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  • LOVE LIKE THIS WILL LEAVE HER MARK | PRIVATE

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    olympianhillrp +

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    [fancypost bgcolor=lightgrey; border: 0px; width: 450px; height: 15px; margin-top: 20px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; height: 10px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]*✧·˚. A FLOWER CHILD OF LIFE AND [i]D E A T H[/i] CHOICES .˚·✧*[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 480px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]Jo was completely oblivious, of course. Oblivious to the fact that Octavia had her eyes on her, that there was a possibility of something growing between them. In her mind, she was just helping a friend out (an incredibly attractive friend that Jo was slowly developing a crush on). In her mind, Octavia simply appreciated the gesture, the fact that there was a camper who didn't think she was stiff or deluded.


    "Here," she chided warmly before taking the hare into her grasp, careful not to brush their fingers together. That would be too awkward, right? She shouldn't be too physical, especially with the stunt she pulled last night. Lips pursed, she propped the game against a mostly flat rock and flipped it around until its belly was pointed towards the sky. "The trick is to cut it in all the right places, so that when you skin it, the whole thing comes off," she began to say, half to herself as she took the small dagger tucked into the side of her boot.


    She looked up to see if Octavia was watching, but was taken aback when she realized that she'd gotten closer without noticing. Really, Jo's body must've moved to its own accord, because suddenly she was just inches away and it was the most nerve-wracking experience. But for some reason, she couldn't really pull away completely. Green eyes carefully studied Octavia's face, and her lips parted to say something, but they were quickly pursed shut when she realized what she was doing-- or, rather, what she was about to do.


    "Sorry," she quickly said, pulling back and leaning against her heels. Heat rushed to her face and colored her ears red, a great contrast against the paleness of her knuckles from how tightly she had been gripping the handle of her knife. She cleared her throat to dislodge the nervous lump that prevented her from talking, before allowing her eyes to wander over at Octavia's direction again. "Uh, the best way to cut it is between its thighs. A V-formation following the curve. Make sure you cut it away from the feet, too."


    With that being said, she turned her attention back to the rabbit in question, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips as she quickly traced the shape across the fur. It had enough force to cut through skin and fur, but not enough to damage the precious meat underneath. After that, it would have to be gutted before it could be cooked. "Alright, here. Just, gather it from the end and pull it down, the fur should come off completely intact. You could even treat it and turn it into something," she added with the softest of chuckles rising from her chest. Her eyes were shining when she finally found the strength to look at Octavia again. "Go on, try it."
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; border-left: 2px solid lightgrey; width: 448px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]LIT I GOT EVERYONE to ship JOCTAVIA and now Classy's character, Jackson, will be playing matchmaker too ooh la la.[/fancypost]
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  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Of course
    (wink emoji) (smile emoji)
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Even if you're an ass you're still my friend
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: I have burritos, tacos, and pizza
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Good morning Anima[/fancypost]

  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Yes, let's not talk about whatever it is you guys did yesterday.
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Micah and I would like to keep our innocence, thank you.


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    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Open the door.
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: I have hangover medication, coffee, and food.
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: And yes, tacos, only for you Auri.[/fancypost]

  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Rob I brought my bag, I have a charger in the first zipper.
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Just use it.
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Auri is it a good idea to put your pill on your taco?[/fancypost]

  • || MAY WE MEET AGAIN. PRIVATE. ||

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    olympianhillrp +

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 480px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]The expression on Calla's face is something akin to a kid finding out that Christmas comes four times a year. Pale fingers are wrapped around the cool metal of her flask, and before anyone can try to steal it from her again, she's uncapping the container and letting the cap hang by its tether. She wraps her lips around the rim and swings the flask up, taking a generous drink of the vodka within until it's burning down her throat and settling warmly in her stomach.


    She hums in a satisfied manner, clutching the flask to her chest. Calla doesn't hear anyone approaching, and only turns when the stranger is already speaking to her. At first, she contemplates just ignoring the words, let them completely fly over her head-- but she's glad she doesn't. She's glad she turns around to regard the stranger because when she sees her, her breath hitches at the back of her throat, and suddenly she's at a loss for words.


    Calla studies her, trying to ignore the strong pull in her gut that's telling her she should know this girl. Her green eyes are drawn to the stranger's blonde hair, how it's being lit up by the pillars of sunlight filtering in from the forest canopy. She studies gentle features and round eyes staring back at her. Calla's not the type to blush, but in that moment, she can feel heat rising to her cheeks, coloring pale features with the slightest touch of pink.


    (She tells herself it's because of the vodka.)


    She should know her. Something in Calla's chest is reaching out in recognition, in acknowledgement, but she wrenches it back because her rational mind is telling her it's lying. Head over heart, she thinks. She's never seen this girl before in her life (but feels like she should, like now is the best time to get to know her). So, instead of her usual response which is composed of contemptuous glares, Calla smiles brightly at the approaching girl (if not a little bit teasingly, too).


    "You saw that, huh?" A small, amused laugh bubbles through her chest before tumbling out of her lips. It sounds full and light, laced with a little bit of alcohol. "That's just how we do things. Jo's a cutie but she knows how to fight." She tries not to remember how Jo wiped the floor with her ass, being a real-life fighter and all. Calla's good at fighting, sure, but she knows she's no match for an MMA fighter. Her lips turn flirty, tentative, and she holds her free hand out towards the blonde stranger. "I believe we haven't met yet. Calla Alexandra Griffin, at your humble service."[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; border-left: 2px solid lightgrey; width: 448px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]Why does your browser always crash omg what browser are you using?


    Seriously Tanya can have like all the beautiful FCs in the world. For some reason she has the kind of personality that suits multiple faces. Hayden, Merle, Amber Heard, Cara Delevingne. Really you can use anyone for her FC lmao.


    Also YES please keep Hannah's face as Eliza because it suits her so amazingly lmao.[/fancypost]
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  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Alright c'mere lemme check


    FLOWERCHILDWOODS is typing...


    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: No pills, no tacos. You still have a little sauce on your lip though.
    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: Come here, let me remove that for you.


    FLOWERCHILDWOODS: ROB I actually think that's a fun idea.[/fancypost]

  • LOVE LIKE THIS WILL LEAVE HER MARK | PRIVATE

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    olympianhillrp +

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    [fancypost bgcolor=lightgrey; border: 0px; width: 450px; height: 15px; margin-top: 20px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; height: 10px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;]*✧·˚. A FLOWER CHILD OF LIFE AND [i]D E A T H[/i] CHOICES .˚·✧*[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 480px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]Jo keeps her soft pink lips pursed as she watched Octavia handle the hare, eyes never leaving her face. She's intrigued by this girl, by how her heart seems to swell in her chest just looking at her until she fears it will take over her entire existence. Unconsciously, a hand flies to her sternum, brushing against the soft material of her shirt, as if her body is trying to check just how real her realization might be. She never takes her wondering green eyes away from the Athenian, studying how she concentrates on the hare.


    She feels the need to reach out, to brush a blonde lock away from her face the way she had done the night before, but keeps her limbs in check, not wanting to shatter the moment. She doesn't even know Octavia's already done until she's speaking again, and her gaze moves on instinct to land on the lips forming each letter, each word, until it forms a coherent question. Her breath hitches in her throat, a tender sound, and Jo fears that if she speaks, she'll end up eating her words.


    A proud smile spills across her face as her eyes finally flicker down to investigate the fur, and she nods eagerly in response, not trusting her voice. Some of her brown locks fall to curtain her face at the movement, a particularly curly batch brushing against the prominent slope of her left cheek. "You're a natural," Jo manages to say through a chuckle. Her tongue pokes out again, swiping against her bottom lip habitually, and she tentatively speaks, words just barely stumbling out of her mouth.


    "After we cook breakfast for everyone, maybe we can go to town and get some coffee?" Her words end with a hopeful chime, and suddenly all Jo can see are blue eyes that put the radiant sky to shame. They seem so vast, so endless, reminding her of the ocean and the heavens, at how they seem to meet at the far horizon, at how they portray a certain tastes of expanse. The infinity tattoo on the back of her neck tingles at the thought. "Ava can handle them while we're gone. Actually, Ava asked me if I could buy some coffee for her. You should know how cranky she can get without caffeine-- I was just thinking that, maybe, you could accompany me?"
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; border-left: 2px solid lightgrey; width: 448px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]ssHHH IT'S FINE and also i am HIGH-KEY SQUEALING THEY ARE SO CUTE LIKE?? I swear I feel like I'm reading Clexa fanfiction right here lmao. Oh Jo, you hopeful little cinnamon roll. Also I'm testing out a new writing style if you don't mind lmao.[/fancypost]
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  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    BADASSGRIFFIN: Crap I just woke up and you guys are noisy
    BADASSGRIFFIN: My phone's been going off for the past hour and
    BADASSGRIFFIN: WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL IN MY ROOM JFC?!
    BADASSGRIFFIN: I didn't know this was our HQ now, I wasn't informed


    BADASSGRIFFIN is typing...


    BADASSGRIFFIN: Kata I'm here babe
    BADASSGRIFFIN: Where are you, I'll come get you[/fancypost]

  • LOVE LIKE THIS WILL LEAVE HER MARK | PRIVATE

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    olympianhillrp +

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 480px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]Jo continues to watch Octavia as she fixes the spitfire, keeping her eyes trained on how those fingers maneuver around the materials. Every so often, she glances back up to memorize her face, each sharp plain and soft curve, until the image is seared into her mind. When Octavia speaks, Jo genuinely listens, letting a soft chime of laughter fill the space between them as she regards Ava, who is not too far from them and is busy bossing around a couple of demigods. She turns away to hide the soft blush rising to stain her cheeks. Okay, so maybe Ava didn't ask her to get coffee, but she knows for a fact that the Ares demigod would appreciate a cup of it, so much so that she might stop acting a little bit chummy around everyone else.


    "Trust me, I've been living with her for the better part of my life," Jo comments truthfully. One hand goes up and she hooks a brunette lock behind her ear, while the rest of her hair remains in the steady braids Ava has made that morning. "Once Ava gets her coffee, you'll immediately see the difference in her personality." And then Octavia's agreeing to go with her, and Jo has such a happy expression on her face that the sun seems to pale in comparison. Her lips are parted to reveal a wide grin, and her green eyes are glowing brightly.


    "That's-- yeah, okay," she manages to say, getting to her feet and brushing her palms against the material of her jeans. She straightens out her shirt and then looks back up, her eyes quickly seeking out Octavia's. Her lashes are illuminated by the sunlight and they look like they're sparkling, casting thin shadows across her cheeks and Jo suddenly feels the urge to touch her again. She keeps her limbs in check for the second time and busies herself by throwing her arms in the air and stretching. The shirt rides up briefly to show a strip of tan skin underneath, but then Jo's arms are back down, the material of shirt covering it back up, and she's practically beaming.


    She's getting coffee with Octavia. It's not a date, but it's a start, and Jo's heart is already racing in her chest and Octavia looks so pretty and she really should be careful with where she puts her hands because she's tempted to reach over and lace her fingers together. She shouldn't do that, that's a really bad idea, but maybe someday. "Alright. Are you ready to go?"
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; border-left: 2px solid lightgrey; width: 448px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 15px;]My brain is overloading from the amount of cuteness in this thread like?? It's post after post of FLUFF and HAPPINESS and just they are perfect okay. And thanks, idk but I just get more muse when I'm typing this way?[/fancypost]
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  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    BADASSGRIFFIN: OY Captain Tibbs is awake I didn't even know??
    BADASSGRIFFIN: Good morning Captain Tibbs
    BADASSGRIFFIN: How far in is the stick up your ass?
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  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    BADASSGRIFFIN: I'm sorry, did I ask for your warning @VIOLASORC?
    BADASSGRIFFIN: You're never gonna be as wicked as me, sweetheart
    (evil devil face) (smirking face) (evil devil face)[/fancypost]

  • *✧·˚. WE ARE L E G E N D S | PRIVATE FOR OH CHAT THREAD AU

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    BADASSGRIFFIN: The truth is always upsetting, so does that mean I'm not allowed to tell the truth either?
    (wink emoji) (laughing emoji) (fire emoji)
    BADASSGRIFFIN: Really y'guys need to learn how to take a job
    BADASSGRIFFIN: This is why I usually just hang out with Rob


    BADASSGRIFFIN is typing...


    BADASSGRIFFIN: Auri do you have abs from all that hula hooping?
    BADASSGRIFFIN: Can I check?
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