Just so everyone knows I haven’t got round to following everyone on my new account yet, so if you haven’t been followed yet I haven’t forgotten I just got mid interrupted yesterday by life plans haha 😂 and will get round to it ❤️
Okay so that’s all the muses moved over to my new account *phew* that took a minute. I just have to wait now before I can actually use links to make the pages for the about and rules, apparently new accounts don’t get access to use links until the account is vetted, whatever the fuck that means 🤷🏻♀️
Hey guys, so I plan to completely redo my account from scratch so that means I will be deleting this one eventually and starting again. I just wanna start over with my character posts and stuff so, fresh start is in order. I’ll leave this up for a few days so everyone see it ❤️
I will be making my new account mutuals only to make my workload a bit easier as I’m struggling with replies. :/
You know what melted me? You two in the gazebo and you saying tell me a secret. And him going it’s risky. I was like oh my god tattoo it on my body. Like I loved that. -Sophia
There were about two weeks of prep before Camp Fallen Oak opened up for summer camp season. Counselors had been finishing up minor construction and unpacking the last parcels from the post office. Everything was perfect until one package turned up with the wrong address.
After drawing lots, Roxanne was burdened with the job of returning the package to the post office at the bottom of the mountain. It’d be a 15 minute hike to the nearest horse stable and a one hour journey to the post office. Delightful.
The exhausted camp counselor arrived at the horse stable in decent time, the package slightly bulging out of her bag. Roxy muttered to herself as she searched for signs of life.
“I really hope they’ll let me borrow a horse…”
Lucas was happy to help, hoisting her up by her hand with ease and a good amount of swift movement she was ontop the majestic beast in one quick push. “Buttercup will look after ya. Plus, I’m close by.” Lucas winked playfully as he mounted his own stead, the horse giving a friendly huff at the woman as it followed Lucas down the pathway. “So, do you make a habit of treking out into the forest by yourself for help?” Lucas asked, he was making conversation but there was a hint of genuine care for her safety in his tone.
“Was it in the bar a few nights ago? Nah. Wait! I know! The cinema. People complained you’re too tall.”
Myrkr, of course, knew who the other was - Steve Rogers/Captain America - but he guessed the guy was tired of hearing people fawn over him. Besides, Myrkr really saw him in the cinema; perhaps the guy was catching up on media. If Steve remembered, he’d realise now that it was him telling the complaining ones to shut the fuck up.
Steve watched him for a moment, his tone and his body language. Running it in his mind he could tell the other was uncomfortable with the mention of his father. Steve couldn’t understand what it was like to have a menacing god for a father but he could relate to having a crappy one. “Forget I mentioned him. Father’s don’t define their sons.” Steve said, his tone genuine and even a little remorseful. Having Loki as a father couldn’t be a easy task the soilder thought.
Steve was completely caught off guard when the man complimented his obvious embarrasment at the mention of the cinema. Steve would be irritated but at having a sensitive display pointed out but Myrkr had such an aloof and charismatic tone that Steve couldn’t help but smile a little in turn. He cleared his throat a little as he felt a tightness in his chest all of a sudden, “Sure, waffles sound nice.”
