calescence // open

[Max Darke]

Max hadn't meant to go to the fireworks beach that night; her plan had been to have a few glasses of champagne, and then go to bed. She thought it would be fine, maybe even help her sleep, but instead of sleep, she found dark memories. Rugged, broken memories. The film of them that surrounded her as she shaked and tossed in her sheets was as thick as mist and enough to make anyone choke. If anything, it made her want to sleep even more. Regardless, she found herself leaving her room and bumbling out of her cabin, completely barefoot against the inky ground.

The dark-haired girl pulled her sweater tighter around her, shaking slightly. For a mere second she regretted leaving, but then the memories started to fade with her warmth, and she was pleased.

She regained her heat slowly as she mindlessly wandered. She didn't take note of where she was going or what time it was, but when the dirt changed to rocks, and the rocks changed to sand, she realized where she must be. Her gaze came up from the ground, and she saw the white thread of the moon reflecting onto the black water. She heard the steady sound of the water lapping the shore, and her heart was a little calmer in her chest.

Max sat down at he edge of the water. Not close enough for the water to hit her, but close enough for it to come dangerously close. She tried to think. About anything. The way the moon reflected on the water made everything look like metal, the way the sand felt, the goosebumps rapidly rising and falling, anything. Anything but the thoughts that kept her from sleeping. Anything.

Eventually, she ran out of things to think about. Her mind was forming rough thoughts and getting rid of them as soon as they appeared, which made the list of things rather short. Her brown eyes shut and she focused on his face. She didn't know when he came to mind, but he did. He always did when she couldn't think straight. A calm seeped into the crack between her lips and into her her ears and under her eyelids, and she felt soothed, ready to sleep.

She knew that by the time she got back to the cabin, she wouldn't be able to sleep. Her resolve was to stay on that beach until she was too exhausted to think, and she could just fumble back to the cabin and collapse without a second glace. But now, in the present moment, she focused on other things: a large wave crashed against the water and it caught her toe. She shivered, but did not draw it back.

tagged: open
outfit: yo
muse: pretty good.
words: 450 give or take
notes: its named calesence because its the feeling/a state of getting warmer. or at least thats what google said. also, sorry this is all really clunky and awkward, its been a while since i've written a thread.

[Mallory Pendragon]

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while,
so that we can see life with a clearer view again.

It was dark outside. The moon glowed gently in the starless sky, casting tender shadows that playfully danced along the sandy shores. I carefully took in my surroundings, making sure that there were no humans around. Then again there were never humans around, she kept forgetting that she was at Camp Half Blood. Demigods were all around her and she was safe. All she heard was crickets and silence, the waves crashing on the shore.Mallory took a deep breath of the misty air. She exhaled, the taste of sea salt lingering on her tongue. I gazed at the ocean;it's waters were a dark blue color. The waves gently crashed on the wet sand, and Mallory smiled as the cold, foamy liquid lapped at her feet. Mallory wiggled her toes in the sand, enjoying the soft squishy texture.

Having just come from training in the arena, Mallory was dripping in sweat and so the cool autumn breeze was refreshing on her body. Her hair was tied back in an elastic band to keep away from her face. She took the elastic band from her hair and let the black curls fall free. She approached the beach in which only a few nights ago had held fireworks and a party from the Dionysus girls: Abi and Alexia.

The fireworks beach was empty except for one person. Mallory couldn't see very well in the darkness of the night. propping her hand in front of her a ball of light settled into the empty space in front of her. Her eyes turned gold but only for a second or two. That was one of her magic power perks. Her eyes changed from their natural green to a startling gold as she did her magic. The light followed the movement of her hand and illuminated the shadowy figure. It was Max. Max was one of the other counselors. She hadn't really talked to her before though. "Max?" she started. "Is that you?" she said adjusting the ball of light in her hand.

Most of the campers had gone back to their respective cabins because it was almost lights out. The day was tiring as some of the other kids were starting to pack up, ready to head back to the mortal world. Soon it would just be the year rounders left. "What are you doing out here?" she said noticing her shiver. Mallory hadn't processed the cold earlier when her feet had dipped in the water. Her black curls cascaded down her back in a dark waterfall. "Aren't you cold?" she asked, curious. The harpies would be out soon and she hoped that they left them alone because they were counselors but no matter. If they didn't...the camp would be having BBQ for dinner tomorrow.

words:465
outfit:Click Here
tagged: Max Darke
notes:Mallory has come bearing magic and questions xD

[Max Darke]

"Max? Is that you?"

At the sound of her name, Max jumped out of her reverie; she hadn't been aware of another presence on the beach. Her shoulders straightened out of habit, and her fists were clenched in front of her, scrambling to her feet. To an attack position. Before she could get all the way up, she recognized the face: A fellow counselor. She relaxed slightly, standing now. She let her hands fall to her sides, watching the dangerous glowing ball of light being held before her.

"Y-yeah." She stuttered, the word falling out of her mouth before she could fully form it. "Yeah, it's me. You're, uh, Mally?" As soon as she said the name, she knew it wasn't right. "No, uh... Mallor? That's not right..." Max shut her eyes, trying to find the name. "Mall.. ory. Mallory! That's it!" She exclaimed, glad to have found something to focus on, if only for a second.

"What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?"

Max stared curiously at her. Had it been the other way around, Max would have just noticed her, and let her go. It's not like she had any business in what the other girl was doing. A strange thing, curiosity. How did that phrase go? Max thought.

"Uh no, I'm fine." She said, her brain still searching. "I just came out here to... Think. It was way to stuffy in the big house." Right, curiosity killed the cat. But wasn't there more too it than that?

"Um, I might ask you the same thing though. Why are you here?" If Mallory was going to dive into curiosity, Max would do the same. She remembered the whole phrase now, it struck her like a lightning bolt: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

tagged: open
outfit: yo
muse: still good
words: 300ish
notes: sorry this kinda sucks lol.