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I have the same religion as that tree over there. | Of Hecate. | PJO OC. | #Dee

Camp Half-Blood
Joined February 2014
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Tonight she smelled like a summer storm; wind and so, so much rain - something that seemed intent to drown the world. And beneath that? Enough liquor to kill an Irishmen.
Happy Father's Day to a wonderful father, who was married to a woman who ruined any chance at a father-daughter relationship.
Fingers trailed idly over the bark of a tree, one of the only sounds this deep in the wood. The only others, from what she could tell, were the sounds of waves lapping lazily at the none too distant beach and the wind lazily weaving between the branches high + (@Terpsimbrotos)
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But as she neared what she could only imagine to be where woods met sandy beach, her leisurely stroll had begun to slow until she was almost standing still; her eyes focusing on a figure in the distance, sun dancing through his blonde locks as though they were + (@Terpsimbrotos)
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a part of him. It was with an uncomfortable hesitance in which she lingered; grey eyes locked upon his form and fingers pressing against the bark of the tree she stood beside, at a loss as to if she should turn heel and leave or call out in friendly greeting. (@Terpsimbrotos)
There was a short-lived knocking on the door to @CloddishRoseate's cabin door as Soren attempted to balance the (seemingly) miscellaneous belongings in her hands. None of them seemed to belong; a small plant, a couple small toys, a blanket, a plastic box, and a small bag of +
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what may have been cat food. A very odd collection of things indeed. But if the struggle not to drop anything caused any duress, there were no visible symptoms; a brilliant smile curved rosy lips, and Soren's voice was practically bubbling over with + (@CloddishRoseate)
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the enthusiasm that never seemed to leave her. "Roooooooose! Rose, hurry up and open the door before I break something!!" (@CloddishRoseate)
Rolls her eyes. Maybe bitchy Soren needs to leave witchy Soren alone until they can play nice and enjoy some tea. xitter.cf/DeDiscidium/status/939…
...Okay, deeps breaths. This was NOT her. How about this angrier, pissier Soren go eat a Snickers. Because she is HANGRY. xitter.cf/DeDiscidium/status/939…
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LOOK. She just wants to raise plants, mourn her losses, and cuddles animals. She IS NOT fighting over a FUCKING NAME.
Notorious or not, it is her NAME. She is not forfeiting it just because it offends someone with the same name.
Excuse? She's had this name for twenty years. It is HERS.
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Oh, look, someone else with her name--
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I know it's a lot: the hair, the bod! When you're staring at a D E M I - G O D.
She's just sensitive. He hasn't done anything, she's just especially easy to wound. "Thank-you. My mother thought so as well." OH, a bee-- That would be great for her plants-- xitter.cf/AWhimsicalBee/status/9…
||; ABBIE, YOU ARE HURTING MY DELICATE BEAN'S ALREADY BROKEN HEART