A Strange Familiarity (Milo)

[Summer Frost]

Summer didn't know why she still came to the arena. Watching other practice only made her feel worse. She had said she had put down her bow for good. But could that work? A sigh escaped her lips as she continued walking in that general direction. It was like her own personal punishment. She hadn't faced Tal since the infirmary. She didn't know what else to say to her. Her hands stuck in the pockets of her jacket and her head went down to look at the ground. It was cold. It had rained earlier in the morning, so there were puddles everywhere.

When she finally got there, she noticed that it was already fairly busy. People were throwing daggers at moving targets, sword fighting with others, and practicing with the bows and arrows. It was a little after breakfast, so not many people were here yet. She took a seat in the bleachers and watched the arrows fly through the air. Her face full of sadness, she turned it towards the sword fighting. But even that made her sad. It made her think of her brother. He had seemed disappointed in her, but understood at the same time. He tried to get the blame off of her shoulders. That's why he had taken her to the Christmas party. It had worked for awhile, until she had gone back to the cabin.

She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to cry. She had been fighting that urge for awhile now. It was just so stressful. She didn't know where to go and who to hang with that would understand. She hasn't seen Jensen in awhile, Mitch was always with Katrina, her cabin was busy in the infirmary, even Hadley seemed to be busy, there was no where for the daughter of Apollo to go but the arena. Even the beach and lake seemed to happy for her, and the water was too cold. She sighed again wishing she could just let her fears and stress go with the simplicity of archery. At least, simplicity for her.

Her eyes instead turned towards the people throwing daggers and knives. One in particular caught her eye after watching for a moment. She furrowed her eyebrows at the guys back trying to figure out where she had seen him before. When he turned around slightly, it looked as if he was laughing at something some girl said, she saw his face. It was Milo. She gave a ghost of a smile. He had came up to talk to her once or twice before. He had seemed friendly enough. But she watched as he threw.

Every knife seemed to hit the bullseye. Her eyes narrowed and an eyebrow went up as she concentrated more on it. It almost seemed like he had perfect accuracy. There it was! Another bullseye. It reminded her too much of her power though. She dropped her head and gave out a sigh that ended in a strangled sort of sound. Her shoulders jerked once, the urge to cry upcoming again. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She didn't want to lose it out here. The sounds of the daggers embedding themselves in the targets shot right through her.

Each one reminding her of her own accuracy. Then a thudded one sounded. Like it had buried itself in a dummy. She tilted her head up slightly to see the dagger in the gut of a dummy. That broke it. That was too much. A tear streamed down her face as she dipped it again. Her arms went around her stomach as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a sob. She hoped no one looked over. She prayed to Apollo. But it seemed her prayers wouldn't be answered as a shadow fell over her.


i believe i told some lies /Milo. im holding onto all i had /635.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /Yay Milo/Summer thread xD. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[Milo Rodriguez]

Milo smiled as his last dagger buried into one of the wooden targets. "Great Job! His sister exclaimed from a few feet away. His "sister" Rayalen gave a single clap as he turned to face her. "Pretty good huh?"

She nodded, she was about to say something else but something caught her attention. She was watching past him at something, and then he turned to see Summer coming into the arena. She hadn't seen him yet. He smirked.

He hadn't ever really talked to her, well, once, but it hadn't gone well. He'd been kind of nervous and it was before he'd been claimed, so he hadn't thought he'd have a chance. But now he was much more confident with himself, so he kind of wanted to try talking to her again.

But first, he had to get her attention...and being a guy, he figured the best way to do that was to show off. He turned to ask Raya to get his knives for him, but of course, she was already standing there, holding them out to him. He gave a crooked smile. "Thanks Raya."

She nodded and took a step back. "Knock 'em dead."

[/i] Milo gave a chuckle then glanced over to see him watching her. This was it. He had to make an impression.

He took a moment to unzip his hoodie and hand it to Rayalen. Then he turned to the targets. For a moment he thought about not using his gift, just getting each target one at a time...but would that really be any fun? Would that make as much of an impression? He smirked. Of course not.

He shook his arms out and got ready for his routine. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the world around him. He took a deep breath, and with one swift motion he began. His arm moved forward and his first knife was gone, buried into a wooden target. Without pause his other arm flicked forward, and yet another knife dug into a target. He continued this for a few more seconds, probably throwing six knives or so. He reached into his pocket to take hold of his last four knives, and paused. This was the important part.

He'd been twisting around and throwing from different angles, and now he stood with his left side to the target field. He took a deep breath and took hold of the four knives, two in each hand. He started concentrating on the world around him, the energy that was linked through everything, living or dead. Time.

He smirked as he felt his skin give a slight tingle, the way it did every time time was paused. The tingle that came from the energy that only he could feel. Then he threw. One at a time and with careful aim. Soon, all four were suspended in the air.

He looked around now, he had a few more seconds before time would start back, and the way it stopped always entertained him. Across the arena someone was shooting arrows. They two were suspended in the air, a slight twirl of the air around it proved they were moving, not just stationary...but that was the only reason you would know otherwise.

He felt the tingle again as time continued, and the world began to move again. All four knives buried themselves in various targets, one in a dummy he had aimed at. He was satisfied. He crossed his arms and glanced over to Summer to see if she'd seen.

She had her arms wrapped around herself, almost as if she were in pain, and she was shaking a little bit. She was crying.

Wait...what? Milo tilted his head as he thought momentarily. Why was she crying? That wasn't exactly the reaction he'd been hoping to get from her...he had wanted her to be IMpressed, not DEpressed. He glanced at Rayalen who gave a slight frown before turning to walk out of the arena.

Then he looked over at Summer. It would take him a minute to walk over there...unless...he glanced around, no one was paying him any attention. He mentally reached out to the energy around him and once more felt the familiar tingle that gave him the goosebumps sometimes. He picked up a jog and made it to her with a few seconds to spare. He moved to stand behind her so he wouldn't scare her just magically appearing in front of her. She'd already question how he'd come from across the arena so quickly, no reason to frighten her as well.

He released the energy and the hair raised on his arm, but he ignored it. He had more important things on his mind. His shadow had fallen on her now, and he took a few steps till he was standing in front and to the side of her. "Hey...what's wrong?"

He didn't really know what else to say. He wanted to make her feel better, but he wasn't exactly sure how to do that. He didn't know what the problem was, and he hoped it wasn't something he'd done...well, how could he have done anything? They had hardly talked before.

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[Summer Frost]

When the shadow spoke and it had Milo's voice, Summer looked up confused. He had been on basically the opposite of the arena. A tear spilled out of her eye and she hastily wiped it away. It was obvious she wasn't fine. The way she dressed, the way she held herself, and then the tear. But she took a deep shuddering breath. With a very forced smile she nodded her head then started shaking it. "Yeah....no. No I'm not." She couldn't lie. She wasn't a liar. It just wasn't her. She sighed and straightened herself up a but and wiped her eyes of the tears that hadn't yet spilled over yet.

She sighed and dropped the forced smile. It wasn't working anyways. But what did he know? What could she say to him that didn't tell him too much? And it wasn't like they had spoken that much before. Heck, he had seemed almost nervous to talk to her. But she was like that with guys all of the time. She was out of her element. But then the fact that he had gotten here so quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows for a minute before speaking. In a soft voice, and looking up at him, she spoke. "You know you can sit right?" She waited a moment to see what he would do before speaking again.

"How did you get over here so fast? You were just over there practicing. And now your here." She hesitated at the word practicing. Her mind flipped back to the couple seconds before and she put her arms around herself. Sure, she wasn't the injured one. But still, Tal was and it hurt her to know that she had hurt someone. And there had been blood. So much blood. She closed her eyes to try to squish the memory out. But of course, that only seemed to further implant it in her brain. She opened her eyes with a small gasp jot wanting to see the way Tal had paled. How the girl had fallen unconscious.

How it had actually been Bailey's fault, but Tal had gotten hurt. She looked up from where her face had fallen to her lap and looked at Milo. She looked at him for awhile, trying to get something else in her mind apart from those memories. Those memories that she wished she could erase. But didn't everyone learn from their mistakes? Maybe she could learn from it. Though how, she didn't know. She took another deep breath as she tried to steady her voice. She knew it would waver if she tried to speak right now. She didn't want to show anymore weakness in front of him. She didn't like crying in front of anyone.

She wiped her eyes again, since a tear had managed to spill out again. She didn't know what to say to him. She didn't want to scared him away, but she needed someone to vent to. Someone besides her brother. And maybe, maybe he would understand. He seemed to have some power. How else could he have gotten over here so quickly? Her voice dropped lower. It was nearly an inaudible whisper. "I did a bad thing. It wasn't my fault. Not really, but she still got hurt."

Her voice cracked and wavered on the last word as her head dropped and she closed her eyes again. The small tears dropped from her eyes to her jacket. Coloring the light gray jacket to a darker gray. But only in certain spots. In the spots they dropped. And of course, she wasn't balling. They were silent few tears. "I hadn't meant for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen. I didn't want her getting hurt. No one was supposed to." She was rambling slightly now. But what she was saying was true. But she couldn't look up at him. She didn't want to see what his features said about what she was saying. She crossed her arms around her stomach and clenched her hands together. Her hair fell to the sides of her face, helping to block him out from her vision.

She opened her eyes and looked down at her jacket. She tried to steady her breathing again, but of course it wasn't working. Why would it? Maybe she deserved a bit of a breakdown. That way her tension was slowly melting away.


i believe i told some lies /Milo. im holding onto all i had /733.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /Hehe she's spazzing. . trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[Milo Rodriguez]

Milo sighed. She definitely wasn't alright. She mentioned that he could sit down and he nodded. He stood there only a second, debating, then sat down beside her. Then she asked how he'd gotten over here so quickly. He smirked, "So, you were watching me practice?"

Then remembered what a serious situation. He sighed, "I'm sorry, that's not important right now. I'm just....good like that."

Then she started to get upset again. He could tell. Damn. He didn't like anyone being upset...about anything. She started to talk again and her voice alone made his heart hurt. He didn't say anything, not right now. He just sat there listening. He watched as a few tears started to fall, and that did it. He pulled her to him and hugged him...basically just hoping he didn't get slapped. Some times people just needed a hug, and he figured that this might be one of those times for her. She once more began to talk again, talking about how she hadn't meant to do it, and he sighed, still holding her to him. "Ssshhh it's ok. You didn't mean to do it. Sometimes bad things happen. Actually, they always happen."

He silently cursed. That didn't come out the way he'd wanted it to...this wasn't going well. He needed time to think. He mentally reached out, once more to the energy that surrounded him. Again everyone paused around him. He stood up and paced for a moment. Trying to think of something that would fix the stupidity that had come out of his mouth just now. Ah! That was it! He returned to his previous position and had his arms around her again just as time started back. He hesitated only a second, "What I mean is, bad things happen to everyone...but what matters is how we handle them. Do we stop living every time something bad happens? Be miserable and let it eat us from the inside out? Or do we learn from our mistakes and work to make it better."

There. It wasn't absolutely amazing by any sense of the word, but hopefully it would make her feel a little bit better...

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[Summer Frost]

When he finally did sit down, she noticed the slight warm temperature that side now had. But it would only make sense as he was blocking the slight wind that was sending the chill through her body even while wearing a jacket. A jacket if she remembered made her seem like a big Harry Potter nerd, but she didn't care. She could care about that right now. When he made a little joke, a small smile slipped into her features and she gave a small nod.

She wanted to roll her eyes. That was just like a boy. Asking if a girl was watching them. Boys and there cockiness. Always wanting to prove themselves and say that they were amazing. Show-offs. She should know. She did have a younger brother after all. Then he spoke again. Good? That wasn't good. That was pure skill or gift like her own. The small smile disappeared once again. Why did she have to keep making things seem like her own gift?

She liked that he sat and listened. It was a good trait. A really good trait. That's how she was at times. That's how she had been for Jensen. That's how she was for Mitch. She would sit and listen then once they were done venting put in her own input. When the few tears had started to spill, she felt an around wrap around her shoulders and pull her into Milo. Her arms stayed around herself, but she liked the gesture. She put her head on his shoulder and leaned into him, in the little crook of his neck where should meets neck. It was just the natural thing to do. Plus he was warm. And she was cold. So very cold.

He spoke again and for a second she almost laughed. She could feel him talking. Like the vibrations from his throat and it made her lose track of what she had been thinking about for a moment and she thought of how funny it was. But when she heard what he said, she gave a slight pause. They always happen? Oh yes, that was a brilliant thing to say. She rolled her eyes slightly as a couple of tears fell. Sure they happened. But why did it have to happen to her. She had always done everything to protect people. It wasn't in herself to not protect them.

When he spoke again, she registered a slight chill for a moment and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before it was gone. She liked the first option. The first option was great. She liked feeling worse as long as no one would get hurt. She sniffed once and resisted the urge to start balling on his shoulder. She brought up her hands to wipe her eyes as she spoke. "I would rather feel miserable than have someone else get hurt." Her eyes finally opened so she could look out instead of at the blackness of her eyelids.

Of course out of instinct the first thing they flashed to was archery. She flinched every time an arrow hit a dummy, and winced when it hit straight on. Could she do that again? No. She could feel it inside herself. She wanted to feel that familiar weapon, but she didn't want the harm that came with her stupid gift. She turned away from that, instead looking down at her hands that rested slightly on his lap, but more so on hers thanks to the angle her body was now at, and her jacket.


i believe i told some lies /Milo. im holding onto all i had /597.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /Fast reply is fast ^.^. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[Milo Rodriguez]

Milo sighed as he listened to her speak. She'd rather be miserable than have someone else get hurt? He rolled his eyes, just like a girl. Rayalen probably would have said the same thing. He started to say something, but then he paused. How could he reply to that? He didn't know. He had to figure something out though. He didn't like seeing her his upset. Maybe, if he knew what had happened he could shed some light on the subject... "Well...why don't you tell me what happened?"

As an after thought, he quickly added, "If you want. Sometimes it helps just to talk about it, but sometimes people don't like to talk about it..." Ugh. He was rambling. "Anyway, if you need to talk about it, I'm here for you."

He mentally kicked himself, absolutely sure that he sounded like an idiot. He then noticed when she started watching the archery. He was pretty sure he'd seen her practicing that very sport a while ago, and if his memory served she was good. Very good. Too good to be sulking around here. He wondered if there'd been some sort of accident concerning the sport. Maybe she'd hit someone else accidentally? Well, if that was the case it was important that she get back to it. Otherwise she might never do it again...and that could be dangerous both emotionally and physically.

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[Summer Frost]

Summer felt her stomach tense up and her eyes widen slightly when he asked about what had happened. Could she tell? What would he think? Would he think she was stupid for having that gift and then firing when she was mad? She would have to tell him her only power if she told him the story. Otherwise it wouldn't make sense. He started rambling a bit. Something about if she wanted too. And she felt she actually kind of did. He was offering it and he seemed friendly enough. Maybe he could get her out of this little funk.

She sighed slightly before nodding her head. She turned to look at him. "What I'm about to tell you has to be kept a secret. It's something only Mitch, my mom, Apollo, and Chiron know about. Well and Tal and Bailey if they were smart enough to figure it out." She paused a moment before holding out her pinky. Sure it was a childish thing, but it was always a security blanket. "Promise?" She waited until he took her pinky before grabbing his hand and pulling him up and behind the bleachers.

It was safer back here. Not so many prying eyes. And it would allow her to pace without tripping over steps or having to shout at him from the bottom of the stands. She gave a small sigh before closing her eyes. It was all so fresh in her mind. "So I woke up in the middle of the lake on my mattress. Bailey had tried to pull that prank from that movie where the kids pull the mattress with the sleeping people on it out to the lake and it floats. Well obviously that's not really possible and my bed sank. I of course didn't see him, the person that came out right after I screamed was Tal. So my mind automatically started blaming her. She and Bailey always pulled pranks together so I assumed she had some role in it. Well anyways, I just got so mad." She started pacing back and forth, angry tears at herself starting to fall. As she wringed her hands together. She couldn't look up at Milo. Not right now.

"I mean what kind of person would actually try something so stupid! But of course that's not the worst part. She tried to console me and help me but u wouldn't have it. I was so stupid and mad at her. At being woken up by the freezing ice cold water of the lake at midnight in my Pjs. I stormed off and grabbed my bow and arrows. I always use them whenever I'm feeling angry or sad or whatever emotion. They calm me down. Relax me. But I have to be careful. Always careful." She glared at the ground before looking to him.

"Because of my stupid gift curse that dad gave me. I never miss my mark. Never. And not just my mark, my true mark. Which is whatever I'm thinking about. Whatever I feel the most. Whatever I want. I could stand in my house, think about the targets here and how great it would be and guess what?! When I release an arrow the arrow somehow leaves my sight and will pop back up in the target." She waited to gauge his reaction before continuing. She knew she was rambling and the angry tears were starting to turn to sad ones as she cried more freely. She would wipe at them every time she felt them, but now it was so fast that she didn't even care.

She looked away again. "Well I went into the forest. And started shooting at my spot that I've shot at before to be alone. I managed to get my thoughts away from Tal. Well, at least for the first five." Her voice started to get that far away sound to it. "The wind had blown and I had shivered as I released the last arrow. My thoughts going back to the lake and how I could get revenge on Tal without even realizing it. But halfway between the point, and when I didn't hear the thunk of arrow hitting tree. Well... I knew what had happened. I dropped my bow and ran. Ran to her. I hadn't meant to hurt her. Really I didn't! Bailey had gotten to her before me and I realized that it was he who had actually played the prank. He had probably been hiding in the bushes or something."

She glared at the ground again, her thoughts going to how stupid bailey had been to pull that prank on her. But her gaze softened and changed to a solemn sad one when she remembered that she was the one who shot Tal. Not Bailey. "Well anyways. The arrow had pierced itself in the side of Tal's stomach. There was so much blood. So much blood." She shivered once from the memory and looked at her hands. "Because of me and my stupid gift, and innocent girl lost consciousness and a hell of a lot of blood. Because of my one gift, I couldn't help her like the other children of Apollo. The only thing I could do was help get her to the infirmary with Bailey's help! But I haven't touched a bow since. I don't want too. I don't want to hurt anyone else."

Her voice grew soft with the last couple sentences and she turned her back to him. She didn't want to see his reaction. He would probably leave and go tell everyone what a terrible person she is. That she almost was a killer. Her body racked with the sadness and she closed her eyes and cried silent tears as she wrapped her arms around herself. She felt so cold. So much like that dreadful night.


i believe i told some lies /Milo. im holding onto all i had /1,024.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /Holy crap O.O my muse for her was huge. . trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[Milo Rodriguez]

Milo almost started when she turned to look at him. She looked resolved, determined. He listened intently as she spoke, figuring anything that she was so focused about must be important. It was, she wanted him to promise. He hesitated only a second. How bad could it be? Despite his thought that a "pinky swear" was a little childish, if it made her feel better he would oblige. He gave a quick nod and took her pinky with his own. "Promise."

Then her pinky was pulled away and she grasped his hand and pulled him up. After a second he realized where they were going, and he was confused for a minute. Behind the bleachers? His mind flooded with all those movies where teenagers went behind the bleachers to make out or smoke pot or whatever other such nonsense. But he quickly pulled his thoughts back to the present, assuming that she wouldn't have made him pinky swear not to tell people that they were going to make out. That would be kind of a crappy thing to do.

Sure enough, as soon as they were safe from prying eyes and ears she dropped his hand and started pacing. He sighed, realizing that he was almost a little disappointed that his little day dream hadn't come true. And for a split second he allowed himself to dwell on that little matter. He didn't know her all that well, but she seemed to trust him. Why else would she be telling her...whatever it was she was about to tell him. He almost bristled with pride. He was glad that she trusted him.

Then she started talking. He leaned against a nearby post and forced his mind back to her, giving her all his attention. He could do that. He was good at that. There was a reason why a lot of people came to talk to him. He was a good listener. He sighed as she paused, whatever it was she'd done, she seemed to almost hate herself for it. and that was never a good thing. He tried to catch her eye, to give her a reassuring smile, but right now she was avoiding his gaze. It kind of frustrated him but he understood. He did the same thing. So did Rayalen.

Then she was talking again. He could understand where she was coming from. If someone had pulled that prank on him, well, he forced himself the hide the smirk that started to form on his face. Revenge is a dish best served COLD. And he would wait so long that they wouldn't even remember that it was payback. Milo was nothing if not patient. Which was another reason he was such a good listener. He could be patient and not rush people to the point.

Then she looked up at him, and he knew she was getting to the important part. The part that bugged her the most. He shifted his weight against the post and crossed his arms. He got the feeling that he was being judged. Maybe not judged, but certainly watched. She was watching his reaction to whatever it was she was about to tell him. Well, if there's another thing Milo is good at, it's watching his emotions.

Then she started talking. His curiosity was automatically cursed when she said "curse" but he kept his face straight. She told him about her gift, about how she couldn't miss. He almost smirked, but carefully kept it off his face. But when she paused he knew she was waiting to see his reaction to that news, so he nodded, showing that he understood. And he did. He had his own little gift that he kept secret. Even Raya didn't know about it. Well, if she did it wasn't because he'd told her.

Then she looked away again. His mind groaned. He hated when she did that. It made him want to go over and hug her. But, judging by how she was looking away now, she wouldn't appreciate that too much. When she finished she turned completely away. And he glared at her back. He could tell she was still crying, and his heart ached for her. He'd never hit anyone accidentally like that, and if he ever started to he would probably see it in time to pause time again and stop it, but he knew she didn't have that luxury. He sighed and came away from the post, and came to stand just behind her. For once he didn't really know what to say.

She hadn't done it on purpose, but he was sure she'd heard that a couple times, and he was also sure that it didn't make any difference to her if she'd done it on purpose or not. She'd hurt someone, and there wasn't any way to take it back. Now he understood why his training had set her off. And the shooting. But he also knew one thing, that she couldn't NOT shoot anymore. She had to get back on the horse so to speak. But not right now. First she had to stop crying. First, she had to be happy again. First...

He slowly reached forward and grabbed her upper arm, twisting her around so that she was facing him. He stood there for a moment, letting her see that he wasn't going anywhere if that was what she expected. What he did next, he hesitated only a second. What if he crossed the line? What if she didn't want it...he gave a sigh and pulled her to him, and his arms wrapped around her. Sometimes people just need a hug. He held her that way. Letting her cry. He didn't care if she got snot and tears all over his shirt and jacket. They had washing machines. He'd held Rayalen like this many times when she'd woken up with nightmares in the past, and it usually helped. Sometimes people just need companion ship.

When she started to calm down a little, he pulled back a little so she could see him. He didn't comment on her story, if she wanted his opinion or advice, she was welcome to ask it, but right now he felt like she needed to think about something else. So he gave a crooked smile, "I have a secret gift too. Do you want to know what it is?"

He held out his pinky and cocked an eyebrow up, that crooked smile still on his face, "If so...you have to pinky promise. No one knows about this. Not Chiron, not Rayalen. No one. You'll be special."

Surely that would catch her curiosity. Who didn't want to be in on such a secretive secret? He smiled, waiting for her to make her decision. His heart pounded. He was much more confident on the outside than he was on the inside. What he'd told her was true, he'd never told or showed his gift to anyone. But if it would cheer her up he was willing. And that kind of scared him. The only person who had ever known was his mom, and she was dead. Not because of him of course, but the monsters had taken her out before he could have gotten home from school. The memory of her lying dead on the bedroom floor almost made him angry, but he forced his thoughts back to Summer, the girl standing in front of him. Her next words would potentially change his life.

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[Summer Frost]

Summer stood there for quite some time. Her mind racing with all the possible scenarios for what he could do. Her body was still hurting as she shook with her tears. It made her a little nervous that he hadn't said anything. Had he walked away silently? She had been about to turn and look, as curiosity had almost gotten the best of her when she felt his hand on her arm. Soon enough, her body was spun around so she was looking up at him.

Silent tears ran down her face. She knew he was going to yell at her. Say mean things to her. And she deserved it. She deserved all of it. She closed her eyes waiting for it. He was going to yell and shout and then leave. And she didn't want to see it. She would rather just slide against the wall and being her knees up to her chest and cry. But she wasn't expecting what happened next. He wrapped his arms around her. She was so shocked, she felt her tears stop for a moment. He was hugging her. Her eyes blinked slowly before the tears started again. He was staying.

Through everything she had told him, he was staying here and comforting her. It felt nice. Especially since he wasn't saying anything. Just letting her cry everything out. Her arms were squished in between his body and her body, and although her hands were now warm, she still didn't think this was happening. Hesitantly, she unstuck her arms from between them and wrapped them around his stomach. Her head pressed into his chest as she cried out everything. Everything that she had been holding in.

His body muffled the sounds she made and she was glad. She didn't want someone accidentally overhearing her sobs. When everything seemed to stop. When she couldn't cry no more, she felt herself taking deep breaths. Her head still buried in his chest. She was trying to calm herself down. And still, he didn't let go. Stilly he held tight to her. She couldn't help the small smile that came to her face. He was a good friend. And she was glad to call him that. She felt him pull away slightly and she wanted to hold on tighter. Wanted to make sure he didn't go anywhere.

But he was speaking to her. And he wasn't talking about what she had just told him. Had he heard her correct? Or did he just not really care? She almost felt the urge to ask him what he thought, but she wanted to hear what he had to say first. She drew her face up off of him and looked up into his eyes. He had a funny smile. One side seemed to go up a little higher, into a crooked smile. And it made her smile slightly. Just a small one. A tiny pull of the corners of her lips. She nodded her head. Yes she would.

But he spoke again. He held up a pinky and she almost laughed. Had she looked that ridiculous when she had asked him to do that a few minutes ago? But at the words of no one else knowing, a strange excitement bubbled in her stomach. She grinned at him and nodded again. This time she unlatched one of her arms from around his stomach and twined pinkies with him. "I promise. Your secret is safe with me."

She oh so badly wanted to keep wrapping her arms around him. He felt so sturdy. So strong. So there. He didn't seem to judge her badly on what had happened. Otherwise, why would he still be here? Why would he be willing to tell her a secret? She looked up at him. Had her head been up against him like it had been moments before she probably would've heard his heart. Probably would've known he was nervous. But right now, he looked so confident. So sure of himself. And she couldn't help but give a small smile.

When they released pinkies, she took the sleeve of that hand and wiped the tears from her face and eyes. They would've dried soon. Dried tears always felt itchy. She would know. She had had them dry on her face recently.


i believe i told some lies /Milo. im holding onto all i had /721.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /Yay for muse! . trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[Milo Rodriguez]

Milo grinned at her response. He could show her. She would keep his secret. He knew she would. He turned to walk away, grabbing her hand as he did so. He looked back at her as he walked, "Well come along then."

He lead her back towards the arena, this was the best place to do it. When they had a full view of the arena he released her hand and came to a stop. Kids were everywhere. Arrows shot through the air, people were locked in vicious combat training.

Now he held out his hand. The only way she'd be able to see is if he is physically touching her, otherwise she'd be suspended in time as well. "You ready?"

Once he had her hand he grasped it tight. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He was nervous, and excited. He'd never tried to bring another person into his world, and he hoped it would work. He knew it would take a lot out of him but if it made her feel better about her gift he was willing to try it. "I need you to hold still, it will only last a few seconds, so enjoy it while you can."

He stole one glance at her before looking ahead and another deep breath. Then he began to focus. He closed his eyes, and once again he felt the familiar tingle of his skin as the air around him electrified. Briefly he wondered if she could feel it to, but then he had to focus again. When the tingling stopped he opened his eyes. As usual everything was frozen in place. Arrows flew through the air, you could see the path they'd taken were the air was parted. He looked over where they were combat training. One kid was about to get a sword flat on the stomach pad, Milo didn't envy him there.

He looked over at Summer and grinned. She was still animated. He smirked, "Just don't let go of my hand."

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[Summer Frost]

Summer nodded to Milo as he spoke and took her hand. When he turned back around to lead them out, her eyes went to their conjoined hands. She couldn't help as she smiled inwardly. His hand was warm. It was almost like a lifeline to the real world she assumed. He drug her out onto the field. And her eyes automatically went to the arrows and bows. There was a sort of envy in her eyes as she watched them use the weapons without a care in the world.

The release of his hand brought her senses back to him. She turned to him curiously as she dropped her hand to her side. He held out his hand and asked if she was ready. She tilted her head for a moment thinking. Was she? It couldn't be scary could it? She nodded to herself and softly took his hand linking her fingers through his. "Think so." She gave a small laugh.

His hand gripped hers tighter and she softly smiled at him. He seemed....nervous? He'd done this plenty of times before, she was sure of that. But why would he be nervous? She wondered vaguely, but didn't question it right now. He spoke again and she nodded. Really curious about what his power was. But her curiosity didn't last long. She kept watching him as he looked at her then away. His eyes closed and she wondered if she should as well. But she didn't as se felt a slight tingle on her skin. She shivered thinking it was the cold.

She even felt her hair on her arms stand up slightly like an electrical current passed over her. It all stopped and her mouth dropped. Everything that had been moving had stopped. Her eyes flicked from a kid about to be hit to the arrows and the air stream that followed their path. She had been about to go and see if she could touch it when his words rang in her ears. She shook her head, speechless, and gripped his hand tighter. Even taking the added step and getting closer to him. Almost to where she could lean on him. Her eyes flicked between everything. She breathed out and turned to look at him, a smile on her face.

But realizing how close she was to him she blushed slightly. She ducked her head for a moment and lifted it back up after a couple seconds looking back at the arena to see a bird mid-flight that was stopped. "This is amazing." She wondered just how much time they had left like this.


i believe i told some lies /Milo. im holding onto all i had /447.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /Hahaha he's doing a good job of getting her mind off it. ^.^. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[Milo Rodriguez]

Milo smiled as he felt her grip tighten around his hand. As everything stopped around them, he looked down to see her reaction. He wasn't disappointed. He could tell that she was impressed. He could tell she liked it. He smiled.

He was glad her mind seemed to be taken off of her drama. He was glad he was able to distract h-...speaking of distractions. She'd stepped closer to him. So close...he could smell her hair. He was fine, till she looked up. So, so close. He could feel his heart slamming in his chest, and he prayed that she couldn't hear it. She was so close. He'd seen her lips twisted up in a smile. That one little smile had made his day. "This is amazing.

He barely heard her. Now that he was so distracted by her closeness he was losing control, and not the way he usually did. The energy that had come over them smoothly seconds ago now rushed away as if a rubber band had been stretched to the limit and broken. He gasped and stumbled backwards as everything started up again, and he took several deep breaths before standing upright again. That was a lot harder than he had thought it would be, but, just those few seconds, with her standing right there...so close...and that smile. It was worth it.

He bent over, and leaned against a post that was beside him, and forced a smile as he looked up at her while he worked to catch his breath. "Pretty cool, eh?"

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[Summer Frost]

It was amazing. All of it. Summer couldn't believe some of the powers that the Demi-gods possessed. And this was one of those powers. After her little comment about it being amazing though, she had turned to look back. Just as she did, time seemed to restart and with a little jolt she blinked as everything that had paused went through its motions.

She jumped as it happened but didn't feel as whipped out as Milo was. He had backed away a few feet and was now leaning over. He looked positively winded and for a moment Summer got worried. She walked over to him and bit her lower lip in worry. Until he looked up and smiled at her. Then her face broke into a soft smile. "Very cool. That was so amazing! When did you realize you could do that?"

She hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Hey, do you need some ambrosia? I have a couple squares with me." She gave a lopsided smile. "Being the daughter of a god that worries about healing has made me worry. While I can't help out I always stay stocked on ambrosia."

She fumbled around in her pockets before she produced two squares. They weren't squashed or anything and looked absolutely perfect. That was all thanks to a charm she had got the Hecate kids to put on it. It kept it fresh and perfect no matter what might happen to Summer.

She leaned crossed her arms over herself and looked at the people shooting the bows and arrows. She spoke again, but this time hesitant. "You know...it's weird. I miss it, but I'm scared of it at the same time. My gift makes it somewhat uncontrollable in a way and that scares me." She looked back at him frowning slightly.