ââăă/ăăâąăăđđ´đżđťđăđľđžđăă:ăăGANGăăâăăđđđđđđđăă.
â   â    iâll  hold  your  hand  if  youâre  sad.    â  â  Â
đđ¸đśđśđťđ¸đ˝đś  đˇđ¸đ  đžđđđđđđ´đđ˛đˇđ´đł  đľđ¸đ˝đśđ´đđ  đžđ˝  đđˇđ´  đˇđ°đ˝đł  in  question  ,  a  pleading  stare  was   short  to  follow  with  his  puffy  ,  red  -  rubbed  eyes.
ăăăâăăăyes  please.ăăăâăăă
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ââăă/ăăâąăăđđ´đżđťđăđľđžđăă:ăăPOEăăâăăđđđđđ   .
         âââââ    đđđđşđźđ´đ  đźđ
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đđđ𡠠𴠠nimble  finger  that  wields  a  material  so  dark  with  the  same  joyful  fondness  of  a  child  playing  with  their  favorite  toy  ,  salemâs  beaming  smile  offers  a  stark  contrast  to  a  blade  that  hungers  for  souls  to  reap  and  to  the  shadows  that  seem  to  cling  to  their  frame  .  â  todayâs  such  a  nice  day  ,  donât  you  think  ?  sunâs  shining  , no oneâs gotten burned by the lava on the climbing wall so far ,  and  one  of  the  satyrs  was  playing  highway  to  hell on  his  reed  pipes  and  killing  it  .  â  she  finds  it  easy  to  relax  for  a  second  ,  leaning  against  a  tree  and  taking  a  sip  from  their  juice  box  .  â  iâll  miss  these  guys  when  they  die  . not everyone can play ac/dc like that .  â  an  easy  shrug  ,  and  the  child  of  hades  throws  their  knife  at  the  ground  in  one  quick  motion  ,  letting  stygian  iron  sink  into  grass  and  waiting  for  a  ring  to  appear  once  more  around  their  index  finger  later  âââ  for  now  ,  they  turn  back  to  the  other  with  a  bright  and  easy  smile , as if they have not fallen into their habit of weaving impending mortality into casual conversation .  â  anyways  ,  what  are  you  up  to  ? ooh , wanna  go  canoeing  ?  â
đˇđ´  đłđžđ´đđ˝'đ  đđ´đźđ´đźđąđ´đ  đđˇđ´đ˝  đđđ˛đˇ  đ˛đ°đđđ°đť  đźđ´đ˝đđ¸đžđ˝đ  of  death  had  turned  from  the  feelings  of  discomfort  to  something  that  brought  a  fond   grin   to  his  face.  it  had  started   somewhere  in  between  going   from   strangers  rolling  across  the  gravel  (  salem  very  much  riding  smoothly   across  on  her  board  as  kit  ate  rocks  )  ,  to  a  tiny  straw  pocking  his  lips  ,  his  eyes  lighting  up  in  delight   at  the  taste   ,  to  eventually  finding  hiro  already  there  in  her  arms  any  time  he'd  gone  searching.  somewhere  between  the  first  day  they'd  ever  met  to   now   ,  his  endearment  ever  growing  for  all  the  eccentricities  that  made  salem  ...   salem.  Â
ăăăâăăăđđ°đ¸đ  ,   đ˝đž  đđ°đ  ...  are  you  telling  me  i  missed  it   again   ??  he  promised   me  he'd  come  get  me  the  next  time  he  was  playing  !!ăăăâăăăhere  he  was  thinking  he'd  lived  through  enough  betrayals  to  last  a  life  time  ,  only  to  be  stabbed  in  the  back  once  more.  the  pout  that  overtook  him  was   wholehearted   ,  whole   bodied   ,  really  ,  as  he  slumped  his  entire  frame  onto  her.ăăăâăăăget  me  outta  here  ,  salem.   take   me  away  !  let's  get  on  that  canoe  and  keep  rowing  until  we  reach  the  horizon  ââ   i  can't  stay  here  after  this  kinda  heartbreak.ăăăâăăă
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ââăă/ăăâąăăđđ´đżđťđăđľđžđăă:ăăGANGăăâăăđđđđđđđ         .
      ⪠â  * â â     rainier  watches,    entertainment  would  be  written  on  his  features  if  hubris  hasnât  completely  taken  over.  he  makes  no  move  to  help  kit,  remaining  in  his  spot  while  he  balances  himself  upright    â    rainier  chews  gently  on  another  strawberry  as  he  apologizes,  he  raises  his  free  hand  to  wave  him  off    (   itâs  alright,  for  now  â  tripping  people  is  half  of  his  fun  anyway   ).
 â   â     nuts  and  bolts,  huh?  so  busy  with  nuts  and  bolts  that  you  donât  even  have  time  to  notice  ME,     â  â    a  characteristic  âtskâ  from  his  lips.  â    â     that  shit  hurts,  kit,  it  wounds.     â Â
      yet,  a  trace  of  a  smile  is  written  upon  his  lips.  rainier  eases  into  the  conversation  without  so  much  as  an  eye  roll,  though  he  definitely  doesnât  agree  with  whatever  the  other  spews  about  love  â  and  being  led  astray.  war  isnât  inevitably  about  love,  all  respect  to  aphrodite  and  her  son,  but  rainier  doesnât  think  love  has  much  place  in  the  world  at  all.
 â   â     aw,  youâre  a  sweet  one,  arenât  you?     â  â    his  lips  spread  for  half  a  second.  â    â     if  i  say  iâm  being  led  astray,  do  you  agree  to  remind  me  how  much  you  love  me?     â  â  Â
đ¸đ  đžđ˝đťđ  đđ°đşđ´đ  đđˇđ´  đľđ´đ  đđžđđłđ  đľđđžđź  đđ°đ¸đ˝đ¸đ´đ   ââ  just   the  simple   possibility  of  his  attention  ,  and  like  moths  to  a  flame  ,  he's  completely   enamoured.  with  his  missing  piece  of  machinary   all  but   forgotten  ,  he's  all  eyes  for  the  other  ;   a  huff  of   laughter  full  of  teeth  and   sincerity   his  only  defence.  there's  another  apology  at  the  ready  on  his  lips  ,  in  the  language  of  his  slumping  shoulders  and  a  hand  rubbing   sheepishly   at  the  back  of  his  neck.  (  and  if  it  weren't  for  having  met  the  children  of  aphrodite   himself   ,  he  would  swear  the  swelling  in  his  chest  was  something  of   her  own  making  ,  rainier  another  of  her  own  creations  to  cause  such   devotion   in  his  heart   ).
ăăăâăăăđ˝đž  ââ  đ˝đž  đđ°đ   ,  it's  nothing  like  that  !!  if  anyone  has  trouble  noticing  you  ,  it's  probably  a   them   problem.ăăăâăăăthere  was  a  notion  there  of  stopping  to  give  it  some   thought   ,  only  to  be  followed  up  by  a  vigorous  nod  of  his  head.ăăăâăăăyeah  ,   definitely   a  them  problem.ăăăâăăăthe   them   being   him   was  the  obvious  statement  that  went   unsaid  ,  an  embarrassment  he'd  rather  save  himself  than  say   out  loud.  Â
   đđ´đ  đđžđźđ´  đđˇđ¸đ˝đśđ  ,   đžđđˇđ´đ  đđˇđ¸đ˝đśđ  ,  đđ´đđ´  đźđ´đ°đ˝đ  đđž  đąđ´  đđ°đ¸đł.  they   had   to  be  said  ,  when  they  were  meant  to  be   heard.  as  laughable  as  it  might've  been  ,  to  question  the  son  of   zeus   being  led  astray  ,  as  if   rainier   ,  who  he   knew   to  be  the  best  of  them  all  ,  would  ever  give  such  way  to  betrayal.  impossible  wasn't  a   word   enough  to  define  such  possibility   ââ   impossibility  ,  really.
ăăăâăăăđ¸đ  đđžđđťđłđ˝'đ  đ˛đžđźđ´  đđž  đđˇđ°đ   ,  you  wouldn't  let  it.  but  i'll  be  here  anyways  ,  just  in  case.  to  remind  you  if  you  ever  need  it.ăăăâăăă
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ââăă/ăăâąăăđđ´đżđťđăđľđžđăă:ăăPARKăăâăăđđđđ         .
      his hair is a riotous mess . and lily means that in the nicest way possible . ever since sheâs seen kit during her latest return to camp , sheâs itched to get her hands on a pair of scissors . sheâs finally managed to corner him - the hephaestus cabin empty except for the pair of them . sheâs already mapping how sheâs going to cut his hair - gestures to the chair before her .  â  you havenât cut it since i left , have you ? â sheâs disappointed but not surprised - and still more flattered than she ought to be that he trusts her to do this .  â  my apartment is only a short bus ride away ,  you know . you donât have to rock the tarzan look all the time . â
đ¸đ   đđ°đ  đ°  đ˛đđžđđ  đąđ´đđđ´đ´đ˝  đ´đźđąđ°đđđ°đđđźđ´đ˝đ  đ°đ˝đł  đđ°đđ¸đ˝đ´đđ  that  held  him  from  reaching  out  first.  emphasized  by  the   sheepishness  to  his  body  language  ,  spoken  of  through  the  slump  of  his  shoulders  and  the  fingers  wrung  together  between  his  legs.  a  nervousness  that  he   attempted   to  hide  in  the  grimace  of  his  smile  ,  the  slight   tap  -  tap   of  his  feet   ââ  and  yet  ,  a  trust  that  went  far   deeper.  proven  simply  by  his  insistence  of  sitting  before  her  ,  head  ever  so  slightly   bowed  forward  as  he  glanced  through  his   too  -  long  bangs  at  the  salon  kit  next  to  them.  Â
ăăăâăăăđ°đ   ,  đ¸  đđˇđžđđśđˇđ  đ¸  đđ°đ   kinda  rocking  the  jungle  man  vibes  ?   i  could  give  tarzan  a  run  for  his  money  ,  couldn't  i  ??ăăăâăăăand  the  smile  to  follow  was  far  more  genuine  ,  corners  of  his  lips  upticking  as  he  ruffled  his  wet  hair.  huh  ,  then  again  ,  maybe  lily  was  onto  something  as  he  felt  the  ends  soaking  through  the  back  of  his  shirt.  as  much  as  he  liked  his  hair  on  the  longer  side  ,  this  was  far  passed   kinda  shoulder  length   and  hitting  maybelline  model.  Â
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ââăă/ăăâąăăđđ´đżđťđăđľđžđăă:ăăGANGăăâăăđđđđđđđ         .
      ⪠â   * â â     he   lounges   đđŠđđđĄđđđ˘đđđĽđĽđ˛, â  â  â lips  are  stained  cherry  red  from  the  strawberries  stolen  from  the  fields.    rainierâs  conveniently  in  the  way,  dark  eyes  hidden  behind  gold  rimmed  glasses  as  life  just  passes  him  by;  demigods  go  to  training,  they  prepare  for  a  war  thatâs  creeping  up  on  them,  they  whisper  their  final  memories  to  each  other â   â â   they  donât  know  whoâll  still  be  around  at  the  end  of  the  year,  and  it  đđđđđđđđđđ  entertains  him.  â    â     wanna  make  a  bet?     â  â    he  sticks  a  long  leg  out,  stopping  whoeverâs  about  to  pass  him.  â    â     who  else  is  a  traitor  among  us?  because,  my  moneyâs  on  the  cute  little  camper  from  jersey.     â  â
đ¸đ'đ  đđ¸đ𡠠𰠠đđđ°đđđťđ´đł  đđ´đťđż  đđˇđ°đ  đşđ¸đ  đśđžđ´đ   đłđžđđ˝  ââ   a  mess  of   long  legs  tripping  over  one  another   and  pinwheeling   arms  as  he  flailed  to  catch  his  balance  ;   the  engine  parts  that  were  the  cause  of  his  distraction  having  gone  flying.  then  again  ,  better  the  wires  than  his  own  body  pancaked  to  the  floor.  with  a  sheepish  grin  ,  the  abology  on  his  lips  came  accompanied  with  a  dusting  of  pink  across  his  cheeks.  Â
ăăăâăăăđđ°đ¸đ˝đ¸đ´đ   ,  i'm  so  sorry  ,  dude.  is  your  leg  okay  ??   my  head's  all  full  of  nuts  and  bolts  today  ,  i  didn't  even  see  you  there.ăăăâă
đ˝đžđ  đđˇđ°đ  đˇđ´  đđ°đđ˝'đ  đ¸đ˝đđđ°đ˝đđťđ  đđˇđ´  most   noticeable   person  once  he  stepped  into  a  room.  how  bad  were  his  hyperfixations  today  that  he  didn't  even  notice  rainier  ??   but  as  far  as  his  happiness  went  from  seeing  the  other  ,  the  dampening  in  his  mood  couldn't  go   ignored   at  the  mention  of  ...  of  the   traitors.
ăăăâăăăđđ´đťđť  ,    đđˇđžđ´đ
đ´đ  đđˇđ´đ  đ°đđ´Â   ,  i  hope  they  know  they  aren't  beyond  saving.  anyone  can  be  led  astray  ,  we  just  need  to  remind  them  of  how  loved  they  are  here.ăăăâăăă
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ââăă/ăăâąăăđđ´đżđťđăđľđžđăă:ăăHEOăăâăăđđđđđđđđđ   .
° â⦠༠ⰠâĽÂ  HEART shaped lollipop poked indiscreetly out of the denim skirt  pocket /   the  knack of this kid to constantly obtain sweets that werenât sold on camp âŚÂ  the secrets only the hermesâ kids could tell you.Â
deep brown doe eyes, framed by heavy painted lashes, catching a gazeâ before quickly glancing down to todaysâ  âcontrabandâ loot and then once more, in a pleading stare, locking eyes.
   â  shhhhhhhh ! â  index  finger  placed  to  cherry  lips,  before  any  other  words  could  be  exchanged.  â  i  have  spares  if  you  donât  say  anything,  or  if  youâre  looking  for  something  else ⌠  â  a  slight  of  hand,  blink and youâll miss it afair,  one  stray  cherry  lollipop  replaced  with  a  chocolate  bar, and a stick of gum,  before  disappearing  under  pleated  folds. âthereâs way more where that came from!â words  floated over on the  lightest  of laughsâ as delivered by boreas himself; a carefree attitude so betraying of inner demons.
đđˇđ´đđ´  đđ°đ   đ°  đđ°đ  đ¸đ˝  đˇđ¸đ  đˇđ´đ°đł  đđˇđ´đđ´  đˇđ¸đ   đˇđ´đ°đđ  đđˇđžđđťđł  đąđ´Â   ;   two  -  faced  in  its  presence  as  he  struggled   on  whether  to  fight  or  to   fold.  all  the  while  ,  it  had  become  familiar  enough  to  have  made  itself  at  home  within  his  thoughts  ,  the  past  year  having  shone  a   light   upon  certain  truths  that  should've   stayed   hidden.  maybe  then  ,  what  was  once  the  largest  of  grins  ,  so   honest   in  its  adorations  ,  wouldn't  have  shrunk  to  the   hesitant  grimace  that  now  sat  upon  his  features   ââ   a  mere   mockery   of  what  once  was   as  he  stood  to  face  her.
ăăăâăăăđ°  đđđ¸đ˛đş  đžđľ  đśđđź  đđž  đąđđ   my  silence  ,  g  ?  you're  selling  me  kinda   short  here  ,  aren't  you  ?ăăăâăăăand  was  that  a  tinge  of   bitterness  that  laced  his  words  ?  well  even  if  it  was   ,  could  she  really   blame   him  ?  could   anyone  ?   there  were  parallels  being  drawn  in  his  own  mind  ,  a  shock  of   GUILT   at  the  notion  that  his  silence  could  be  bought  at  all.
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before lily , kitâs wardrobe consisted entirely of two pairs of patchwork balloon pants , a pair of stained overalls , and denim shorts he had cut himself out of old , hand me down jeans that were too short for his legs. by way of tops , he mostly made do with t - shirts with  too - stretched collars , and his trusty fur lined denim jacket. needless to say , lily brought a definite improvement to his liife.
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has a playlist made up of songs that he would want playing in the background while he confesses his love for her<3 itâs titled đđđđđđđ đđđ đ đđđđđđ đ and honourable mentions include : what makes you beautiful by one direction , fallinâ all in you by shawn mendes , and  teenage dream by katy perry. itâs also no coincidence that all these songs can be found on a teenagers playlist<333 she just happens to give him butterflies like one  !!
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he 10/10 cracks jokes about being her dream man , but more than anything it comes from a place of knowing he could never actually be someone that amazing  ââ or lucky , even. he doesnât amount to much at the end of the day , and lily deserves nothing but the best , in his eyes.
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lily is one of the few people on earth that kit would trust with cutting / trimming his hair !! he has some bad memories surrounding an incident as a child , and after losing a chunk of his ear , heâs very cautious with people holding scissors up near his head. itâs why his hair was past shoulder length when he first arrived , and why lily had given him his first haircut in years. even now , heâd rather wait for when she has time to spare than leave it to anyone else.
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đđđđđđăâăhow does your muse show affection?
gods , how does he NOT show affection would be the easier question to answer. being raised in such a tight - knit , familial community during his youth , kit has never shied away from any sort of physical affection. from an arm around the shoulder , to intertwining hands when standing side by side. heâs all about gentle reminders of his presence , a constant touch to ground not only those around him , but himself to them. Â
on top of that , heâs all for words of affirmation , and checking in with his loved ones on a regular basis ! other forms include inventing new creations tailored to the receiver , spending quality time with others , and making sure his attention is wholeheartedly theirs when theyâre together !!
âăđđđđđđđđăâăwould your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?
while kit would probably lose his goddam MIND if someone popped the question to him , because holy shit ââ someone loves him enough for that ??  he would also have a blast during the process of planning something so special for someone even special - er <33Â
âăđđđđăđđđđăâădoes your muse believe in true love?
YES !!! kit wholeheartedly believes in the notion of true love , though it ties more - so to the idea of a platonic love. after all , heâs of the mindset that romantic love can only stem from being founded upon a strong friendship first.
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send me a # to learn an unusual hc about my muse!
bonus points if you ask me to randomize it !
whatâs your museâs favorite album of all time / favorite artist?
how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc?
do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other?
do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided?
how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed?
what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?
do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings?
what do they sleep in? pjâs, normal clothes, nothing?
what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?
what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?
bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs?
do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?
do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep?
do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?
do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?
do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above?
do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc?
do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither?
what are their phobias? do they have any at all?
what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?
did they have any fears growing up that theyâve since conquered?
do they have a fear they want to conquer, but havenât yet?
how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc?
do they have a short temper? whatâs most likely to set it off?
do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?
what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?
what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?
do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many?
is there something theyâd like to change about themselves physically?
is there something about their personality they want to change?
do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever?
do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar?
are they too hard on themselves over the little things?
are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?
are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both?
would they rather be alone or in a relationship?
what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it?
do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them?
do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them?
do they have a big family or a small family? no family?
where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? why?
are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not?
do they like living alone or with another person / other people?
did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it?
whatâs their dream job / profession? do they have one?
if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be?
do they like tv shows or movies? or neither?
do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?
do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it?
where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years?
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Send a đŤand Iâll write four headcanons I have about our museâs relationship
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( Â Â * Â Â VALENTINEâS DAY ALPHABETÂ Â ! Â Â
send some letters to find out more about my muse  !
A  :  AFFECTION.  how does your muse show affection?
B  :  BOUQUET.  does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?
C  :  CHOCOLATE.  does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?
D  :  DATE.  what is your museâs ideal date? where / who with / etc?
E  :  EMBRACE.  does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?
F  :  FLIRT.  is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?
G  :  GIFT.  is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?
H  :  HEART.  is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?
I  :  I LOVE YOU.  does your muse find âi love youâ easy or hard to say?
J  :  JEALOUSY.  does your muse get jealous in a relationship?
K  :  KISS.  is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?Â
L  :  LOVE.  who does your muse love?
M  :  MOONLIGHT.  what is your museâs ideal date? where / who with / etc?
N  :  NAUGHTY.  what is your muse like in bed?
O  :  ODE.  does your muse have a way with words?
P  :  PARTNER.  what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?
Q  :  QUESTION.  would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?
R  :  ROMANCE.  is your muse a romantic or a cynic?
S  :  SWEETHEART.  did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?
T  :  TRUE LOVE.  does your muse believe in true love?
U  :  UNREQUITED.  has your muse had their heart broken?
V  :  VALENTINE.  how does your muse feel about valentineâs day?
W :  WEDDING.  would your muse get married? why / why not?
X  :  XOXO.  does your muse use / like pet names?
Y  :  YOURS.  does your muse get protective easily?
Z  :  ZZZ.  how many people has your muse slept with?
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He Said She Said - Sachiko Murakami / Iâm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore / Garden Song - Phoebe Bridgers
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ăfullănameă:ăkittibun    samak
ănickname(s)ă:ăkit      ,    kitti     Â
ăageă/ădobă:ătwenty  two    /    june    29th
ăethnicityă:ăthai    /    chinese
ănationalityă:ăchinese    -    american
ăgenderă:ăcis  man
ăpronounsă:ăhim    /    his
ăsexualityă:ăbisexual
ăcurrentălocationă:ăcamp    half    blood
ăgodlyăparentă:ăhephaestus
ăcabină:ănine
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ăăâăhis  earliest  memory  in  life  was  the  warmth  of  withered  hands  cradling  his  body  ;   the  look  of  adoration  on  the  face  of  one  of  the  village  grannies.  all  that  love  ,  and  nowhere  to  give   it  as  her  own  children  had  long  since  grown  ,  all  of  them   moved  on  into  the  bigger  cities  ,  bigger   dreams.  she  had  loved  him  well  ,  cared  for  him  to  the  greatest  of  her  abilties  ,  and  months  later  ,  she  had  passed.     Â
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   :   an  over  -  encompassing  thought  within  his  youth.  learned  of  in  some  passing  story  ,  they  had  stuck  within  his  heart  from  the  moment  the  words  had  been  read  off  the  page.  after  all  ,  who  else  could  relate  to  the  words  as  much  as  he  could  ?  who  else  could  say  they   truly   understood  like  he  did  ?
ăăâăkittibun  samak  was  officially  born  in  the  city  of  harbin  ,  in  the  heilongjiang  province  of  china   ,  to  a  mother  who's  face  he'd  never  know  ,  and  a  father  who  wouldn't  allow  himself  to  be  known  until   years   later.  only  days  after  his  birth  ,  he  had  been  taken  to  the  city  of   shangri-la  ,  found  in   the  yunnan  province  of   china   ,  and  at  the  doorsteps  of  a  small  community  ,  had  been  left  with  simple   instructions  on  how  to  receive  the  monthly  payments  for  raising  him.
ăăâăwith  the  first  few  years  of  his  life  spent  in  a   CONSTANT   state  of  upheavel  ,  his  childhood  flew  by  in  memories  of  being  passed  from  family  to  family  ,  from  neighbour  to  neighbour.  no  one  knew   where   the  child  had  come  from  ,  and  whereas  none  of   them  wished  to  commit  to   raising   him  ,  the  money  that  came  with  was  an  amount  not  many  could  pass  by.   (  rumours  of  a  young  mother  were  the  most  popular  to  follow  him,  but  also  those  of  a  rich  father  that  needed  for  his  bastard  son  to  disappearâ  no  one  knows  for  certain,  but  then  again,  no  one  needed  to  know.  )
ăăâăand   it  wasnât  that  no  one  loved  him,  or  that  no  one  cared.  but  home  for  kit  was  nothing  that  could  be  found  within  four  walls  and  a  roof,  neither  the  loving  embrace  of  a  singular  person.  it  had  been  between  the  people  whoâd  come  and   go,  the  adventures  that  he  had  learned  to  share.  he  was  an  inconsistency  in  every  life,  and  more  than  anything  ,  he  craved  to  find  a  place  to  call  home.
ăăâăat  twelve,  choosing  to  leave  his  small  community  had  been  an   easy  decision  to  make  ,  almost  too   easy  ,  really.  with  a  set  goal  in  mind,  and  the  realization  that  home  would  never  be  found  amongst  the  people  of  his  hometown,  when  the  opportunity  had  arisen  for  him  to  take  off  into  the  vast,  choosing  to  go  forth   ,  near  headfirst  into  the  unknown  had  been  as  easy  as  simply  ...  taking  the  hand  of  the  satyr  that  found  him.
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ăăâăis  a  little  camp  dwelling  gremlin  that's  been  here  for  almost  10+  years  !!   he's  kinda  obsessed  with  this  idea  of  finding  '  home   '  and  found  families  ,  and  he's  very  much  of  the  belief  that  camp  half  blood  is   it   for  him.  Â
ăăâăhad  a  bit  of  a  late  claiming  by  his  godly  parent  ,  hephaestus  ,  and  his  first  year  at  camp  was  spent  in  the  hermes  cabin  ,  with  the  constant  fear  that  he'd  be  kicked  out  (  he  has  some  lingering  ...   resentment  towards  the  guy  ,  and  he  still  clutches  his  wallet  everytime  he  walks  by  cabin  11  ).
ăăâăinherited  his  father's   technokinesis   ,  and  is  honestly  kinda  terrifying  w  it.  an  absolute  legend  with  all  sorts  of  tricks  and  traps  ,  and  inventing  new  weapons   is  both  his  favourite  hobby  ,  and  specialty. Â
ăăâăhas  the  personality  of  a  golden  retriever  with  seperation  anxiety  ,  but  at  the  same  time  ,  his  greatest  weakness  happens  to  be  his  need  to  prove  his  independence.  (  like  baby  u  can  lean  on  ppl  ....  it's  okay  ......  they  aren't  gonna  leave  u  bc  u  feel  like  u  need  to  rely  on  them  smtimes  <33  )
ăăâăis  actively  losing  his  mind  w  each  titanfucker  reveal  at  camp<33  guys  aha  ........  wdym  ur  supporting  the  other  side  ??   he's  v  deathly  afraid  of  losing  his  home  and  family  so  he  very  much  wants  to  rewind  to  before  any  of  this  was  an  issue  tysm  <3
ăăâăhas  an  automaton  named   hiro  that's  an   anthropomorphic   cat  -  like  creature   that  can  sprout   wings  /  weapons.   (  think  of  the  exceeds  from  fairy  tail  !!  except  more  ....  realistically  cat  -  looking  ??   )  he  can  usually  be  found  accompanying  kit  ,   or  lazing  in  the  sun  around  camp.  is  both  a  battle  companion  and  flying  taxi  to  kit  !
ăăâăhis  involvement  in  his  quest  ,   đđˇđ´  đšđžđđđ˝đ´đ  đđž  đľđ¸đ˝đł  đłđ°đ´đłđ°đťđđ  đ°đ˝đł  đđˇđ´  đźđ°đż  đžđľ  đđˇđ´  đťđ°đąđđđ¸đ˝đđˇÂ   :
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