“Don’t do that to me!” Destiny said playfully, he laughed as he wrapped his hands around her, kissing her on the cheek “Oh but you just looked so cute and fun to mess with.” He teased, he nuzzled into her neck and licked a h!ckey he had left there, “But I promise, I won’t tease you again.” He whispered into her ear, brushing a strand of hair away from her beautiful face. She smiled at him, and Deshawn could only think, ‘wow she looked like a goddess’ The moon goddess was probably jealous of Destiny’s beauty, he declared in his mind. He perked when she offered to teach him how to use her power, with the promise he’ll give it back and he couldn’t help let out a heavy laugh. “Destiny.” He didn’t say her name fast nor slow, just soft and low, making sure he pronounced each syllable of her name des-ti-ny. "I’ll never not give you back your powers, you’ll have them back." He promised.
Augustus agreed with every word the man had said. Funny how some men thought putting on nail polished or wearing a necklace feminized them, don’t they know what it is to be a man? A simple necklace, shaving, wearing nail polished didn’t stop them from being male. “I supposed being the best dress also is something to assert dominance. Wearing a plain blue suit, isn’t something i’ll ever want to do.” He said his face turning sour imagining himself wearing what he saw some of the other guys wearing. “Fashionable people such as yourself and I can be evil at times, but I know you’re not evil nor am I.” He laughed, “But hey, if you ever think of dominating the world, call me. I’m ready to force men into dressing properly.”
“I’d love to live in a world like that. Can you just imagine how better the world would be once men realize they could be vulnerable and could dress nicely? I can’t, it’s such a unrealistic idea, but that’s exactly why I would love to see it. Because that idea shouldn’t be unrealistic … Don’t you just wish you were back in the 17th century where wearing a simple single colored jacket was not fashionable and having embroidery on it and flowers was considered the beauty standard for men? The only bad thing about fashion back then is the lice in the hair, so I’d be forced to chop all this natural delight I have and wear a white powdered wig becuase those are not nearly as soft as my hair … And the wigs are worn until the 19th century when men start wearing their hair short instead of in a wig to avoid lice and then again …” Cesare let his fingers go through his hair “My hair wouldn’t thrive.”
She couldn’t help but snuggle into his warm embrace with his strong arms around her, both loving and hating how insanely good it felt, but knowing they could never do it again, except that she’d blush every time she saw him. “That’s me, cute and fun.” She said playfully. He then nuzzled into her neck and licked a h!ckey he had left there, she leaned her head back a little, giving him room as she remembered what he was doing at the same time he gave that to her. “Right, I had no idea I was that flexible before.” She giggled softly. He then said her name in such a way that just his voice sent shivers down her spine and tingling feelings, other places. She didn’t even know this chiseled Greek god of a man except that he was unbelievably good in bed but the way he said that to her, she believed him 100%. “Ok, I trust you.” She said softly as she gently traced the defined lines of his toned physique, his pecs down to his six pack abs. “So, how do you do it? Will it hurt?” She asked both questions as a whisper.
Jaxson didn’t smile too often these days but the kindness of a stranger was enough to always make him at least half-smile. “I would really appreciate that, Miss.” He grabbed his stuff and followed her, listening as she talked. “I was born in Alaska but my family moved to Canada after I was born.” He answered, then she introduced herself. Jaxson nodded respectfully, “Jaxson, but spelled with an ‘x’ instead of ‘ck’.” She seemed to be energetic and Jaxson again checked the letter, it mentioned wearing blue to the party. He sighed as he was wearing a red plaid shirt and not his blue one. “Miss, um, excuse me, Berit. Would mind if I changed my shirt really quick? The letter said the theme was blue and it seems I am wearing red.”
Andromeda saw an opportunity and shook her head, “Fine, so long as you promise to never tell anyone about me.” She put her trenchcoat back on and stuck her hand out to shake. With the other hand she picked up her drink and sipped it. Andi couldn’t stop a laugh, “Yes, you did.” She thought for a moment, “I never really thought about it like that, but I suppose so.”
Audrey got his task but strangely enough he didn’t yet get his soulmate. He was a little late to the party but that’s because he was too embarrased wearing this and this thing. However, he plucked up enough courage to step out there. He remebered when he was young somebody told him that it doesn’t matter what he wears since he can’t see himself and wouldn’t know if he’s wearing something ugly unless somebody mentions it to him. So that’s why he was able to come tonight. He wanted to head straight for the bar, but something teal or turqouise caught his eye instead. He walked to the person with the crazy colored hair because maybe that way people will assume it was his choice to dress this way.
“Hey there, I like your hair.” he said noticing that the boy he was walking towards isn’t exactly a boy and would have to ask for pronouns.
“Yeah, there’s no one else in this bathroom, is there?” Emma asked jokingly. Emma let Freya pull her up, heading towards the door. “What do you think they have? I didn’t look because I was too busy with my…uh…task. I’ll never forgive myself for that. I swear.” @Bluecookies - Freya
Juniper awkwardly straightened their tie, shuffling. This felt weird. They were so used to wearing casual clothes. Oh well. They sat down at a table, placing their hands at the table. “Hey there, I like your hair.” A smile immediately spread across Juniper’s face as they turned around. “Oh, hey. Thank you so much. Funnily enough, it’s natural. My power is Chlorokinesis.” @LunaticLeviTheSecond - Audrey
Freya laughed softly, “I just meant now that you know my secret, you’re not ashamed or embarrassed to be seen with me?” She shook her head, “I don’t know, and same.” She looked down before looking back up at Emma, “I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that, I’m sorry again.”
“I promise you that.” William said with a sly smile knowing he already made that promise to himself before he had to make it to her. Then he remebered what was waiting for him at his home and because of the thought his sly smile remained on his lips for a moment longer. “In fact … I have made that promise already except not to you … so in order to prove to you how serious I am about keeping that promise … I’ll have to show you something, but it’s back at my cabin. Come with me and I’ll show you.”
“My name isn’t Casper.” North protested as the girl took his cold hand. He let her drag him for a bit before she asked him where his cabin was.
“Why are you asking where my cabin is? Didn’t we just establish we were not doing that?” He raised an eyebrow as he asked her the question. When he finished he pointed in the direction of a cabin in the distance. “That’s my cabin, though I have no idea why you would want to know that.”
He pulled his hand away from the girl’s grip and put his hands in his pockets. “Let’s just get this overwith, okay? Where is the place you want to go to?” He asked, quickly changing the subject.
“Really? It’s natural?” He asked as he sad down in disbelief. “Such a cool color though. As you can probably already tell, this” He pointed to his clown costume afro on his head “isn’t exactly real.” He thought of a good reason why he would wear rainbow hair for any occasion that isn’t a costume party and he said “Yeah it’s for pride.” He regreted that as soon as he realized it’s not pride month.
“I know your name isn’t Casper, you never gave me your name, but it is your nickanme, at least that’s what I’m branding it to be from now on because you are so white and pale you look almostdead, like Casper the ghost. And you got my message right, we’re gonna stay out of the cabin, just like you’ll stay out of my trousers. I overheard somebody saying there are cameras on the outside of cabins, but they didn’t find any indoors. So, better to be safe than sorry and do the rap battle outside where there are cameras but no people.” She said, getting a bit frustrated. “So that’s where I want to go.” She was annoyed by the fact he’s the one practically shouting ‘Let’s go, let’s get this over with’ but when Orla goes he says ‘Stop’. “Do you want to go or no?”
Emma shook her head. “Nope. As long as you’re not afraid of me.” Emma said, holding the door open for Freya. “After you.” Emma giggled when Freya apologized for the kiss. “It’s fine. It was nice. My first kiss, actually.” @Bluecookies - Freya
North actually smiled a bit as the girl explained her reasoning behind his nickname. “That’s a new one.” He chuckled a bit.
He listened to her explanation and nodded a bit, understanding her logic behind it. Though, he could tell she was getting a bit heated by this whole conversation. When she asked him if he really wanted to do this, he said yes when actually he just wanted to go chill in his cabin and read a book.
He looked at her before he took her hand again, and he began to lead her over to his cabin. “My area of camp is kind of cold, so I hope you weren’t expecting to be surrounded by the heat emmitted by the surrounding cabins.” He explained to her as they got closer to his cabin. The air began to cool down a bit, getting slightly colder the closer they got to the cabin.
“See…I kind of…have a thing for the cold.” He smiled as they reached the cabin, letting go of the girl then holding out his hands as he conjured up two microphones out of ice in his hands.
“That’s a new one? You either never had a nickanme before or befriended a lot of sticks-in-the-mud” She noted.
“Oh you have a think for the cold? I hadn’t noticed. Let’s get to it … I need something to rhyme with and I suppose you do too … my name is Orla, what’s yours?”
“A little bit of both, actually.” He replied. “My name is North…like the direction. Orla is a cute name.”
He handed Orla a mic and stepped back as he bow down to her, one arm holding his stomach and the other held out to the side. “You first, your majesty.” He said, giving her the chance to start the rap battle.
“North? That’s a stupid name. I’m so sorry for you.” When they arrived at the destination Orla stood there in her big blue dress looking like a snow queen.
“I don’t know a lot of fact about you but I bet I can still win this battle, who starts first? Oh me, you said. Let’s do this.”
“Okay I know you can’t give me a beat, you’re white than a ghost and that’s too white to know how to give me one, so I’ll just find one on my phone.”
Verse 1:
You say this cabin’s cold
but my rymes be so sizzling hot
I’ll melt your brain off,
cuz there’s not much of it anyways
Your power is cold,
bet your verses are too
knowing this is your debut
I can’t expect you to come through!"
Augustus chuckled, “I do wish fashion was like the 17th century, but.” he took a sip of his drink, “I don’t wish to be back at the 17 century.” They were many reasons why; sexism was one of them- he cared for his adopted younger sister, he really did and wouldn’t feel comfortable watching her being treated like a second class citizen if they were back in the 17 century. The other one was magic, the discrimination of people with magic was prominent in the 17th century, though he wasn’t afraid of what they would do to him because hello… he was the literal son of the moon goddess and he could easily wipe them out, but he didn’t like the idea of having to be careful in order to not cause a genocide. “True, also a lot of 17th century male shoes were simple.” He paused as if waiting for dramatic effect, “Horrendous, the outfits were good but the shoes i’ll have to rate them below a 5 if you asked me.”
