All I Need (Lucy)

[Damon Lane]

Damon was tired of this. He had been in the forge all day long. Sure he was a son of Hephaestus, but too many people chose not to take care of their weapons. So far he had fixed three swords, two shields, four daggers and knives, and a bow. Not to mention making some arrows for that bow since the ones that were with it were beyond repair. His eyes scanned the table in front of him. There were still many, many weapons left to fix. But at the moment, he didn't feel like it. It was lunch time anyways.

So he walked out and towards where he could get something to eat. He was starving and his stomach was growling in agreement. His mind pictured all the foods that he would be able to eat. But it stayed on one in particular. T-bone steak. He hadn't had one of those in quite awhile. The last time being when he was home. He knew he wouldn't get something like that here, but still it was nice to wish.

He got there a little late. But why wouldn't he? He had been the last one in the forge. When he saw his siblings he raised an eyebrow. Usually at least one of them was in there with him. Especially on a day like this. A day in which rain was pouring down. Everyone was huddled together to preserve their warmth. When he walked up to his brother and sat down beside him, they looked at each other before lighting their fingertips and flinging the fire in the bowl in the middle of the table.

Their spot and table was instantly flooded with warmth as they warmed their hands on it. Turning to Stephan as he ate a grilled cheese and sipped some hot chocolate, that was still on the super hot side, he spoke. "So where were you little brother?" Stephan turned from his food to look at his brother. "Yeah. Sorry about not meeting you there. I got lost in the project I'm currently working on in the cabin tunnels." His brother looked sheepish for a moment, but Damon just shrugged it was fine.

They could always hang out later. As they left the dining pavilion awhile later, Stephan turned to Damon as Elizabeth Smith walked by. Damon knew what his brother was going to say before he said it. Stephan had been crushing on the daughter of Aries for awhile now. Damon had to agree with him. She was a nice looking ad sweet girl for who her dad was. He nodded his head. "Go. Tell me about it later." His brother broke into a grin and walked off after her.

Damon sighed and stuffed his hands in his leather jacket pockets. He put his head down for a moment but when he heard someone squealing he looked up. Sure enough there was a group of girls standing around one who wasn't wearing a jacket and looked cold. The girls parted and he heard one of them say in a high pitched voice something about catching a cold and getting the sickness. Maybe they were in the same cabin?

The group walked away leaving the girl. Not really feeling cold himself he walked over to her. Taking off his jacket he draped it over her shoulders. She should've been warmed up pretty fast. But then he noticed who it was. "Lucy? Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" He looked at her with a small frown. What was she thinking? She looked chilled to the bone.

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Notes: hope this is fine ^.^

[Lucy Sawyer]

Well, it had certainly been a relaxing day. Thinking that it would be warm enough, Lucy had only slipped into a dress and a pair of small heels. It was the perfect summer outfit, even if it was only the beginning of spring. Lucy felt hopeful, and perhaps today would indeed be a wonderful day. Even if it did end up being an awful day with rain pouring own. Nevertheless, Lucy had spent it up on the beach, she thought she was already wet enough from the rain and there was hence no worry about getting any more wet. She'd taken off her heels and took a long walk along the shore. She was so damn cold, yes, but it was nice just to be alone... and unusually, Lucy felt the need to punish herself like this. Not that she knew why. It was even nicer when considering the fact that on that very day, the beach had been very quiet. And so Lucy was the only one there.

Having skipped breakfast, Lucy found herself aching for a little food around lunch time. She didn't want much to eat, but it had to be enough just to keep her going for the rest of the day. If she wanted to lose that weight, then it was certainly needed. Just a little, though. The bare minimum, perhaps. So after putting her shoes back on, Lucy started to slowly and quietly walk to the mess hall. Her stomach ached more and more as she got closer to her food. When she arrived, Lucy looked around. She was drenched, but didn't bring attention to that. At first, her gaze moved to a group that was huddled together for warmth by the looks of it. So she just ignored them and got her own food. She got some hot chocolate as an attempt for warmth, and a grilled cheese which she ate half of before dumping in the trash. Quietly, Lucy made her way through most of the hot chocolate before giving up on that too.

Eventually, Lucy moved. Still a little damp from earlier, she'd actually mostly dried off. And almost too suddenly, a group of girls surrounded her. This felt terrible. It was almost like how it had once been... the torment when she was younger. Lucy half expected them to start commenting about her weight. But instead, they picked on something else. They called her stupid for going out in the rain, which had quite obviously been done, and for wearing summer clothing.

It took a while before the girls left her and commented about her as they did. Lucy just looked down and bit her lip. That didn't go as badly as she thought it would go... but it still hurt a little. Of course she was stupid? Why didn't she wear something to warm herself up? And her somewhat violent shivering didn't help her case at all.

Then she flinched.

Looking around, she saw Damon who had just draped a jacket over her shoulders. She felt so much warmer, and her cheeks flushed. "I... thought it was going to be warm today..." Which was true. What she didn't say was that she felt the need to put herself into such a situation. She didn't need more comments right now. Almost hugging herself, she turned around to properly face him. The pink in her cheeks had calmed a little, and a soft smile appeared on Lucy's lips as her shivering became less frequent and less violent. "Thanks," She said, nodding slightly as the jacket she now wore. "For the jacket... it's really helping."

notes: Yeah, it's good. ;D This is a sucky reply though, so I apologize and hope it's okay... D:
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[Damon Lane]

Damon smiled a soft smile at the young girl. She held a certain charm to her. A cute innocent one no doubt. He smirked inwardly as he saw her cheeks were flushed. "It did start off a good day. But this camp doesn't seem to want us to have too many good days." He gave a small shrug. As she turned around to face him fully he could tell she was still a little bit cold. She thanked him for the jacket and he grinned at her.

"It's no problem. And you can return it later. I don't need it and have others." He paused for a moment as he thought. "You know, I can get you warmer quicker. The forge should be empty right now and it's as warm as...well it's just the warmest place in camp." He gave her a soft smile, trying to show that his intentions were good.

He didn't want her catching a chill which could lead to sickness. That just wouldn't do. Assuming her answer would be yes, after all, who wouldn't want to get out of this, he started walking towards the forgery. As he walked, he kept an eye on her. Watching for any signs of her still being cold. Not wanting to take any chances though, he draped an arm around her shoulders tucking her into his side. His other hand stuck in his pocket as they walked. He had a slight smile on his face.

She felt cold to him. But then again, with the heat he radiated a lot of things felt cold. He wondered if this made her even warmer. It should've. But if she didn't like it, she could slide out from underneath his arm. He had just a light touch on her. Not enough to control her every movement. They neared the forge and he let go of her to step up first. He held the door open for her and waited for her to go in before following after her. He lit the tops of his fingers on fire and flung them towards the candles, lights, and open out in the forge. It automatically started filling with a warmth that even seemed to fill Damon.

He went into the cupboards and pressed a secret compartment that only the Hephaestus kids knew was there. But he didn't mind Lucy knowing. After all, he didn't think she would go spreading it around camp what was inside the compartments. Turning around with a grin he produced marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Grabbing a couple skewers, he went to hand one to her. "I'm only that you may like s'mores. I don't know anyone who doesn't. But if you don't that's fine.""He sat down next to her opening up the bag of marshmallows and placing two on the skewer. As he held that in one hand, he started preparing the chocolate and graham crackers for once the marshmallow was done cooking.

[Lucy Sawyer]

Lucy actually blushed and looked up at him, "really?" Nodding slowly, she looked down at the floor somewhat shyly, "I'll... return it to you later, I promise." When exactly later was, Lucy wasn't sure. But Damon was being so kind to her. It... actually meant a lot to her. Lucy had never thought anyone could ever be so kind to her. She paused and looked back at him, "Oh?" Lucy grinned, "please, that would be wonderful." The girl paused and nodded once more, "especially if it's the warmest place in camp."

The girl followed Damon towards the forgery, she hugged her arms a little as she did and rubbed her hands together. The jacket he'd given her was certainly helping. The girl was not shivering so violently anymore. Raising her eyebrows a little, she turned her gaze to Damon when he tucked her into his side with his arm around her shoulder. It only made her blush a little more and she just looked forward again, also smiling a little softly.

It was warm being like this. Lucy felt slightly warmer. But eventually, as they got closer to the forge, Damon let go of her and Lucy felt a slight frown arrive at her lips. He held the door open for her and Lucy stepped in, looking around as she got inside. Lucy had never actually been in the forge before. So just being here was an unusual experience for her. Suddenly, Lucy felt a quick shiver run through her at first before everything started to get gradually warmer.

Her gaze followed Damon as he moved to the cupboard and pressed something. She just watched him curiously, raising her eyebrows when he turned around with various snacky foods. "Uh..." she started, the girl didn't usually ever eat much... but she'd have to try. Perhaps it wouldn't suddenly make her fatter than she already was. She would have to rely on that. Right now, she just had to be polite. "Sure." she said quietly, "I... I like smores." Lucy took one of the skewers from him and sat herself down, having him sit down just after her. She took a marshmallow and placed it on the skewer. She looked at Damon and bit her lip before continuing, "I'm... sorry, I've never actually done this before." The girl looked back at the marshmallow on her skewer and paused, "what exactly do you do?"


notes: I'm so sorry about how late this is, omfg. DDD: But I hope it's okay. ;D

[Damon Lane]

Damon just shrugged as she said she would return it later. It really was no biggie to him. He was just trying to be kind. When he saw someone was cold he always wanted to try and warm them up. Especially since he was always so warm. As they made their way to the forges he couldn't help but look down ever so often. She seemed to like being close to him. After all, she had a small smile and...he paused. Was that a blush he saw? He felt the corners of his lips tug up into a small grin. Well, that made things interesting. Didn't it?

Then they made it and he had gotten out the various items needed for the s'mores. As he handed her her things, he placed his marshmallow on the s'more and watched as she did the same. Just as he was about to stick his stick in the fire, he heard her speak and he stopped and looked at her, slightly shocked. "You've...you've never made s'mores before!?" His tone held a light joking to it and he hoped she caught it. He leaned forward and stuck his stick and marshmallow in the fire. He waited for it to burn, giving it a light tanning.

As he pulled it out, he stuck a piece of chocolate on a graham cracker and used the two sides of the cracker to peel the marshmallow off the stick. He took a bite of the s'more and chewed and swallowed before raising it up to her. "And that is how you make the perfect s'more. Don't worry if you fry the marshmallow too badly. Even when they are black they still taste pretty good. Then of course you can just tan the s'more. Take off the first coat, tan is again and take off that coat, and continue til there is nothing left."

S'mores were the simplest creation. Or at least he thought so. He decided that she wouldn't have too hard of a time figuring it out. It would take a really dumb person to not figure it out. And to him, even though Lucy at first didn't know how to make one, he was sure she could pick it up quickly. His eyes flicked to her again as a small smile came to his face. He liked hanging out in here alone, but even if someone else came in he knew how to enjoy the others company.

Notes: Perfectly fine. Sorry about this late one lol