» 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: so, this shot is one that i've always meant to write but never got around to. then, i read katie's one shot (go check out her tratie content btw) and i couldn't resist.
EDIT: i couldn't tag her for some reason so i'm gonna dedicate this shot to her lol. here ya go! :D
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» 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: that /one/ tratie headcanon that everyone knows and loves.
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I couldn't stand it.
I couldn't stand how he thought we were enemies, how he thought I was on good terms with our hatred, how he thought I could never feel certain emotions about him... He was all wrong.
Everything was wrong.
"Thinking about him again?" Miranda observed, a cheeky but pitying smile on her face.
I groaned and shook my head. "I don't know what I can do to get him to realize. I mean, we've been at each others' necks since day one, how do I just go up and say, 'hey, I actually like you a lot'?"
"You could always go talk to Connor." Miranda finished making her bed, then waited for me to stand up from my own mattress to wake our siblings up. "He knows Travis like the back of his hand, he'd know where to start."
"I guess."
"He's always in their cabin alone around this time," she continued encouragingly, lifting and eyebrow as she said, "Travis is always up early to prank you, but Connor sleeps in."
Humming, I trailed behind her to mull over my options. I could shove down my emotions like I had for the past six years, or I could confront Travis myself and see where it went, or I could talk to Connor and hear his thoughts on the matter.
I didn't care, I was just sick of the in-between feelings.
"That's a good idea," I decided aloud, and with a nod towards Miranda, I headed toward the door.
"You're going right now?"
"What better time than the present?" Slipping through the door, I wandered towards the Hermes cabin with staggering hope but unwavering confidence. I could do this.
I'd been so sure about my feelings since we were twelve - yes, he was annoying and lackadaisical, but past that he was strong and caring. I'd stumbled upon him in the woods writing in a moleskin notebook one day, and he'd looked so concentrated, so passion-struck... and when I asked him what it was that he was writing, he said it was prank ideas. Still, I couldn't have stopped myself from falling if I'd tried - in that moment, I knew that his pranks were from the heart and all in good fun, even if they irritated me sometimes.
Usually, his pranks made me physically fall. I never expected to do so romantically.
Since that day, I knew I had to tell him.
It had just taken me this long to have any initiative.
Connor was the perfect place to start, and as I approached the door of the Hermes cabin, I pondered what to say to him. He and his brother were basically the same person; they mirrored each other's mannerisms and even looked alike. So, hopefully, he shared an idea of how to get to Travis.
I just prayed to the gods that Connor came to the door.
But before I could knock, the door opened.
Connor was walking out of the cabin until he nearly ran into me, and he jumped. "Katie?"
His morning voice was a lot deeper than usual, raspier. It was reminiscent of his older brother's, and my heart skipped a beat as I urged myself to speak.
