⋰ amphitheatre

[] short and sweet so it can be open to anyone!

Jeongguks shoulders sagged as the huge cardboard structures decorating the stage drowned under the weight of water, turning into a shapeless heap of mush and decidedly ruining the performance tomorrow night from cabin 7. "I'm dead. I'm so dead. , , ." Jeongguk panicked, desperately waving his hands to draw as much water out of the still standing cardboard as he could to see what he could salvage. He didn't get very far. How exactly did he get into this mess? Well, long story short, he'd been ing around with last minute set ups for the pantomime tomorrow night, a torch had randomly appeared behind him(and Guk would swear that it wasn't there before until his dying breath-- knock on wood) and.. well, the rest is obvious. In his panic, rather than just a steady stream of water, Jeongguk had dumped what felt like a tonne of water and promptly destroying weeks of construction and painting. He dropped into a squat, covering his face with his hands, horror creeping through his bones as he looked at the carnage once more. "I'm so screwed."

@s. seungwan [] oof short reply, sorry, seems like i’m a little burnt out and just kinda starting to get back into the writing thing lol

Seonghwa chewed the inside of his cheek, averting his eyes to look somewhere, anywhere, anywhere that wasn’t Seungwan. He could hear the tone in her voice and it.. Gods, it made him boil internally from a mixture of anger, shame, annoyance, maybe even a little bit of embarrassment. “I know it’s ridiculous, you don’t have to look so.. like that.” He muttered, glancing at Seungwan with a pretty good stink eye. “Look, I Just— Ugh, I don’t want to have to explain myself. It is what it is.” Seonghwas lips thinned as he spoke, his fingers rubbed together out of nervous habit.

“Sure”

Seonghwa blinked, his lips parting for a second to respond to Seungwan but he fell silent, on his lower lip. You know those times where, logically, you know that sometimes things are literally that easy, and there’s no hidden meaning to it? But somewhere, deep in the dark recesses of your brain, you doubt everything, you can literally feel the mistrust trying to claw its way out? That was how Seonghwa felt. He kept his face neutral but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Maybe another day” He said smoothly, looking at Seungwans hands, feeling sick at the thought of touching her. “It’s late, I’m tired. And you should, um, get some sleep too?” Was that a good attempt at being nice? Seonghwa wasn’t sure, it came out robotic and stiff, like he was reading a script.

“When do you wanna meet up? I’d prefer it if we kept things quiet. I don’t need people watching us for fun.”

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@s. seungwan “I think you reached out to me because none of my siblings made the cut. I think you reached out to me because everybody already knows that I don’t do ‘favours’ or talk nice to sugarcoat things” Seonghwa pursed his lips, decidedly impressed at Seungwans drive to further herself. “My siblings.. Are my siblings, but they’re soft. I’ve seen you around, I know you like a challenge”

He wasn’t lying, either, there were very few that managed to catch Seonghwas eye, whether by unknowingly earning a begrudging respect that they didn’t want nor need or getting on his personal list. Seungwan was a woman who had placed herself in the former category; outside of Camp Half Blood, his social circles and hers have tended to overlap(though he doubted she was aware of it), he heard nothing but praise about her.

“I’m not rude, I’m honest.” And perhaps that was a problem. Seonghwa knew he struggled to communicate properly with others, his biggest strength was also his biggest downfall; the distance he had so carefully placed between himself and others left him stunted in every way imaginable. Seungwan.. Seungwan didn’t have that problem. She was brave enough to ask him, possibly the least liked demigod in camp.

Seonghwa’s posture relaxed a moment later, the cocky persona he enjoyed so much giving way to somebody a little more open, but not necessarily friendly. There were still walls that he needed to maintain between himself and her “You wish you could do my laundry.” Hwa snorted “Fine, I’ll help you out. But.. There’s something you can do for me.” Seonghwa swallowed thickly, jamming his hands into his coat pockets to hide the tremor that through them “You want to be y, I want to be.. Liked.” He almost whispered the word like it was something to be ashamed of — which to any normal person, would be ridiculous but Seonghwa felt like vomiting just admitting it. His brow furrowed, his gaze dropping to the floor “You’re nice to everyone, people treat you like an actual person. I want that.”

@s. seungwan “Even if I said no, you aren’t going too stop hounding me, are you?”

Seonghwa stared, decidedly unimpressed, at the stage. He sat four rows back, lounging on a plush purple throw, contemplating just how desperate he was to consider just upping and leaving without a word; frankly, it was difficult enough to stomach talking to Seungwan but while she didn’t exactly give of a vibe, she oozed mild desperation.

“I-“ Seonghwa heaved a sighed, his head dropping uselessly to the side as he stared the women who so desperately craved what couldn’t come naturally to her. In a way, he kind of understood where she came from even though his wants were opposing hers. “.. Fine” He settled on eventually, picking himself up from the stone bench and wandering down the steps to the amphitheatre stage. His breath hitched as he stepped into the light of the stage, drawing in his, ahem, /vibes/ as his siblings so eloquently referred to their pheromones, best he could.

“You want to know what your issue is? You’re stiff. Everywhere. Desire isn’t determined by how you flick your hair or when you wink at your partner.” He told her, somewhat coldly. “If you don’t have confidence in your own abilities, how are you supposed to convince everybody else that you’re capable of being somebody you’re not?”