Calling all Demigods! discussion

The Eris Cabin is set on the edge of the forest, dark and gloomy, and set apart from the other cabins. It is a simple building made of black shale, two ordinary black swords crossed over the threshold. The beds inside are covered in black silk, and the colour theme is black and silver. RP Here.

Anthea entered the cabin, eating an apple. She figured it would be gone as soon as she became truely emotional. No doubt that would be pretty soon. Anthea's dagger was strapped to her arm.

She wore a dark skirt considering how it was the end of the summer. Her blouse was long-sleeved and bloodred red. Her long boots- which matched her blouse- came up to her knees. Her blond hair hung around her shoulders.

She placed the apple down and started to braid her hair. She wondered if her siblings would ever show up. Guess not, she thought. Whatever.

Anthea dropped her braid to her left shoulder. She picked up her apple again, taking a bite.

(Can someone enter the cabin please? This is boring.)

She crossed her legs on the bed. Being extremely bored, she disposed her apple. Anthea unstrapped her dagger, using it to file her nails. Anthea began applying bloodred red nail polish on her pinkie nail after filing her nails.

((don't post one after another. Just edit your post. Thank you.))

((pakpackpackpakpak.
Leaveleaveleaveleaveleave.))
Peter, all alone- thankfully- in his cabin, stood at his bed, packing. Whoop-dee-doo. Honestly, he'd rather not return home. But his father claimed it was 'bonding time'.
Bonding time my @SS, Peter thought as he shoved the last of his clothes in his bag. He's just looking for a godsdamned excuse to not be alone.
As not to deal with the madness the last few hours were, Peter left early, walking out the door without a single goodbye.

Anthea watched silently. For once, her expression was blank not by her will.

She stood after a moment. Time to visit Midnight. Anthea changed to something more fit for pegasus riding before taking off in the direction of the stables.

The door opened easily; it was never locked. The makeshift sack that was his jacket and textbooks were thrown across the room, and Bronwen delicately dropped from his arms.

Hands were on her hips immediately, lips pressed up against hers.

((ANOTHER QUESTION: how far until we faze to morning?))

The time constraint was no longer pressed upon the angel. In the safety of his own home, no curfew could be called.

A gentle hand slid up her shirt, stopping at the curve in her side. Head tilted back for a rushed breath before lips returned to lips.

((mehhhhhh.... Honestly, keeping it PG-13, how much further can we go? XDDD))

The kisses fiercer, the need stronger. She was pulled as close to him as she could be. Hand on her side stayed there, the other tangling her hair.

((Umm as soon as the clothes start flying, kids. YOU CRAZY TEENAGERS! GET OFF MY LAWN! I NEVER HAD GOODREADS WHEN I WAS A KID! I HAD A PIGEON!))

((I was kidding, Gwyn. Ha. Ha. *fire eyes*))

(Oh. :D)

((AND FAZE?))

((psh that's what I meant...))

***

The harsh yellow glare of the rising sun was shining directly through the window and onto the pair, entwined amongst black sheets.

To be able to wake up and know that the Doll would still be there was a miraculous feeling for Peter. Blue eyes fluttered open slowly; hair was tousled and lips were raw.

His arms were still around her, Bronwen, his. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Hey," he murmured, a gentle word followed by a gentle kiss.

"Is that a hello?" he asked against her lips. One gentle hand was playing with tangled brown locks, twirling strands around his fingers as he straightened it out. The other hand rested upon her bare midriff, fingers curling around her curves.

The angel was tender with his Doll, hands never straying to places they shouldn't go. Despite the intimacy, Peter was still a gentleman at heart.

"Sleep well?" he asked in a cooing voice.

"I'm glad."

A gentle voice was always used around her. Never harsh words. And yet, Peter never treated her as a child. She was an equal individual, just... A special one.

Lips gently brushed lips, then: "Allow me to escape you for a few moments, Doll?" Without awaiting a response, the son of Eris rose and gingerly made his way over to the shower.

Shower was quick, and he returned with wet hair and a pair of jeans. A smile crossed his lips; she had stayed. He gentle crawled over her and returned next to her.