"You apologize too much," Holly said, a touch of fondness threatening to slip into her voice, though it was quickly replaced with curt politeness. "As always." She steered away from his last comment, weariness darkening her eyes.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"You're much too clever," Ajax said, ducking his head to hide the bitter grin. "As always."
She'd always been 'too much'-- too much wiseness for a girl so young, too pretty, too clever...
And he'd been too attached.

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"I've got Athena to thank for that," Holly said, her statement contradictory to her opinion. They'd been so close once, close enough so that he knew enough she thought of her intelligence as more of a curse than a blessing.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I'm not so sure you do," Ajax muttered, not really sure if she could hear him. He ran a hand through his black hair, making it rumpled. The look suited him, of course-- dark-haired son of the dark angel-goddess Nemesis.
"Look, Holly--" He exhaled, experiencing a ghost of the rush she'd used to make him feel. "Holly. I'm sorry. You know what for."

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Holly felt a sudden rage, and she forced it to die down, though it steadily burned in the pit of her stomach. "You're not," she said, voice wavering from an undetectable emotion. Lies. Empty words. It's too late to apologize.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Rage. Rage and biterness swelled up in one glittering burning cloud of emotion, and Ajax loomed suddenly over Holly, his plus-six frame hovering over her. He looked terrifying, like a messenger from hell.
"You," he said, his voice low and measured, thus making it all the more intimidating, "you never accepted anything other than the little mind games you played with yourself. Maybe if you grew up, like I did, maybe if you realized that apologies are worth something-- maybe if you knew how I've wanted to--" His voice broke off, snapped, and he looked down, his jaw working.
Ajax glanced up, his black eyes bitter, boring into Holly's. "Maybe we'd still be friends."
With that he turned away, long legs shortening the distance between the boxing ring and Holly faster every second. He raised an arm and whipped the apple at a tree so it smashed, three hours of hard work gone in a single efficient thrust.

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Holly opened her mouth to yell at him, no words came out. Her face grew hot with fury, and every inch of her shook with anger and tension. Maybe if you grew up...
Tears welled up in her eyes, the sting almost as sharp as Ajax's words. Almost. Holly let out a choked, sob of a sound, and fell back against the trunk of tree, sliding to the ground. He's right. He's right, he's right, he's right. She buried her face in her arms, hot tears flowing down her equally hot cheeks.
She turned to glare up at the sky , eyes a blur of rage, hate, and pain. After a few seconds, all the anger and hate melted into aching pain. I want to go home. As childish as the thought seemed, Holly had been feeling the pull to leave Camp-Half Blood and return to her home for awhile, and now, it was more frequent. In the distance, the unmistakable sound of a smash could be heard. Screw love.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

He'd made her cry.
He hadn't meant for that.
Feeling all the more pissed with himself, Ajax stormed across the trail and into his cabin, slamming the door loudly.

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Holly stood from her pitifil position on the ground, feeling anger bubble up inside her for the second time. She should've known this wouldn't have ended well, but her stubborn mind refused to avoid the situation. "Maybe I should go cool off," she murmured to herself shakily, setting off toward the lake.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Iviana limped, clutching her shoulder. Every step caused a string of pain up her spine. You should go to the Infirmary. Too bad you're to damn stubborn not to. She shrugged off the idea. Bad idea. She winced quietly as a wave of pain swept through her shoulder.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille knit his eyebrows together at the sight of the injured girl. He walked up slowly until he was beside her. "Are you all right?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Yeah," Iviana muttered. "I'll be fine."

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille, figuring the girl had about as much arrogance as he himself did, looked her up and down. "You don't seem like it," he pressed.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"I said I will be fine," Iviana grimaced. "It doesn't hurt too badly."

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille raised his eyebrows doubtfully. "What happened, anyways?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Hellhound," Iviana replied curtly. A Goddamn hellhound.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille's chocolate brown eyes widened, and he cussed underneath his breath. "All alone?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Her eyebrows shot up, though she didn't comment on bis language. "Gods no. A dryad was with me," Iviana said.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille snorted. "Yeah, helpful little twit, I bet. Did she leave you to fight it?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"No, actually," Iviana replied coldly. "She beat the sh*t out of it."

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille's eyes widened. "Well, I must have misjudged her then. Not a normal dryad, I suppose?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Each dryad is unique in her own way," Iviana said bluntly. "You can't assume that they're all sweet."

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille grinned. I can assume what I want, he thought to himself. "I have my reasons," he said instead.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"And I have mine," Iviana replied, green eyes flashing dangerously.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille raised his hands in surrender, and then put one on her bound shoulder. He tsked. "This is poorly bound, no wonder it isn't helping you out at all."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Iviana winced as his hand came downon her shoulder, and it wasn't just from the pain. "It was make-shift. I was heading to the Infirmary," she lied easily.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille smiled. "Why go through the effort? I could simply rewrap it right here...?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Really?" Iviana replied, eyebrows shooting up in surprise once more.

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille pretended to look offended. "Why have such little faith in my abilities?" He grinned and held out his hand. "Renille vo Derrivalle, son of Ares."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Iviana took it gingerly. "Iviana Hedna, daughter of Demeter."

[Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance*]

Renille thought for a second. "Goddess of the Harvest, right? so you make things grow?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"I can if I choose to," Iviana replied. "So yeah."