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four. (the lightning thief. ) ❛ unadulterated loathing. ❜
"COLETTE, MOVE." Whined the small and golden-haired son of Apollo as he pushed his older cousin's shoulder back and fourth childishly from where she lay on the couch. In her defence, the soft-cushioned couch in the corner of the Apollo cabin was much comfier than any in the rest of the cabins. But it was ever the annoying for little Will Solace.
Colette lay flat on her back, her eyes closed as she suppressed the smile that threatened to break out onto her lips. "What is that little buzzing sound in my ear?" She asked rhetorically, "Lee, do you hear that noise?" She ignored the younger boy, instead looking up to her older cousin who grinned back in amusement from where he rested on his bed, a comic flat on his stomach.
"I'm afraid I do, Collie." Mused the older blonde, a playful smile breaking across his face like a flash of dawn upon a twilight sky. "How peculiar."
Will let out another annoyed grunt, "Collie, you reek!" He gagged dramatically, "Lee, you're my brother! Defend me, not her." He grumbled again, pulling at her arm so hard that it almost successfully pulled her off the couch.
Lee let out a bark of laughter, climbing off of his bed and ruffling his younger brother's hair playfully. "Relax, William. No need to get so defensive." Laughed the boy, grimacing though when he actually got closer to his younger cousin, "oh, my gods. he's right, Collie, you smell like shit! What the hell happened to you?"
The girl sat up in offence, gasping at the taller boy's words. "Lee, what the fuck!"
"Language!"
"Wait, haven't you heard, Lee?" Prompted Kayla Knowles. She was one of the younger children of the Apollo Cabin and adorned a splatter of freckles upon her cheeks, apparent like that of dots of paint. She grinned, lowering her guitar and looking over to the cabin councillor with a smirk, "Collie's made a new friend. And he's a boy!"
Lee gasped in surprise, turning back to Colette who rolled her eyes at the dramatics that seemed to run through each of the Apollo Campers blood. "No!" He gasped and shook his head in disbelief, lifting Colette's legs so he could actually sit on the couch before settling the girl's claves back over his thighs. "What happened to hating all men? I was literally just forcing Silena to make us matching shirts!"
"I don't hate all men... just most of them."
"You so do." Popped up Will, having given up and taken to sitting on the floor against the couch. "You told me that you'd 'rather experience the twelve labours of Heracles than so much as hold hands with a boy.'" He claimed, his eyes of skylit blue narrowing at his cousin who pushed him away with a hand to his forehead.
