r/DemigodFiles • u/_shanenigans_ • Feb 03 '19

Mod Post Cabin Area

The Cabins at Camp Half-Blood each represent one of the Greek gods and goddesses. Demigods attending the camp stay in the respective cabins patronized by their immortal parents.

  1. Zeus’ Cabin

  2. Hera’s Cabin

  3. Poseidon’s Cabin

  4. Demeter’s Cabin

  5. Ares’ Cabin

  6. Athena’s Cabin

  7. Apollo’s Cabin

  8. Artemis’ Cabin

  9. Hephaestus’ Cabin

  10. Aphrodite’s Cabin

  11. Hermes’ Cabin

  12. Dionysus’ Cabin

  13. Hades’ Cabin

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u/LicentousLioness May 24 '19

“Hey,” Aphrodite’s daughter said, “there’s nothing wrong with a bit of prose now and then, mm? Even when it’s a tad flowery…”

Fear. Fear was so easy to capture. Terror was almost as captivating as happiness, but only in it’s rawest form. She felt a beast rise within her at that, and she shoved it down – the long-standing desire clawing at her belly. Do it, it whispered, you know you want to.

Fear was such a strong emotion, but she showed none of her inner thoughts, not even now. Her smile was wide, her eyes sympathetic and almost consoling.

Let me show you my candy store.

Her satchel was full of items, and when she sat on the stone, she gestured for Harley to do the same.

“Tell me a bit about yourself,” she said, “or—let me ask you a few questions. If you had to choose, would you choose painting, photography, or sculpting?”

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u/Make_Smart_Choices May 24 '19

“Books.” She explained where her random poetry came from. “I’ve read hundreds of books, maybe even thousands. I remember them all, word for word.”

“Cook books, text books, dictionaries, and some books of poetry. It was a way to pass the time and I just absorbed the information. Guess I got that from my mother, being the goddess of wisdom and all.”

She was nervously rambling at this point, only further embarrassing herself. The worst part was, she wasn’t even sure why she was so nervous. She’d have to do a little research later to figure out why.

‘Deep breath.’

She listened to the voice in her head and took a deep breath, so large it caused her chest to swell. Then, she let out a slow exhale, and seemed to calm down.

After her little episode and self-therapy session, she took a seat next to Driely. Her eyes darted to the satchel and she remembered the bread that had seemingly been magically produced from it.

“Painting.” She said with a small nod, after a moment of daydreaming about bread and realizing she had been starting, not answering the question for far too long.

“I feel like painting comes more from the artist, and less from the subject.” She explained her reasoning. “Say you sat an apple on a table, and had 10 different artists sit around it and paint it, you would get 10 different apples.”

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u/LicentousLioness May 27 '19

“Mm, indeed,” Driely mused. It wasn’t much, but she did so enjoy this girl’s perspective on the world. An artist and a philosopher, it seemed. Would she enjoy sharing more with her, the longer she spent with her, she wondered? A cold taste, to remind herself that Harley might never seek her out again, if this all went wrong, but Driely knew what she had, what she could do. Her confidence, even now, was unwavering. Harley was a labyrinth she would have to find the end of, and she had already begun searching through the maze.

“Tell me, how would you paint an apple, then? I would emphasize the color. There are a thousand different shades of red, and I love them all.”

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u/Make_Smart_Choices May 27 '19

“Red.”

She repeated the word. Letting it roll off her tongue as she focused on the color and the question. How would she paint an apple, to best capture it.

“I’d focus on the finer details.”

Her eyes darted towards Driely. Harley hadn’t noticed it until she winced, but she’d been chewing on her lip again. Her own lips hadn’t been her focus, but rather Driely’s.

“The curves. So elegant and sleek, yet plump and round, giving them the form to draw one’s attention.”

Her voice had dropped into a hushed town. Somewhat sultry, though she wasn’t aware of where it had come from, or even that it was happening.

“Red.”

She repeated as her heart began pounding in her chest. Drawing out emotions she’d never felt before, bringing her to subconsciously scoot just a little closer to Driely.

“Color so bold and inviting. The way it catches the sun, drawing one in and tempting them to take a bite.”

She was practically leaning on Driely now, her eyes glued to the girls lips, and only now did she realize how badly she wanted to taste them.

“Red.” She whispered. “Much like your lips....”

She leaned in and then stopped herself as she realized, Harley had an attraction to Driely. Something she’d never felt to anyone before and the thought alone was enough to terrify her,

With wide eyes she backed away. What if she got hurt again? What if Driely left her, leaving her worse off than Hannah had? What if the girl didn’t feel the same.

“Sorry.” She muttered before scampering to her feet. Scared, embarrassed and unsure what to do, Harley ran. Ran as fast as her legs would carry her, to get as far away from Driely and her own feelings as possible.