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(Will add aesthetics)

(too lazy to make a detailed description, basically where there's a bunch of instruments. idk. will edit this later. probably)

Evan was jamming out on the drum set. Eyes closed, just playing. Nothing in particular, just playing what felt right. Maybe he would write it down sometime. Maybe not. Probably not. He will probably forget it and then randomly remember it at 1 a.m. when he cant sleep. Like every night. Anyway. The whole point of drumming was to NOT think. And Evan was greatly failing that.
Breathe he told himself, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his hands, who had a mind of their own and continued to play.

June wasn't one to wander much. He usually preferred to go to his usual spot just outside of the cabins, underneath that specific tree he loved so much. Today was different. He hadn't gotten the best sleep that night because he was busy helping another Aphrodite kid with something that extremely time consuming. He just needed fresh air. During his walk, he heard something new. Drums. Usually, the music shed was left abandoned, so this was a pleasant surprise. He decided to give it a look. June walked over to the source of the sound. Slowly opening the door, he peeked his head inside. His eyes automatically found the boy who was playing the drums. The boys' eyes were closed, but he easily admired how into it he looked.

June stepped fully inside the room and allowed both of his hands to rest in his pockets. A loose smile was on his lips as he observed Evan. June could tell he was feeling a lot. When June was younger, he played the violin, and every time he was upset at something, he played a certain way. This was similar to that - Intense, scattered, loud.

Evan continued playing. Nothing specific. Just smashing the drums. When he started to feel a bit tired, who knew waving and smashing drums for hours was tiring, he began to play a bit slower. A bit...less. When he was finally done, breathing heavily and cheeks slightly pink, he set the drum sticks down, and began to grab his stuff. Hearing a soft breathing noise, (his senses were always alert, thanks dad, even how hard he tried to relax, he couldn't no matter how hard he tried) he looked up, freezing when he saw someone standing there, hands in their pockets, watching him.
Damn Evan thought, appreciating their beauty. Aphrodite kid for sure
Black hair perfectly framing his face, eyes shining. he realized he might have been staring. Clearing his throat, he said "Can I help you?"

When June finally averted his eyes away from Evan to leave, Evan had noticed him. So, June turned back around and smiled sheepishly while waving his hand dismissively. "No, sorry, I just heard you playing and came to check it out." June brushed his bangs out of his eyes. In this moment, he was definitely using his 'face card' so Evan didn't get upset or anything. June practically glowed, the sun that poured in through the windows covered him in a golden blanket - and he knew that. His eyes had a certain glint - It could be received as flirtatious or just really intrigued. "You're really good at drums. I think it's cool you get a space to play freely."

( omg this is so good )

(Your comment made me realize I made spelling mistakes lol so thank you for that and the compliment!)

( lol i didn't even notice mistakes and yea np! )

(atleast theres no numbers)

(one sec all creativity has left my body)

Evan absentmindedly twirled a drumstick in his fingers. "Mhmm sure." He eyed the guy suspiciously for a second, before returning to packing his bag, which consisted of a half full pack of cigarettes, extra drumsticks (they're good fidgets, plus they break easy) and random snacks. Looking back up at the guy, he froze. Did he get....hotter? Fuck no. It was the light tricking him. Yeah that was it. "I've been playing since I was 12 so I hope I'm good," Evan says, standing up fully and facing the guy.

June listened intently to what Evan said, his eyes focused on Evan and solely Evan. He took a very small step forward. "Since you were twelve? That's a long time. I played violin when I was younger, I started when I was 10. I did piano before that - I was honestly too young to really enjoy that, though." He laughed quietly, his other hand absently running his finger through his hair. His wrists have an assortment of bracelets, most are silver with a few homemade braided braclets, probably made here at camp. "Hey...I'm June, by the way." June stepped back once more and leaned against the wall, keeping hs posture loose and welcoming.

Evan stayed put, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not really, only 5 years." He said, his signature snarl appearing on his face. "Wow violin. Fancy. You must've had real money then, before camp" Evan said without thinking. Brushing it off, he noticed something glint on the guys wrist. Bracelets. Lots of them. They looked legit, not the fake silver like a lot were. Rich boy reason #1.
June. Wow. Who named their kid June. Rich biy reason #2
"Evan" he replied.

June's smile faltered a little at both Evan's expression and his tone. "Uh...Yeah. We had a lot of money - my mother was a model." Something about his tone sounded almost hurt at the topic. He had to look away briefly, then look back before quickly recovering. His hands were now at his sides. "Evan's a nice name. It has a nice ring to it." He decided to step forward again, closer this time, and extend a hand. His fingers had a few rings, and his fingernails were painted a smooth coat of black and were grown out to a decent length. "It's nice to meet you, Evan." His tone of voice was definitely playful, close to flirtatious yet again.

His expression toward June was cold "Must have been nice huh? Having that type of money?" He pressed June. He had done nothing wrong. June had money, not his fault that Evans life had sucked before camp. He was in a shitty mood was all.
June had extended his hand, rings glinting. Rich boy reason #3. And his nails were painted. Black of all colors. Damn. Bold.
After a few seconds, he reluctantly shook June's hand, mumbling under his breath "Nice to meet you too" before quickly dropping his hand and setting it in his sweatshirt pocket.

June wasn't one for conflict. That being said, Evan's tone and overall vibe were making June a little uncomfortable. "It wasn't always nice, no. I know I was fortunate...I just wish I could have enjoyed it like most rich kids," he mumbled as he looked down at his hands and fidgeted with the ring that was on his pointer finger. "I'm sorry if my presence upsets you. I don't mean to bein your space." He walks aback towards the door and looks back at Evan. "I understand if this is your space and if you want me to leave,"

(yk what his nickname is rich boy now)

(thats cute asf)

(ikr)

(okay lemme cook)

The mood had shifted. Evan could tell. That wasn't his intent, this is just how he is. Cold and closed off. (Thanks dad). But he couldn't stop. "What do you mean you couldn't enjoy it? You have fancy-ass jewelry, great hair, and you seem like your life is amazing. What do you mean you can't enjoy it?" Evan was getting worked up. Damn Ares. His eyes had a slight red tint to them, barely noticeable. "I was perfectly fine before you showed up here, so yeah, a little annoyed if you ask me." He clenched his fist in his pocket.

June didn't know how to respond at the moment. don't be sensitive he told himself. He took a deep breath. Even though some of what Evan had said could be a compliment, like him having good hair or fancy jewelry, he knew it wasn't intended that way. He hadn't meant to make Evan upset. "I mean, it wasn't just all about buying what I wanted. I had a family, too. That wasn't easy. Please don't keep pressing me about my personal life." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I shouldn't have come in here uninvited; that is my fault. Please forgive me, I can leave." He looked to the side for a moment, then back at Evan. His eyes were much softer than Evans's, but they were also slightly nervous. In all honesty, June just wanted to keep talking to Evan.

It wasn't all about buying shit yes. But also, Rich Boy probably didn't wonder when the next meal was. Rich boy probably didn't have to fear that he would lose his home because the rent was overdue. "Yeah, it isn't all about buying, but did you ever wonder if you would eat that day? If you would get evicted because your dad spent all his money on alcohol and there was nothing left over for rent? No you didn't. Because you didn't have to." Evans' breathing was quicker, his eyes becoming more and more red.
"Maybe you should leave" he said. Before something bad happens to you. he thought.

"No. I didn't. You're right, I'm just a rich piece of trash. Poor, poor you." He snapped. "Do you just get on peoples asses just because? I'm sorry if you had a hard life, but jeez, I'm genuinely just trying to be nice. Look, maybe I will leave. You don't even know me." June usually didn't raise his voice, but in that moment, he felt something he barely ever did. Annoyance. To desculate the situation and to hide his own shock at his words and tone, he opened the door and stepped outside.

"At least we can both agree on something." Evan snapped, fist clenching and unclenching in his pocket. "Well maybe I don't, and maybe you should leave. I don't know you, yes, but again I was perfectly fine before you arrived. So maybe you're the problem," His pupils were fully red now, vibrant. Evans' thoughts were cloudy. All we could feel, all he could think, was anger. That he was mad at Rich Boy. It doesn't matter why. He just was. Thankfully, June left the shed. Just stepped outside. Evan was still breathing heavily, still staring at Rich Boy.

(gave him anger issues, but as an Ares kid its even worse)

(how do you want me to respond to this, Do you want June to get back in his face, leave, and start another rp else where, or something else? Your choice.)

(uuuuuuuuuuuuuuum idk 😭 maybe elsewhere. I gtg to pe soon but if you start somewhere else ill respond in like an hour)

Alright, started in the courtyard.

Myra sat alone in the old music shed, the scent of aged wood and rain lingering in the air. The sun cast long shadows through the cracks in the walls as she rested her fingers on the worn piano keys. Outside, the distant crash of waves mixed with the quiet hum of cicadas, a reminder of the world beyond her little retreat. She took a deep breath and played a soft note, letting the familiar sound calm her restless thoughts. Here, away from expectations and the weight of her lineage, she could simply exist.

Callum was heading to the music shed to pick up his water bottle, which he had left when he was helping move an old drumset out to replace it with a new one. He walked in through the door, his strides confident. He hummed as he did so, but the second he noticed Myra, his humming paused. Momentarily embarrassed, he cleared his throat. "Ah, damn sorry I had no idea there'd be someone in here. Don't mind me. I'm just grabbing my water bottle, which..." His gaze shifted to the corner of the shed, where his navy blue water bottle sat perched on a stool. "...is right there." He smiled and walked over to grab it, tossing it from his left hand to his right hand in small leaps. "You play the piano beautifully, by the way."

( wow ur really good wait lemme cook )

Myra glanced up from the piano, her fingers still resting on the keys as the last note faded into the air. She hadn't expected anyone to come in, but she wasn’t exactly bothered by it either. Her eyes flickered to the boy as he grabbed his water bottle, casually tossing it between his hands. At his compliment, a small, almost amused smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Thanks," she said simply, turning her attention back to the piano. "Didn't think anyone would be around to hear." Her fingers idly pressed a few soft notes, as if testing the waters of the conversation. "Guess I should've locked the door if I wanted to be alone." The statement wasn’t harsh, more of an observation than anything. She glanced at him again, curiosity lingering in her gaze. "You play anything?"

(except for when he goes "June just sat in silence")

( LMAO ELZ )

(smh)

Callum had a kind of smile on his lips that welcomed conversation. His posture was both alert and relaxed - in that kind of way that showed that he was both ready to leave but also completely willing to stay. He didn't take any of Myra's comments harshly because he understood they were observations. "Oh gods. Play anything? Me? Nah, I'd probably break the poor instrument. Either that or butcher its reputation of being good." He laughed at his words, running his hand through his hair absentmindedly. "I just help the counselors clean up and replace old equipment with new ones, or sound check and what not. Nothing special. It's funny; my dad's Apollo. You'd think I'd have musical talent. Though...I do admit that I can play some notes on the guitar pretty well. I prefer singing."

elz wrote: "(except for when he goes "June just sat in silence")"

Hop off my D

Myra had been only half-paying attention at first, her focus still lingering on the keys beneath her fingertips. But when Callum ran a hand through his hair, laughing in that easy, unbothered way, something about him caught her off guard. She hadn’t really looked at him before—not properly—but now that she did, she noticed the warmth in his eyes, the effortless way his smile made conversation feel light. He had that kind of laid-back confidence that made people gravitate toward him, and for a second, she found herself staring a little longer than necessary. Shit.

Realizing she’d gone quiet, she quickly shifted her attention back to the piano, playing a few random notes as if that had been her intention all along. “Singing’s a talent too,” she said, her voice a little more casual than she felt. “Maybe even more important than knowing how to play an instrument.” She chanced another glance at him, this time with a hint of curiosity in her expression. “You any good, or just one of those people who ‘kind of’ sing but only in the shower?” The teasing edge in her voice was still there, but now, there was something else—something new—that even she wasn’t sure how to place.

ʟᴇᴏ ✩.ᐟ (ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ?) wrote: "elz wrote: "(except for when he goes "June just sat in silence")"

Hop off my D"

(What D?)

( damn she got u leo )

(oh gosh sorry babe lemme try responding to this when I get energy sighhh

and Els go Dee eye ee

( no rush <3 )

( that's a great way to put (view spoiler)[die (hide spoiler)], if you ask me )

I AM BUSTING A NNNNUTTTT HER FACE CLAIM IS BILLLIE EILISH OH MY GOD BABE

( YESSS IT IS HERR I LOVE BILLIE SM )

OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

( blushes blushes )

Noticing that the conversation was going on longer than he had thought, not that he was complaining, he leaned back to sit down on the stool where his water bottle had been previously. He rested his hands in his lap and laughed at Myra’s comment. “Well…I can’t say I've sung in the shower since the day my baby cousin walked in on me when I was younger.” He said, his tone humorous. “I took singing lessons as a kid, but I mainly taught myself.” He runs the tip of his tongue along his own bottom lip in thought. “I hope I’m good. So, when did you start playing the piano?” He gestured at the piano, where the tips of Myra’s fingers still rested.

Callum found himself observing the girl while he waited for a response. Her eyes were beautiful, captivating even. The grayish green paired perfectly with the glow of the sun coming in from the windows. Her gaze was mesmerizing. Her long black hair had a slight wave to it - and when Callum squinted, he could pick up a slight blue tint to them. He even noticed a few freckles scattered on her face. Callum didn’t know what to name this feeling but at the moment, he felt a sense of admiration for this stranger. “I’m Callum by the way.”

(ALSO ignore everything I said abt him being a child of Apollo? He's literally the child of Hermes I am SO sorry I fr got him mixed up with another oc of mine with a similar name I was making. I'll edit some what of the older messages to make sense maybe when I have the motivation but for now assume he meant like "I wish I was a kid of apollo so I would have amazing musical talents/skills" lmao)

( LMAO oki doki ... i think i may have written a little too much )

Myra hadn’t expected him to stick around, but she wasn’t exactly complaining either. Her fingers still hovered over the keys, though she wasn’t really paying attention to them anymore. Instead, her focus drifted to Callum as he settled onto the stool, his easy laughter filling the space between them. She smirked at his comment about his cousin, shaking her head slightly. “Tragic,” she mused, “The loss of a great shower singer.” Her voice was laced with amusement, though there was something softer beneath it now.

When he asked about her playing, she glanced down at the piano, idly pressing a few notes, “Started when I was little. Maybe five? I don’t really remember a time when I wasn’t playing.” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “It’s kind of like a constant. No matter what’s going on, the piano’s always… there.” She hadn’t meant to get so introspective, but something about the way he was looking at her—like he was really paying attention—made her feel like she didn’t have to filter herself.

Then he introduced himself, and she finally turned to face him fully. Callum. She let the name settle in her mind for a moment before replying, “I'm Myra.” A small smile tugged at her lips, and for the first time, she really looked at him—really noticed him. The way the sunlight hit his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the thoughtful expression in his eyes. He had one of those faces that was easy to read, yet something about him felt unreadable at the same time. She wasn’t sure why, but the thought made her curious. “So, Callum,” she said, testing his name like she was trying to see how it fit, “if you’re not much of a musician, what do you actually like to do? And don’t say helping the counselors move equipment. That doesn’t count.”