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[Elizaveta Héderváry]

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[attr="class","YAMtext"] The hot sun beating down on Eliza’s neck didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. If anything, it was a motivator. just something that would push her to train harder, so she could to the water sooner. Eliza trained hard, certainly. She put her powers to good use, and was one of the best fighters around camp. She had been around since she was younger, the girl was quite the tomboy, despite what her frilly loli-style skirt may have said about her. Honestly, she thought fashion had very little to do with her persona. She just thought the flower in her hair was cute, something to add to her wavy brown locks. However, now she was just in a simple white tank top and a worn black tennis skirt, along with her favorite pair of worn in sneakers. [break][break] The brunette panted, her chest heaving slightly, though that may not have been to visible considering the fact that she had a tight sports bra on. There was no way she was going to be training without one, unless any onlookers really wanted to get a sword to the face. The Daughter of Athena wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, huffing slightly. It was far too hot for her to be training for hours with little to no water. Good gods, what was she thinking… Nothing good. Whatever frustrated her, Eliza vented it out through training, or fanfiction. Writing angst was a great way to relieve tension, but it was never fun when you nose bleed all over your fic. With one last jab, Eliza went in for the kill with the dummy she had been hacking apart. However, as she landed her hit, she felt a sharp pain up her leg, stemming from where the foot and leg connected. She was sure she hadn’t broken anything by the looks of it, but it seemed rather she had twisted it. Nothing really lasting, but damn did it hurt in the moment. Eliza bit her lip, grunting slightly in pain, leaving her sword skewered in the dummy. The fact that it was jammed into a dummy was hopefully enough to say ‘You know, maybe this shouldn’t be touched’, or perhaps people truly were growing stupider by the day. [break][break] Eliza hobbled off, keeping the delicate balance of pressure on her foot. She had twisted her ankle before quite a few times, and even broken body parts from riding. Getting thrown off a horse tended to have some quite negative side effects on someone. Sometimes those included broken collarbones. It wasn’t uncommon for the young girl to get into fights when she was young too. She was a little spitfire, one of the camps mischief makers. She also might have been the only one who didn’t mind stable duty either. Eliza grew on a ranch, for the gods sake. She had grown used to the smell of barnyard and animal feces. Eliza truly loved animals… They were better companions than people, sometimes. Especially horses. Riding them was one of the most comforting things she had. She was very upset at the loss of the stables after the war, as they were one of her favorite parts of camp. It wasn’t even mostly the pegasi, in fact, pegasi terrified her. She had a favorite horse too, Agnes. She went to the stables nearly everyday…[break][break] Eliza had hobbled over towards the place she would have assumed would be the best for a dip in cold water, one that wouldn’t leave a salty cracked feeling to her clothes. The lake by camp was quite clean, and submerging her ankle in cold water would be good to reduce the pain in a way that didn’t require a trip to the medical tent. She had always hated having to go to the infirmary at camp, because it just kept her grounded for longer. I mean, yeah the infirmary was pretty helpful when you had third degree burns all down the side of your arm because of the lava wall, but Eliza insisted she was fine the next day. Eliza sat down on the side of a large rock, slowly dipping her ankle into the water. The cold felt so nice, part of her wanted to hop in, maybe float a bit on her back to raise her ankle. I mean, she was just wearing a tank and tennis skirt. She had a clothesline for a reason, right? Eliza was distracted, she didn’t even consider the possibility that someone may have been behind her, much less have heard their footsteps. [break][break]

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[Alexander Orion]

Elizaveta Héderváry

The sun shimmered through the water above Alexander’s head as he floated around completely submerged. It was his version of endurance. If you can hold your breath for a long time, in battle, or when you are running for your life, you’ll be able to breathe at a steadier pace. At least that was what he had read. Alexander was beginning to realize that demigod books aren’t always the most honest.



He had been reading a lot as of late. Though he had only learned to read as of three years ago, he seemed to have read everything of great importance in the english language. In the three years since his arrival at camp half blood he had left and came back a total of three times. He wished he could say one per year just for the poetry of it, but it was all in the same year. The time away from camp gave him considerable time for reading. He found a list online of ‘the great english novels’ as well as ‘great works of literature’ and worked his way down the list. His favorite as of late was ‘The Folding Star’ by Alan Hollinghurst, mostly for its extremely graphic and insanely acurate depiction of sex. Now, Alexander wasn’t homosexual, but the sexuality and eroticism was hard to deny for a son of Eros. He also truly enjoyed ‘Couples’ by John Updike, it felt more like a book that was written by his grandmother, Aphrodite. Filled with sex and adultery and consistent reminder of the faults of humanity as soon as sex enters the equation. I bet Aphrodite loved it. Probably keeps it on her nightstand.



He came up for air. It was a hot day. Even sitting in the coolness of the lake he could feel it. The kind of hot that keeps you laying around in your own stickiness, too lazy for anything else. But demigods aren’t like other people. The camp was running as if it wasn’t one of the hottest days of the year so far. He swam to shore, walking as soon as it was shallow enough for him to do so. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail as soon as he was back on land. Using the hair tie he had stolen off of last night's escapade. It was bright pink, but the son of Eros didn’t mind.



To his right he noticed a pretty girl. A familiar face. Elizaveta. Daughter of Athena. The son of Eros always had trouble with the children of Athena. They were smart and wise. Not easily driven off course by a horny boy with abs. Eliza was no different. There was always something between them, however. Alexander could feel those kinds of things. He looked down at himself momentarily. Shirtless from the swimming, a pair of shorts covering his bottom extremities. Alexander looked like a man out of an action movie. Ripped in ways people didn’t know was possible. That’s probably what happens when you spend two thirds of your day exercising and drilling. With the water still glistening off his chest, he walked towards Eliza.



Her back was turned to him, her foot dangling into the lake. She was wearing a white tank top with a small skirt on. She looked like she had been working out. Alex punched the air a few times in an attempt to make his muscles look a bit more puffy when they first talked. He was starting to become shameless in these situations.



“Elizaveta, long time no see.” Alexander said, coming to her side, and taking a seat. “I miss the sound of your voice.” He was making no attempt to hide the seductiveness in his voice. In fact, he was accenting it. “And of course, those eyes.” The son of Eros locked eyes with her, waiting for response.