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ana didn’t care about the ways that xander got out his frustrations, and she’d preferably never have to know how else he did it. “the trainer and the trainee would be dead already if i’d given them anything more than dulled pieces of crap,” ana told him with a shrug of her shoulder as she gently rang her finger along the edge of the blade. pleased with it’s sharpness, she gently set it down before picking up another sword, this one significantly more dulled than the last. 

‘ i PITY the cabin that the git resides within, ’ xander commented. picking up his sword, a smirk crept onto his lips. this is whenever he felt like himself most – during training. it was a way, one of the best ( although he could list another ), to take out his frustrations. ‘ his trainer status should be revoked, if we’re being honest. the child is going to injure itself badly. ’

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the glare she received only made her roll her eyes. “you’ve already stopped, boone, you might as well want to wonder why i asked to borrow you.” picking up the small little device rubbing out a grass stain from one of her camp shirts, she twirled it between her fingers before looking back up at boone. 

at the sound of ana’s voice, boone stopped dead in his tracks, taking another bite of the apple and chewing thoroughly before his head creaked around to look at her. he examined her with a withering, skeptical glare before swallowing the bite of apple. “no.”

#& — so many words; so few moments ( interaction. ) ! #& — actual son of death ( boone. ) !

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He painted my heart with colors I never knew existed.

E. Grin, excerpt from Poisoned Ink  (via holtbekah)

#& — queen of the forge ( ilyana. ) ! #& — king of the armory ( max. ) ! #& — in a thousand lives + in a hundred ways it will always be you ( maxana. ) ! #& — the godliest of queues ( queue. ) !

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setting the flowers down as the pair stepped into her cabin, ana tipped her head towards max as she said, “ralph’s a sweetie, but i question if he knows whether or not he’s a METAL MACHINE.” ralph started to whine and almost immediately as he started to whine, ana picked him up to soothe the whining. “i recognize now, that it may be my fault he doesn’t know.” the affection she had for machines was far beyond reasonable, but could she help the connection she felt to the thing that she made? ... probably if she tried harder. “the poor campers would never survive if you were in charge,” she teased light heartedly, setting ralph down on the stairs so he could clang his way up to find something to play with in the wreckage of the work room. 

“sorry the cabin’s a mess,” she said after a moment, rubbing her hands together in an almost guilty kind of manner, itching to clean up while they spoke. “i just, y’know, get so bogged down in creative spirals that i sometimes forget that i should keep the place clean.” snapping her fingers with a small laugh, she said, “guess it’s a good thing i’m only head counselor when no one else is here.” 

when he told her that he wasn’t here to be nursed ( which she almost didn’t immediately believe ), ana tipped her head to the side as she turned to look at him. she leaned on a table, steadying herself with her hand as she asked, “then why did you come here, hm?”  when he held his hand out to her, she tutted softly as she let her fingers gently trace his palm as she inspected his fingers. “i--” she looked up at him for a second with furrowed bows, confusion written all over her face. “arse over teacup?” she asked, incredulous, laughter bubbling past her lips at the phrased as it repeated thrice more in her head. what a ridiculous phrase -- it was probably the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard in her life. “what does that even mean?”

                                                                just one kiss and i, i will be hooked to her fire.

   humans had such a way with words thanks to the muses. they sang of beautiful things but when he thought of her, they all reminded him of her. being a son of aphrodite should have made it easier but the truth was, he was ( AFRAID ). love was easy to manipulate but when it came down to feeling love himself, he knew he couldn’t manipulate that. he didn’t want someone against their will. he wanted one hundred percent or none. yet he didn’t start out looking for love but it found him in a pyrokinetic named ilyana who just happened to be a daughter of hephaestus. perhaps in a way, he didn’t want to admit love to her because when her father loved his mother, it didn’t exactly work out well for them.

    blue hues that the god of the sea himself would be proud of, glanced down at the creation. it was just another thing that he loved about her. she didn’t just make weapons but she created things like the robot trying to escape. an amused grin appeared on his lips. “his name is RALPH? oh, i wanna know.” she had made him since he had been gone, he knew that much. not much else though. “i wanna see that, ana.” tormenting the campers that is. as much as he was one to always be there for someone even if he was hurting, he knew the robot dog probably wouldn’t do too much damage.

   stepping inside finally, he inhaled. max had gotten so used to the smell and in a way, he imagined this was what heaven smelled like. “i didn’t come to be nursed, ana.” though that was kind of fun to think about, watching her think of a way to fix him even if all he needed were band aids. turning, he revealed that his dominant hand had been abused all to hell. he went to london for work and instead, did something for ana while he was gone. with aphrodite seemingly gone, he was alone in his feelings and had no one to talk to about them. if he spoke with his brothers and sisters, they’d probably make him a butt of their jokes. he loved them though. “they’re healing, kinda. good ole dad only laughed. said mum knocked him arse over tea cup once. did that to’me once too, dad. i think it’s blimey! punishmun’.”

#& — so many words; so few moments ( interaction. ) ! #& — king of the armory ( max. ) !

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♦♦ ( one for wednesday and one for boone )

WEDNESDAY: ♦

“J E N N E R. it was going to be reality television, although i realized that wouldn’t have fit the parameters. therefore; J E N N E R.”

BOONE: ♦

“U P S E T. when your life is defined by your parent, and your parent is death incarnate, it’s isolating. i just feel like i have always seen him sans smile. sometimes i want to check in on him, but i-- i don’t know why i don’t.”

#& — actual son of death ( boone. ) ! #& — she's a 'bubblegum bitch' ( wednesday. ) ! #ofardor #& — it is impolite to question a host ( answered. ) !

[ilyanaparsons]

Send ✖ for my muses opinion on yours.

#& — we all have something to say-- sometimes a little prompting is involved ( ask memes. ) ! #this applies to all of my muses!!

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You laughed like a metaphor I’ve been trying to write down for years.

Rudy Francisco, Take Me With You (via thelovejournals)

#& — queen of the forge ( ilyana. ) ! #& — the godliest of queues ( queue. ) !

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gather the constellations in your mind. press them to paper & call it art.

paperharbors | notes to self #7 (via bcllahadids)

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where home was for max, ana didn’t know and it bothered her that part of her being wanted his home to be in her. that ana was his home and he was sympathetic and nerdy enough to say something like, ‘you’re my home ana, don’t you know that?’. it was a ridiculous notion, of course, because there was no way a son of aphrodite would want to hold on to her like that. there were probably many women in london who wanted his attention. her eyes remained downcast as her thoughts took that turn and the more she inspected the metal, the more she began to recognize the blood splatters were what caused the rustic stain she had found herself fascinated with. she frowned as she looked back at him, lips pursed as she opened the door and pushed back gently, a little invention attempting to run past her outstretched foot. 

“get back, ralph, or i’ll deactivate you.” she called back to the small, robot dog she’d been tinkering with for the last few hours. a whine from the robot let ana more confidently open the door. “come on, before he decides he needs to torment campers,” she told him with a smile, tipping her head towards the open door. “and thank you for something so thoughtful, especially at the expense of your fingers. i’d like to take a look at them.” she wasn’t a medical expert by any means, but she had a basic remedy to patch up scrapes, cuts, scratches, and other small mishaps. 

   home was never in london. he never felt like he belonged there. his father certainly never asked him to stay and if anything, he urged him to go. home, deep down, were behind glass doors the colors of the earth. it was protected by a wall built from the finest metals around and even ever existed. but he was too cocky and too nervous to actually say such a thing out loud to the girl standing in front of him which was both stupid and insane, being a son of aphrodite, the goddess of love. 

   his eyes narrowed slightly, watching her inspect his flowers. well, her flowers. “hey, hey now.” it was strange how her critique actually kind of hurt to hear. “um… just really great paint.” paint that no matter how hard he tried to wash it off, it never came off. his injured hand slipped into his pocket and out of sight. “i know they’re not as perfect as the things you make but i know you don’t like flowers that’ll die, so… can i come in now, please?”

#& — so many words; so few moments ( interaction. ) ! #& — king of the armory ( max. ) ! #??? #this gif is useless but take it and love me

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ana had finally gotten the stupid little oil spot out of her shirt and she wondered for a moment why that couldn’t be a kick ass power of hers? wouldn’t that have been just perfect? especially if you were like her and had oil stains on every piece of clothing you owned. standing on the hephaestus cabin porch, having a little device scrub out a few more stains from different articles of clothing, she raised her brows at someone passing. “hey! can i borrow you for a second?”

#degods:starter #& — so many words; so few moments ( interaction. ) !

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letting the whetstone move against the blade in front of her, her eyes flicked up and she huffed out her frustration at the sight. “it’s as though some of the trainers aren’t even trying anymore. they’re not worthy of the dummy swords in the armory, given that display.” 

‘ clearly, they’ve never heard of COMMON sense. this idiot is going to get killed. ’

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it was because ana didn’t know where home was for him that she didn’t appreciate the sentiment of his “hopping the pond”, especially if he feels like he’s been summoned back home. home is where the heart is, and maybe his isn’t here. when he pulled out the metal flowers from behind his back, ana immediately reached for them. she didn’t care whether or not they were for her, but she couldn’t help but want to immediately inspect the craftsman ship. 

“the edges could be more rounded on the petals,” she told him, mouth on autopilot and immediately she looked up at him with a small “o” on her mouth. realizing what she said, she tried to quickly make up for it. after all, he clearly tried very hard on them. “i’m-- i mean-- thank you for the flowers. i love them.” she couldn’t help wanting to criticize the craftsmanship, considering that’s what she spent all day doing. “the red paint is lovely... how’d you get it to look like that on the metal? it looks kind of rusty, i really like it.” 

  she had a way of being able to make him giggle and feel nervous at the same time but damn, she was beautiful. truly a child of the gods - or god, be that. maybe as a son of aphrodite he could see what most didn’t, like the glow she seemed to have even with the black grime on her body. it was so bright that he just wanted to stand there and adore it. but not going to be possible especially since he was officially intruding on her ownership of the armory, only possible without him there. 

   “maybe that makes you even more beautiful.” max told her in a light but adoring tone. his free hand rested on the door frame, waiting for something. anything. always the same ( DANCE ) they did. “’allo to you too, love. i hoped the pond for home, is all.” but it wasn’t clear if camp was home or london was. “i’ve been summoned back, ana, and i wanted to see you but first.” he huffed, finally pulling out the object from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers. they weren’t boring or bland ones, however, they were made out of metal and appeared to be handmade. his skills would never match hers but he hoped it would be the thought that counted - even if he lost a few pints of blood in the process. “i made these for you when i should have been working.”

#& — so many words; so few moments ( interaction. ) ! #& — king of the armory ( max. ) !

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the crashing and yelling inside was solely ilyana. she prayed her siblings ( if any decided to come this year ) were safe, but with it just being her, that meant all of her little projects were scattered all around the cabin. she was one of few full time campers as old as she was, but with her skills she knew that she’d be needed there more than anywhere else in the world. she needed to keep the armory stocked, after all... especially when max was away so she could arrange it just how she liked it.  

pulling the door open wide ( and slightly out of breath ), ana’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him. she bit her lower lip as she looked up at him through thick lashes. he had an awfully beautiful way of making her feel like she was perfect, and she hated that he could do it because he was a child of aphrodite and it always felt just a little bit insincere, which ate away at her heart. 

“the first day you met me, i wasn’t covered in nearly as much oil as i am now.” she told him, a half hearted smile on her face. she made no motion to invite him inside, though every part of her wanted to. it was a mess inside and unless he wanted to trip over all of her nifty little inventions, it wasn’t going to be worth the workout. “it’s been a minute, max, did you have a nice time abroad?” 

   only a few weeks had passed since he left the camp but there was a threat and he had to come back. despite not knowing what the threat was, just that he was accompanied by three protectors, instead of going to the armoy or someone who would actually know something, he found himself outside of the HEPHAESTUS cabin with something behind his back. even with the unknown threat looming over his head, he knocked on the door with his free hand. when the door finally answered after thrashing and yelling from inside, a dry chuckle escaped his lips. “you look as beautiful as the first day i met you.” he told the brunnette, remembering she had been just as dirty and grimmy but he could still see the light underneath the coating of filth.

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& — tag dump ( for ilyana. ) !

#& — queen of the forge ( ilyana. ) ! #& — king of the armory ( max. ) ! #& — in a thousand lives + in a hundred ways it will always be you ( maxana. ) ! #& — take off your mask stranger ( anonymous. ) ! #& — it is impolite to question a host ( answered. ) ! #& — i can crush you in my hand... remember that for me won’t you? ( musings. ) ! #& — the sound of metal on metal ( aesthetic. ) ! #& — how does everything i own have an oil stain on it? ( wardrobe. ) ! #& — we all have something to say-- sometimes a little prompting is involved ( ask memes. ) ! #& — even i don’t know the name of the tune i’m humming ( playlist. ) ! #& — my story is long and arduous ( headcanons. ) ! #& — so many words; so few moments ( interaction. ) ! #& — it is a conscious decision we make to change ( character development. ) !

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MAXANA PLAYLIST, in no particular order.

tomorrow never comes. by zac brown band, moondust. by jaymes young, i found. by amber run, counting stars. by onerepublic, all of me. by john legend, yours again. red, they don’t know about us. one direction, love me like you do. by ellie goulding, pieces. by red, hanging on. by ellie goulding, clarity. zedd, stay the night. by zedd, never be the same. by red, here with me. by susie suh, nicotine. by panic! at the disco, girl on fire. by arshad, i wouldn’t mind. by he is we, kiss me slowly. parachute, nitesky. robert koch, somebody to die for. hurts, shattered. trading yesterday, she is love. parachute, you and me. lifehouse, falling even more. lifehouse,

FT. APHRODITE

let her go. by passenger, pieces. andrew belle,

#& — queen of the forge ( ilyana. ) ! #& — king of the armory ( max. ) ! #& — in a thousand lives + in a hundred ways it will always be you ( maxana. ) !