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//Moved to @withinkandquill.

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therampicncrew -> captainiskiing

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Devlin doesn’t need to show him. Wolf’s seen it before. More than any of the other counselors here now, Wolf knows these woods. Not just because he grew up here or because he was another one of Ares’ children who took their patrols with a notable seriousness, but because for so long, these woods had been something akin to an escape.

The Ares cabin was full of his siblings, the counselor dorms more private but still not really, the camp itself always bustling with movement - the woods were the only place quiet and still, even despite the varied fauna and the dryads that inhabit the trees. They were the only place where Wolf felt he could relax. Well, the woods…and at Scarlet’s side, but that was a different story.

“No,” he answers simply. Taut muscles relax a little more until his stance is not quite friendly, but no longer threatening either. Those green eyes continue to look him up and down. “Most of the staff has spoken of you at some point or another - Devlin, son of Hades, co-founder of Camp Half-Blood. You’re pretty famous here, even still.”

"No," Wolf answers gruffly. "Not yet anyways."

With the mist disguising Camp Half-Blood, they didn't often find anyone wandering around its borders save for the usual demigod child led here by chance, the gods, or a satyr protector. To find a grown man here, though...and a demigod at that...it was amazing he survived out there this long...

He lowers his sword.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

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“No trouble at all. Like I said, this is my last delivery.”

Scarlet drops the crate off inside the back door of the little tavern and collects her pay before leading Hel off down the streets. For a moment, she lets the silence hang heavily around them but not for long.

Tucking her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she glances back at her new companion.

“So, where are you from?”

It’s a small town, but that does not mean it’s impossible to get turned around here either. Most of the buildings were very similar to each other, made of the same stone, and signs mostly stayed small and nondescript. This wouldn’t be the first time Scarlet had to help a visitor find their way.

“If you give me just a minute to finish up this delivery,” she says, “I can walk you there. It’s not far.”

Without waiting for a response, she turns back to hoist a crate of brilliant green heads of lettuce into her arms and carry them towards the back door of the building across the way.

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Scarlet + Name meanings

“She did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of animal, and she was not afraid of him.”

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Cinder + Name meanings

“Vanity is a factor, but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth.”

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Scarlet + Locations

“He gaped at the controls. “Why is my ship talking back to me?”

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Cinder + Locations

“Her netlink fished for information, telling her that the palace had been built after World War IV, when the city was little more than rubble.”

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Can we PLEASE talk about the fact that when Wolf tells Scarlet "I love you" her response is a sarcastic "Really? I couldn't tell." I mean, how amazing would it be if all love declarations were so backed up by actions that they could warrant this response

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Winter and Jacin from The Lunar Chronicles.

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"No, I suppose not," Scarlet replies, straight-faced as she lifts her hands from her hips to cross them over her chest. "It's nearly noon and uh, the 23rd...of March..."

She had heard of things like amnesia muddling the memories of people with head injuries and the like, but the bigger question here was if this woman thought she was from Seattle, how in the world did she get to France let alone Benoit Farms and Gardens. There was no way she came from a country on the other side of the world to visit small town Rieux and Paris was an eight-hour train ride away.

"We found you passed out in the fields and brought you in here. Do you remember anything like...who you are and how you got here?"

open to: anybody!

plot: Louise is waking up after a full moon… in your muse’s house

“Lord! Where am I?” Honestly, the closest thing she could compare mornings like this to was a horrible hangover. A little foreboding sense of dread mixed in there for good measure. “Oh! Hello.” How on Earth did she get in here, anyway? The Wolf didn’t normally break into houses. “Would you mind telling me if I’m still in Seattle?” No need to go into specifics. On the other hand, she doesn’t need to garner a reputation (wherever this is) as a homeless woman with a habit of B&E.

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Did she enjoy living on the farm?!

Asking that was like asking Scarlet if she enjoyed breathing!

This farm was everything to her. Her grandmere had been running it since before Scarlet was born and this place, with her grandmother's constant presence, had been the first place Scarlet had ever felt...safe...loved...valued...beyond the bare minimum. Her mother had left when she was a baby and while her father had managed to keep her alive, it was about all he did. As soon as he got the chance to dump her on her grandmother, he did but Scarlet hadn't minded in the long run. She loved Grandmere and the farm more than anything and anyone and she hadn't wanted to go back to sitting alone in that small Parisian apartment waiting for her father to turn up reeking of Cognac anyway. And now that her grandmother was gone, it was the one place where Scarlet could still feel her presence. Her grandmother's touch was everywhere, her love poured into each nook and cranny of this place. Scarlet wouldn't trade it for the world.

She wouldn't mind sharing it with someone other than Wolf for a while either except...it meant she would finally have to do the inevitable. She would have to clean out her grandmother's room. She would have to move herself and Wolf into it. Or Louise. She knew it would have to be done at some point, her childhood bedroom was a bit small for both her and Wolf but...the thought of it...

She swallows hard, a polite smile straining her lips.

"Of course, you can stay until you get back on your feet. I love this place and I hope you will too."

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Scarlet can’t help but laugh as her gaze sweeps up towards the older woman.

“A year ago I would have said you were crazy if you told me I was going to fly to the moon, fall in love with one of the queen’s mutant wolf soldiers, become a pet for some delusional Lunar princess, contract the plague, and fight in a whole rebellion, but now Wolf lives here with me on the farm, that princess is one of my best friends, I survived the plague, and you know, we actually won that rebellion so whatever you’re about to tell me, I promise it’s nothing.”

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"No," Wolf answers gruffly. "Not yet anyways."

With the mist disguising Camp Half-Blood, they didn't often find anyone wandering around its borders save for the usual demigod child led here by chance, the gods, or a satyr protector. To find a grown man here, though...and a demigod at that...it was amazing he survived out there this long...

He lowers his sword.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

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The sharp point of a sword comes to rest beneath Devlin’s chin, celestial bronze glinting in the fading light as it presses against the soft flesh of his throat. Wolf fixes startlingly green eyes on the stranger, every muscle taut beneath his olive skin.

“Who are you,” he half-growls, “and what business do you have here?”

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In regards to the language talk in the fandom recently, it's good to note that the dialogue is written in English for the sake of readership, but the characters may not being speaking English.

Marissa says that universal language is a mix of English, Spanish and Chinese, probably because they're the most common languages. But in the case of dialects, Cinder and Kai could very well be speaking in a Mandarin dialect, Scarlet and Émilie in French, etc. etc.

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It’s a small town, but that does not mean it’s impossible to get turned around here either. Most of the buildings were very similar to each other, made of the same stone, and signs mostly stayed small and nondescript. This wouldn’t be the first time Scarlet had to help a visitor find their way.

“If you give me just a minute to finish up this delivery,” she says, “I can walk you there. It’s not far.”

Without waiting for a response, she turns back to hoist a crate of brilliant green heads of lettuce into her arms and carry them towards the back door of the building across the way.

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Scarlet absently tugs on the strings of her hoodie as she watches the other woman, a rare stranger in a small town, finally deciding to say something after a long moment.

“Excusez-moi. You seem a little lost. Can I help you with anything?”