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Jin stepped into the dimly lit room, the soft, melodic strains of Robin’s voice wrapping around him like a warm blanket. He paused for a moment, captivated by the haunting beauty of her song. “Interesting song…” he murmured under his breath, his curiosity piqued. With careful movements, he took a few slow, deliberate steps, trying to keep his presence unnoticed. Each footfall was light against the creaking floorboards, as he inched closer to her, eager to immerse himself in the melody that seemed to dance through the air.

He flashed a warm smile as he settled himself behind her, his presence both comforting and familiar. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the very air around them could be disturbed by louder words.

(eeep- sorry ive been busy doing stuff)

He leaned back slightly, putting a hand behind his head as he relaxed into the moment. “You know, scaring people can actually be a bit of fun,” he continued, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he recalled his latest prank.

"I noticed you hadn’t shown up at the dining pavilion, so I decided to look for you. After searching around, I eventually found you in this spot."

Quinn's eyes drift over the large stone stairs as he walks into the open area known as the amphitheater. He climbs up, watching the flames flicker in front of him as he takes a seat on the last row. He enjoyed the warmth of the fire, it was much more inviting than the chill of his cabin. He eventually has to pull his eyes away from the flames so he doesn't go blind, but they sure were captivating.

The silence was enjoyable. The crackle of fire, the sound of birds calling as they flew over.. he always found peace in lonely moments like this. Which was quite often. He rolls onto his back, staring at the clouds drifting across the sky, trying to make out shapes as they passed.

Jon's eyelids opened and he looked surprise to see someone else in here. On instinct he called shadows to him, completely shrouding him in darkness. He blended in to the already shadowy alcove he was sitting in.

Jon suddenly felt like he was intruding on something, and he had no idea how to get out of this without exposing himself. He could always plunge the amphitheater into darkness, but that felt wrong too.

Quinn furrows his brows, feeling like something was completely off. He sits up, looking around the amphitheater with a squint. He felt as though somebody was here, just watching him. The chances were as low as they were high, he would be able to see someone by now. It's quite difficult to hide in such an open area.

He didn't want to speak, unless they were dangerous. But, his tongue had other plans. "Hello? Is anyone here?" He calls out, trying to sound tough, but his voice cracked and wavered.

Sorry!))

Jon panicked, looking around franticly. Surely there was another exit somewhere in here?

Jon slowly walked forwards, staying along the shadowy edge of the alcoves. He prayed to any god that would listen to not be seen. But, just at the wrong moment, a white shadow barreled into him, happily licking Jon's face.

Quinn jumps at the sight of something white barreling into the shadows. He quickly turns his body to try and figure out what it was, furrowing his brows. Was it.. licking something? It was most certainly licking something, pretty hard to not notice something like that. He reluctantly stands up, walking his way over to the shadows.

"Hello?" He cranes his head to the side, trying to see beyond the white shadow.

Jon groaned, and the shadows dispersed around him. All but the white shadow, that is. "Damnit Ghost," he scowled, slowly sitting up. His eyes caught on Quinn's and he smiled sheepishly. "Heya."

"Oh! Hi," Quinn squints at the white shadow, then looks over at Jon. This guy was hiding, in the shadows. Seriously? Quinn wasn't scary enough to cause someone to hide. But that wasn't the biggest issue here, he was more concerned about the white shadow. What was it? He could make out ears and a tail, so it was obviously some furry animal.

"So.." He holds his hands out, extending his fingers and motioning to the white shadow, "What is it meant to be?" Quinn had a feeling it was a very obvious animal, and he was going to feel very stupid within the next couple of seconds.

Jon's eyes lit up with slight indignation, "It has a name, and it's Ghost." he flashed Quinn an icy smile, "And he is a direwolf. Don't ask how I made him, he's just kind of always been here." Jon studied him as he slowly got up

"Direwolf like the extinct one?" Quinn stares at the animal for a moment longer, taking in the sight of an extinct animal. It certainly explains the abnormal size of it, much larger than the average wolf. "And I wasn't going to ask, anything is possible nowadays," he nervously smiled, a little put on edge by Jon's smiling.

Quinn clears his throat, rocking on his heels. "So.. is his name Ghost because he's white like a Ghost?"

Ghost turned around and Quinn could see his blood red eyes. "Yes and no. He's also named Ghost because he never makes a sound." Jon seemed proud of the Direwolf.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything," He said suddenly, looking Quinn in the eyes. "I was here for some alone time, and then you showed up and I felt like you were doing something private."

"Never makes a sound, got it," Quinn would keep that in mind about the direwolf. He wanted to reach out and just collapse against Ghost's fur, petting him all over. Yet, that felt a little disrespectful to do without asking. And he didn't plan on asking anytime soon.

"No, no! You didn't interrupt anything. I was just.. relaxing. As one does, y'know?" A nervous laugh escapes his lips, clasping his hands together in front of his stomach. "If anyone should be sorry it should be me. I was the one that intruded on your alone time."

Jon noticed the look on Quinn's face. "You can pet him if you want," he shrugged. It wasn't a big deal to him, it sometimes even brought him joy to see people enjoy Ghost as much as he did. Usually people took one look at Ghost and ran.

"No, it's fine," he said. "I needed someone to get me out of my mope anyways. It's been boring lately." he smiled slightly

Quinn's face lights up, a warm smile breaking out on his face. "Really? Thank you!" Quinn carefully walks over to Ghost, reaching out and starting to pet the direwolf. "He's so fluffy.." he was mostly talking to himself, completely admiring Ghost's fur.

"You've been moping?" Quinn turns his gaze to look at Jon, a curious tone in his voice. "Mind if I ask why? Or are you just moping to mope?"

Ghost's tail wagged and he happily licked Quinn's fingers.

"Moping from boredom." he replied, a guarded look crossing over his face. He fell silent, seeming to zone out and look at nothing.

Quinn laughs quietly, feeling Ghost lick his fingers. He smothers the direwolf in compliments and pets, his gaze flitting up to Jon's. He pauses, seeing the look on the boy's face.

"Moping from boredom.. right." He wanted to pry, he really wanted to. But seeing that guarded and zoned out look on Jon's face told him he shouldn't. "Well.. maybe I could help you get un-bored?"

I have a sudden urge to ship them XD))

Ghost's tail wagged faster, gently nudging Quinn's hand and whining softly. Jon's gaze snapped over, surprised. "He never makes noise. I think you broke my Direwolf." he joked.

Jon turned back to Quinn, looking surprised. "You would do that for me?" he paused, "I mean, sure. What are we going to do first?"

// i mean, if you want to i'm down!

Quinn smiles wider, enjoying the direwolf. It's been so long since he's seen a.. relatively normal animal that isn't trying to kill him. He looks over at Jon upon hearing that comment, a proud look flashing in his eyes. "I guess I'm just special."

He was glad when he hears Jon's agreement, sitting up ever so slightly. "Well.. what do you like to do? Surely you can't just like moping around."

Sure :D btw, hru?))

Ghost threaded himself around Quinn's legs, not unlike a feline. "You're just an attention seeker," Jon said, scowling at the Direwolf. Jon created a milkbone treat out of shadows and tossed it to Quinn.

"But moping around is so fun." he protested, "And I love to spar, sometimes to swim." he cocked his head, thinking, "Reading is fun too."

// I'm good, wby?

Quinn stumbles, almost falling as Ghost threaded around his legs. He catches the milkbone treat with a struggle, trying not to drop it. "It's fine, he's not an attention seeker. Just cuddly." Quinn tosses Ghost the treat, trying to slowly free his legs so he doesn't fall.

"Well.. I personally suck at sparring. So.. we could go swimming?" Quinn hops slightly once he was free from Ghost, brushing his pants of.

Not bad, thanks for asking))

Ghost ran after the treat, nothing more than a blur. He sat back on his haunches and slowly began to knaw on the treat. His tail wagged as he tasted it.

"Swimming sounds great right now, it's gotten rather hot don't you think?" Jon smiled at Quinn, genuinely surprised he would go out of his way to help

Quinn watches Ghost run, wishing he had a pet of his own. His mother would never allow him if she found out though. He quickly clears his thoughts, turning his attention to Jon's question.

"Rather hot? It's too hot. I've had to resort to a tank top and shorts," Quinn looks down at himself with a frown, "and I never wear tank tops and shorts." Quinn was glad somebody was actually letting him talk to them. Usually people recognize him as one of Nyx's kids and find an excuse to leave immediately. That or.. he says something that makes them leave. He's glad his nerves were staying under control though.

"I just resort to the shadows. Plus, it's nice in here." he smiled at him, an idea suddenly coming to mind. "You wouldn't happen to be a son of Nyx, would you? I was just thinking about how easily Ghost seemed to warm up to you, and that was one of my ideas." He paused, "Right up there with you having some kind of 'dog' sense." He chuckled a bit

"The shadows? Can you shadow travel?" It wasn't surprising to meet someone that could shadow travel. Most of the time if you were a 'child of darkness' as people would say, you could shadow travel. Some easier than others, of course. Quinn tenses when Jon asks about his godly parent, glancing away for a moment. "Nyx.. yeah. I don't think Ghost warmed up because she's my mom. She doesn't really.. have a relation to wolves and dogs."

Quinn was uncomfortable now. He always got uncomfortable when he or someone else is talking about his mother. "I'm just good with animals, y'know?"

"I can. Maybe you should try to shadow travel." he smiled wickedly, "I want to try something. It shouldn't hurt you, but I've never tested it before." Jon cocked his head, "It's not about him being a wolf, it's about him being made of shadows. Maybe he sensed that and decided you weren't a threat."

"I've never tried before. The most I can do is bend shadows to my will, but I'm not very good at that." Quinn holds a hand in front of him, their shadows wobbling slightly before going back to normal. He scowls, shaking his head. "Try what you want. As long as I don't die, I'm fine with it." He rubs his hands, as if he couldn't feel them all too well. "That.. makes more sense, the shadow thing. I would've never thought something like that."

Jon laughed, "As long as you don't die? What a daunting limit." He chuckled to himself. "I'm a child of Erebus." He cocked his head and a shadow crept up to his ear. He fell silent as he listened to it.

"Daunting? You're over-exaggerating." Quinn grins, letting out a soft laugh. "I had a feeling you were a son of Erebus." Quinn watches the shadow, his brows furrowing slightly. Now, he was confused. Quinn certainly couldn't do that. At least, not yet.

"You did? And how's that?" he smiled, only seeming partially focused on Quinn.

sorry for the short reply! I can't reply very big rn, and I didn't want you to wait for long. Next one will be longer, I swear it))

// its okay! I can work with short replies, dw.

"Well.." Quinn motions to wherever Ghost had ran off to. "Shadow constructs? Not to mention you just give off that type of aura, y'know?" Quinn shrugs, not sure how to say how he knew. He just.. knew. "It's not hard to tell by just hanging around you for a bit. It's like how you can tell an Apollo kid is an Apollo kid by just looking at them."

"Ah yes, the camp stereotypes." Jon joked, chuckling slightly. "And I thought I told you earlier that I didn't make Ghost, he just appeared?" Jon watched Ghost eat more of the bone.

"Not Ghost, idiot. You were literally wrapped in shadows when I got here." Quinn rolls his eyes, grinning slightly. "Sure, Ghost is a reason, but not the shadow construct reason."

Quinn watches the direwolf chew on the bone, smiling at the sight. "I am confused how he just.. appeared though. Did you wake up to him looming over you or something?"

"Oh, right." he laughed sheepishly, "I forgot about that." Jon chuckled to himself, shaking his head at his own stupidity.

"I can't quite answer that question, whenever it comes to trying to remember where Ghost came from, my memory becomes all fuzzy."

Quinn found Jon's forgetfulness amusing. Of course, he wouldn't say that. "Easy to forget, I suppose." He grins, shrugging his shoulders.

Listening to Jon's 'answer' to the question, a confused look forms on his face. "Really? Maybe you were just so young you don't remember. Or- or maybe your parent sent him to protect you, and they wiped the memory!" Quinn's mind was rushing with theories on where Ghost could've come from.

"Such wild theories," he chuckled. "And so random too." Jon watched him, clear amusement on his face. "Maybe we can discuss this more at the lake?"

"Not random, very plausible theories." Quinn shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. "Seems you just don't support my imaginative mind. And we are going to discuss this more at the lake."

"Sir yes sir," he said, rolling his eyes with a smile. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Never call me sir again." Quinn looks appalled at being called sir. He certainly wasn't old enough to be getting called sir. "And y'know.. just on the lake? The shore or something, it won't be hard to find you if you have Ghost."

"Alright, that works for me. Meet you in 20?"

"Yeah, meet you in 20." Quinn glances around, before making his way to the lake. He didn't really have to change. He was already in athletic shorts, which were good enough to go for a swim in.

✦ Phoenix Chaos ✦ wrote: ""Alright, that works for me. Meet you in 20?""

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ʟᴇᴏ ✩.ᐟ (ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ౨ৎ) wrote: "✦ Phoenix Chaos ✦ wrote: ""Alright, that works for me. Meet you in 20?""

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// Leo it's fine I can lock in with short sentences💔

ʟᴇᴏ ✩.ᐟ (ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ౨ৎ) wrote: "✦ Phoenix Chaos ✦ wrote: ""Alright, that works for me. Meet you in 20?""

(KINGGGGGG sentences please.)"

callmmmmmmm dowwwnnnnnn T~T That was my first short reply, so cut me some slack))

spiros | elio's version wrote: ""Yeah, meet you in 20." Quinn glances around, before making his way to the lake. He didn't really have to change. He was already in athletic shorts, which were good enough to go for a swim in."

Jon nodded, shadow traveling back to his cabin. His first thought when he made it there was about Quinn. He'd never met someone like him before and he was rather curious.

// want me to start a message at the lake?