#you're not gonna have a good time unless you tweak a lot like heavily towards green or something. just make Nico's color green

[aroaceleovaldez]

Thalia's color is ultramarine, Jason's color is cyan, Percy's is teal, Bianca's is green, Nico's is olive, and Hazel's is gold.

The big 3 kids make a color gradient in order (Zeus [sky] > Poseidon [ocean] > Hades [underground]) hope this helps

[on-a-lucky-tide]

It's coming to the end of term and I'm dabbling again in some of my big projects. I want to do a lot of writing over the summer, even if it's typing on my phone while lying on a SUP in Fowey harbour. I typed up an omegaverse... thing, and my writing friends proposed that it would slot quite nicely into Ad Meliora with a little tweaking. Still very much a WIP...

He snuck away once everyone was drunk. It was easy enough. Voltehre had spread the message to the others and they were sitting next to their chosen partners tentatively, only flinching a little from their amorous touches; a stroke of the cheek, a nip on the shoulder. The amber-eyed guests testing the ground to make sure this wasn't another weird trick.

Lambert slipped out the lavatory chute towards the back of the castle, and shimmied around the castle walls until he could drop into the forest to the south. Freedom tasted like spring pollen and rain. There had been a mudslide earlier in the week, and he made a note to avoid the eastern descent.

He didn't stop for sleep, and by the time the sun was rising he'd made good headway. It would take them a few hours yet to work out he was missing, and then they would have to muster a tracker, which would probably take 'em til lunch 'cause they were lazy bastards.

It would have been quicker if he'd stolen a horse, but they left a clear trail. He needed to make it as difficult as possible for the first few miles. As the sun created the trees, he clambered into one to survey the path ahead. Few more hours and he'd be halfway down to Kaedwen. Free.

As Lambert squinted into the distance, he caught sight of a lone traveller on the path. His cloak was worn and tattered, the horse looked like it had one hoof in the grave already, but it was transport. Lambert couldn't work out how big the traveller was, not under all that wool, but it was worth a try. He could always aard and run.

Perhaps if he was less tired, he might be more patient. Might not have risked it. But he needed to be as far away from Kaer Morhen as possible , so he crouched against the trunk of the tree and drew the hunting dagger from his belt. The old horse inched up the path, and the traveller looked a whole lot bigger this close. An elf, maybe. There were bags loaded on the back and sides, a bed roll.

Lambert waited until the horse and passenger were directly beneath him before he dropped from the branches. The horse reared and whinnied, Lambert wrapped his arms around the traveller and jammed his knife into the cloak. "Listen carefully," Lambert growled in his lowest voice.

The traveller tensed, and Lambert could hear him sniffing the air. Fuck. Maybe it was an elf under that hood, then? Would explain the height. "I'm listening," replied a deep voice.

"You're gonna give me this horse and I'll let you live."

"Ok."

"What?"

"I said ok. I like living. You can have the horse."

[...]

"Oh, Fen... She, uh, she doesn't move for anyone but me."

"Then tell her to move!"

"She won't unless I lead her. She's... Well, she's got a massive attitude problem, to be honest. Always has. But it's kept us alive."

Lambert felt the panic begin to build. This was wasting time, but his boots were already fucked because he hadn't managed to get into the clothes stores. Resources like that were heavily guarded. "Fuck, fine, uh..." he swallowed, "lead her down the path, and I'll... I'll suck your dick."

"You'll suck my dick? A minute ago you were gonna pry my ribs open like a clam."

"Are you gonna accept or not?" Lambert bit out.

"Yeah, alright. One dick sucking for one ferry service. Um, but, if I can offer some constructive feedback, I should ride in front so we can move faster."

"Not a chance."

"You can keep the knife on me. Make sure I don't get any ideas."

"Don't mock me."

"Look, you're the one who tried to commandeer a useless horse, I'm just...'

"Fine, fuck, hurry up. Just..."

I wrote a heartbreaking section to explain how Lambert gets into the predicament. Why he's sneaking away, what he "told the others", but it comes with its own warnings. The writing crew seemed to enjoy this, so I'm going to poke at it a bit more.

I also really loved this Aiden? He was punchy, funny, but with an undercurrent of sadness, and a heart so big. Different to Forged Aiden, but with notable parallels.