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PostSubject: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:40 pm



Quinn Taylors
Quinn's happiness was written across her face as she waited in Camp Half Blood's parking lot.  Her suitcase and pillow had already been neatly placed in the back of her red Malibu. It had been a birthday present from her mother last year, and the girl was overly protective of it. She made sure it's cherry red exterior stayed clean, even if it meant she had to sneak out to give it a decent wash. The demigod's interior side of the car was just as tidy, with berry air fresheners sitting in her vents, the leather free of any stain. Sparkling in the sunlight was Quinn's key to her mother's house, held onto the rear view mirror by a plain silver chain. The small key had been her most prized possession since she had learned of the summer trip she would be taking with her mother, as well as Ty.  

Yes, Ty. The very Ty that she had sworn to avoid about five weeks ago. The same Ty that had been stolen from her in the dangerous borders of Kronos' Camp. However often she tried to avoid those memories, they served as a reminder of her limits. She couldn't save the world. Ty couldn't hold the world on his shoulders. These facts were what had kept her friendly towards the thin son of Aphrodite. She had invited him on her family trip after all, one would think they could get along. Honestly, Quinn needed an escape, and she guessed that he did as well. Or rather, she bothered him to go with her until he finally agreed.

Their trip would take them to the Black Hills eventually, but first to her mother's home in Albany. The drive would take about two and a half hours, but Quinn was more than ready. Her driving skills were questionable, but her desire to see her mother was stronger than an obstacles in their path, she was sure of it. Swirling the keys to Stacy, (yes, the car) she searched for any view of her thin friend. Okay, more than friend, depending on how you categorized the mix of emotions she felt towards Tiberius. As her eyes swept over the vast parking lot, she smiled. With the breeze against her face, she continued to observe the area, her radio blasting 'One More Night' by Maroon Five.

She had a pale pink shirt on, denim shorts and white sandals for the drive to Albany. Her golden curls blew in the soft breeze as she began to pace around Stacy in circles. One hand was always on the car however, her fingers drawing spirals as she went about. "So I cross my heart and I hope to die -" she began to sing, belting out the chorus for anyone and everyone to hear. "That I only stay with you - oh," Quinn gasped, diving her hand through the driver's window to turn the radio down as she saw someone approaching. She still tapped her fingers to the rhythm as the song played on, but tried to make her sudden gush of talent less obvious. "Hey, you ready?" the demigod asked, an eyebrow raising as she grinned.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jun 20, 2014 11:16 am

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Tiberius look at the watch on his wrist as he finished packing, humming quietly to himself before realising he was almost going to be late. He didn’t like being late, but it did sometimes happen to everyone. To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is unacceptable. That was what his father had taught him at the age of 2 1/2, and the saying had stuck with Ty ever since, wrapped around the exterior of his brain like tightening vines, binding him to live by it. So hastily putting the last thing in the suitcase and zipping it up, Tiberius went out the door to his cabin and made way to the parking lots. He was immensely excited to be going on a trip with Quinn, and it wasn’t just because he got to spend time with her and laugh with her and smile with her and just be with her. Ty, since coming to camp, had never been outside the borders. Sure, there were a few times where he was tempted to do so, but whatever plans he had made always backfired on him. There was something conceding the cabin that needed fixing. Quinn needed him. He slept too late. So Ty, understandably, was sick and tired of Camp Half Blood and everyone in it. Except Quinn. He could never get tired of Quinn. Tiberius loved Quinn and he knew it. There was no doubt in his mind about how he felt towards one of Apollo’s many daughters. The thing was, he just didn’t show his affection (or at least he didn’t try. Tiberius was an idiot and knew nothing of flirting and holding his tongue). He didn’t know if Quinn was embarrassed by him, or didn’t return his feelings, but Ty wasn’t going to screw up what relationship they had already.

However, when the demigod asked him to come with her on a road trip to see her mother, Tiberius was a little reluctant to go. He didn’t know why Quinn didn’t ask one of her other, more popular friends to go with her. After all, they certainly would have more fun than they would together. Ty knew that he and Quinn were almost complete polar opposites, she was a popular, he was far from it. She was like fire, burning down towns and cities and hearts with her scorching personality. He was like metal, cold hearted and refusing to bend to the will of anything. Except fire, because fire had a tendency to melt metal, shape it to another form even if it wanted too or not. That was what Quinn did to Tibs. She changed him, and he didn’t know if it was for better or for worse. Tiberius had a hunch that he and Quinn would probably argue on the road trip, he didn’t see how they couldn’t. So at first the boy declined, saying that he had far too much work to do around camp and that it wasn’t wise for him to go. Which wasn’t true in the slightest. He just didn’t want to to ruin things between them, because like metal, Ty scratched at the surface of everything he touched, leaving large gaping holes that could hardly be repaired. He didn’t want to do that to Quinn, ruin her. She had a life of her own and the more Tiberius got involved the more he knew she’d change. She already had, in a way, to Ty. So he walked down to the parking lot, still thinking about how he got wrapped up in this stupid adventure. Quinn was persistent, and kept pestering Tibs until one day he just said yes without thinking. Yes he would go with her. Yes he would embarrass himself a thousand times over because that was what he did around the lovely, destructive Quinn Taylors. 

As he got closer to the red car that the other demigod owned, Ty noticed someone singing, and since no one else was around, he knew it was Quinn. She hadn’t sang in front of him before, and he never pressed the issue, because he’d never show her his talents. Playing piano and matching sweater colours to make a cool outfit. Well, he was pretty good at chess and speaking french, but Quinn had already seen those first hand. Even so, when he approached Quinn and her bright car, he got into the passenger seat, placing his suitcase in the back. He noticed it was considerably smaller than his partners. “Good morning, Quinn Taylors,” Tiberius said as a greeting. “Might I say you have a lovely singing voice?” He smiled, knowing he would probably get playfully punched. “And in light of your previous question, yes I am ready. Tally ho!”
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:41 pm



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Quinn ran a hand through her hair as she continued grinning, her heart racing with anticipation. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind; there were no worries or second-guesses. "Morning," she repeated brightly as she looked over Stacy one more time. The backseat was clear of any debris, allowing the tan leather of the seat to be the only thing visible. In the front seat she set her purse, lazily thrown on the dash with her chap stick falling out. She also had placed a can of Sun Drop in her cup holder, unopened as of now. Her golden brown eyes flicked upwards as Ty placed his things in the back, watching him intently as he did so. Slipping into the driver's seat, she buckled up while Tiberius spoke, her face flushing red at his comment about her singing.

Sitting up straight, she stared at him angrily, her lips pressing firmly together as words battled on her tongue. "No you may not!" Quinn exclaimed, her eyes wide as she turned to the wheel.  As she started the engine, the girl shook her head. "I don't sing, that's insane," she muttered, along with a few other not-so-nice comments. Sliding the Malibu into reverse, Quinn watched the back, fiercely slamming on the brakes to prevent from running into a large truck. "Oops," she mumbled, chewing on her lip as she continued to go out of the crowded lot. All of her movements were quick and frantic, making it obvious that she rarely drove the car.

Her purse was sliding around on the dash as she drove, and the girl barely noticed until it nearly spilled as she stopped on the gravel road. "Ack," Quinn mumbled, grabbing hold of the fabric and tossing it in the backseats. "The directions are in the glove compartment, could you um - crap." She cursed as she sped through a yellow light. "Just grab them." Soon they were on the highway, allowing the tension in her shoulders to  ease away as she set cruise control on Stacy. The wide expanse of tar wasn't a comfort to her, but a constant speed made driving a lot easier, especially when you're Quinn Taylors and you royally suck at controlling a vehicle. She ran a freshly nail polished hand through her hair as they continued on their way, tapping her thumbs on the wheel along to the beat of the music.

Soon 'Feel Again' by One Republic came on the radio, (her playlist, mind you. A Daughter of Apollo wouldn't ever settle for less than her own music) and she began humming along. Her humming soon broke into soft singing, and then expanded from that. "Oh my heart is numb - but with you - I feel again," she sang along to the song. After realizing her actions, Quinn blushed and looked over at Tiberius. "Shut up," the girl quickly gushed before resuming her singing. "I was a lonely soul, but that's lonely."
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jun 20, 2014 2:00 pm

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Ty laughed at Quinn as she started to get angry. He wasn’t intimidated, not anymore. He’d seen Quinn angry, and this wasn’t anger. This, at best, was annoyance disguised as anger, and so Tiberius wasn’t scared if he teased her about her talent. She was quite good, and her singing reminded him of home. Charlotte was a great singer for not being of apollo descent, and her voice carried through the hallowed, empty halls of their loft back in New York. Ty hadn’t heard her sweet voice for over two years now, and saying that he missed his little sister didn’t even begin to feel the pain he felt. But Lottie’s voice was more like a bird’s call, soprano and high. Quinn’s singing was more mesmerising to Tiberius, he loved it, just like he loved her. “No, I think you do sing.” Ty said putting his hands behind his head and leaning back into the leather seat. He trusted Quinn enough to relax. After all, she was a better driver than he would ever be, and at 17, Tiberius still didn’t know how to drive. Granted, he was in New York city at the time, and he always took either the subway or a taxi, plus his father didn’t like cars. He trusted her enough not to kill them both in the car, which was saying something. 

When Quinn asked him to grab the directions out of the glove compartment, Tiberius did as she asked. “Uh, yeah sure,” He said as he took out the map. “Where are we headed?” Tibs questioned as he looked at Quinn while she sped down the highway with cruise control. The map was full of green and blue and grey and red, and the demigod studied it profusely. Most of the time, he didn’t understand things like phones or the world wide web. He somewhat understood maps. Ty was really bad a directions, but he didn’t think he should mess this up. So he would try his best to direct Quinn to their destination without too many detours. When Quinn started play some song by a band he’d never heard of, Tiberius closed his eyes and smiled. This song was good, even though he’d never heard it before. It was upbeat and happy and modern, something he never really got into until he entered camp. Soon, she began singing, softly at first, and then louder and louder until she finally said ‘shut up’ to Tiberius. “I didn’t say anything. You're delusional, Quinn.” He said as she continued again. If Ty did say something, then he knew Quinn would stop singing, and he didn’t want that to happen because he loved her voice.

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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jun 20, 2014 3:19 pm



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Quinn scoffed at Tiberius' laughter, shaking her head as she watched farther down the road. She wasn't remotely upset, she felt on top of the world, as if nothing could touch her today. Not the depths of her failures, or her peaks of weakness, no, nothing would upset her today. "You're an idiot," she protested, rolling her eyes as she switched into the next lane. Glancing over his relaxed form, she raised an eyebrow. Did he actually trust her enough to recline in a car she barely drove? The thought made her feel warm inside, and she decided to leave him be. "My mom lives in Albany," Quinn said with a soft smile. The mention of her mother was something she always smiled at. "Her name's Stella, by the way," she added with a nod. Ever since the demigod headed off to camp, Stella had been living on her own and working towards a degree in chemistry. Last time they spoke, Quinn learned that her mother was teaching at a community college, and couldn't have been happier. The daughter of Apollo was proud of her mother for pursuing her dreams to become more than just a talented person. Looking over a Ty, she wished she had the guts to pursue her own.

At his delusional comment, the girl laughed and shook her head, continuing to belt out the lyrics to the peppy song. Once it ended, she turned the radio back down. "You would've said something," Quinn responded, smiling as she popped open her can of Sun Drop and took a sip. "Want some? I have more cans in the back," the demigod mumbled, motioning to the opened 24 pack of Sun Drop. "It's my mom's favorite," she admitted. Tapping her thumbs again, the girl hummed along to 'How to Save a Life' by the Fray.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jun 20, 2014 9:58 pm

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Tiberius opened one eye to look at Quinn. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” He said, grinning as if he had just won the lottery. Her figure was blurred by the sunlight streaming into the car, smudged just enough that it was almost unrecognisable if not for the days and nights he’d spent memorising her face, as if that would be the last time they would meet for a very long time. Being demigods, dying was a common thing for them to do, whether it be heroic or not. Ty didn’t think he’d go out in a heroic way, but he hoped Quinn would. He thought her a martyr while he himself was a coward. Perhaps it were the other way around, he just didn’t know yet. But he had decided a long time ago that if he were to die, he’d die by Quinn’s side, looking into her brown eyes and blonde hair. Tibs shook that thought out of his wreaked mind; this trip was not meant for dark thoughts or fights among friends, it was meant for happy memories and friendships. Although with his luck, something bad would happen on this trip like the car crashing or monsters attacking. This trip would probably end in screams or silent treatments from either of them. It seemed it was already beginning to go south when Quinn told him where her mother lived. “Oh, uh, Albany? Really? That’s actually kind of funny…” Ty began, but then shut his mouth as he buried closed his eyes once more, the pleasant smile on his calm face diminishing a little out of uneasiness, but not because of her driving. Quinn didn't need to know what was in Albany

The demigod soon realised that in order to get to Stella’s house (although when he would meet her he’d call her Mrs. Taylors. It was only right and proper.) he’d actually have to give directions. So Tibs told Quinn where to go, keeping his eyes on the map and not on her because he didn’t want her to ask him about what was it about Albany. The capital made him worried and euphoric at the same time, and if Quinn knew what lurked there it wouldn’t end pretty. The map got easier to comprehend the more Ty read it, and the more Ty read the map and gave directions, the easier it was not to make small talk. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to his companion, he did. But whatever the subject was would probably always end up back at Albany, which he would avoid if it killed him. Quinn kept talking though.

“Yeah, I would’ve said your voice is amazing and you should sing more often.” Tiberius responded, half divulged in deciphering the map, but smiling a little as he did. He had moved on from the page they were on and was now looking at the map of Nebraska. Everything was quiet for a while, just the hum of the engine and the sound of wheels on asphalt until Quinn spoke again. “No, it’s too sugary for me. That’s why I drink straight earl grey tea and water. I know, I know, I’m strange.” He said folding the map with methodic creases and putting it back on the dashboard until it was needed for further use. Tibs stared not at Quinn, but at the road ahead. The scenery was fantastic, and the further away they got from camp, the more relaxed and calm Tiberius felt, as if a great weight had been lifted off of his shoulders for the time being. With Quinn, he didn’t have to worry about being a cabin leader or being perfect or anything really. He just had to worry about not screwing whatever he had with her up, and that was a big task in itself. “I’m sure your mother has excellent tastes.” With that, he stopped talking and just listened to his friend hum along to another unfamiliar song.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jun 20, 2014 11:41 pm



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Quinn glanced over at Ty as he spoke, bursting into laughter at his response. "Fair enough," she responded, shaking her head slowly as if it would take away her fit of giggles. After her less than sophisticated laugh subsided the girl realized something; that was the first time she had laughed in a long time. A real laugh, not one faked for popularity or false friendship. It was real, something that warmed her heart and made her catch her breath. That moment made her realize how great her life actually was. She had someone to count on, someone to laugh with, someone who cared about her. Quinn was blessed in ways she didn't understand. Strange ways, but she adored each and every method it took to make her life wonderful. Now, on the other hand there was hardship and suffering, which she preferred to avoid at all cost. She raised an eyebrow at Ty's open - ended response to hearing where her mother lived. "Funny? What do you mean?" Quinn pressed, slowing down as they reached an intersection. She made a left turn as directed by the instructions, and waited for a response.

The highway went on forever, over and under bridges, displaying the wide open blue sky with every turn the red Malibu took. She noticed that Tiberius took a sudden interest in the map at her question, but couldn't place why. Had something happened in Albany? Quinn hadn't grown up there, she was born in Pennsylvania, but didn't think it was a bad place. The demigod blushed at his compliment, about to reject it, but deciding against that. "Thank you," Quinn replied softly. She laughed as Ty rejected her offer for Sun Drop, shaking her head at his reply. "Yeah, I know you're strange too," she responded with a slow nod, putting more pressure on the gas. "I like the sugar, it keeps me awake," the demigod added with a grin, taking another sip of her drink.

Her eyes were peeled to the road for the rest of the trip, making sure to try and stay in the speed limit. Quinn's fear of getting pulled over was low compared to her desire to see her mother for the first time in two years.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sat Jun 21, 2014 11:08 am

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Ty really didn’t want to talk about Albany. It wasn’t like anything bad happened there, but nothing good came out of it either. He did have some good memories of the place, but if he told Quinn, then she’d probably stop the car with a jerk and probably give them both whiplash. “Forget I said anything, I’m an idiot, remember? It’s not so much funny as it is chance.” Tiberius said, smiling reassuringly despite if Quinn was looking at him or not. There would probably come a time where he’d have to explain to her what he meant, and he hoped that that time would be sometime in the future, when they were both in camp and this trip, this mad, wonderful trip, was just a pleasant memory in their minds. If this journey to Albany was to stay wonderful, then Tibs would keep avoiding the subject of Albany, no matter how much he wanted to tell his best friend. Ty picked the strands of his white sweater that hung loosely off the fabric, as if awkward silence was better than admitting what was wrong and it wasn’t. Tiberius wanted to talk to Quinn about everything that was going on and everything he felt. That’s what best friends were for, right? Complaining and talking and celebrating every little thing that happened to their lives. But Ty was a coward and wouldn’t start off the conversation, he never would. He didn’t even start it when they first met at the dance, that was Quinn. All he did was say hello and that was it, and greetings could hardly be a conversation starter. It was Quinn who had complimented his tie and hit it off. 

With the silence overtaking them more and more, making the friends seem like strangers to each other, Tibs let his mind wander a little bit, mostly with worry about meeting Mrs. Taylors. What if she didn’t like him? What if she didn’t think she was good enough for Quinn? What if he said the wrong thing about her kitchen drapes and she beat him with a broom? The third uneasy thought was probably very unlikely to happen, but Ty still worried about it. “You’re welcome,” He said to Quinn, just as softly. He did truly mean she had a lovely singing voice. In an even quieter tone, Tibs asked, "Quinn, what if your mother doesn’t like me? I mean, what if I do or say something that offends her and she says you and I can’t see each other anymore. Don’t get me wrong I don’t think you would stop seeing me just because she made that rule. I should hope you don’t stop seeing me. Gods, look at me, a nervous wreak just because I’m meeting your mother.” He chuckled weakly and then preceded to run his hands through his thick black hair as if it would calm him down. It didn’t. 

Silence cloaked the two demigods once more, indulging them in it’s deafness. Tibs just nodded in response to Quinn’s comment about sugar and about him being strange. If anybody else had told him he was odd or mad, Ty probably would have hated the kid and probably hurled some victorian insults that were just as lame as he was. But when Quinn said it, Tiberius took it as a complement, as if being strange was the very best thing in the world. He’d rather be strange than be normal any day, because there were too many normal people in this world and not enough people like Tiberius. After minutes of tracing endless circles on the palm of his unnaturally pale hand to soothe the worried thoughts he was thinking, Ty closed his eyes. He forgot to bring any sort of books to read, and he didn’t own a mp3 player to pass the time. It didn’t seem like he and Quinn would be talking anymore, and so he closed his grey eyes once again and allowed himself to sleep to pass the time.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sat Jun 21, 2014 12:23 pm



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Quinn watched her friend out of the corner of her eye, noticing how the mention of Albany seemed to settle with him. Whatever the thing was, she would find out. Maybe not right that second, but she would eventually. The demigod had a way of squeezing out the truth, that could just take a while. However, she hoped that she wouldn't need to use any brutal methods when it came to Ty. "Okay, okay," the demigod muttered, pursing her lips as she focused on the road. She bit her tongue to keep from asking anything more; this whole 'best friend' thing was difficult when you meant for it to be long term. For some it could be difficult to grasp the idea that Quinn's first ever 'friend' was a skinny chess player, but it was true. All of the times she had called a middle school peer a 'friend' it was a lie made up for popularity's sake. She hadn't ever had anyone to believe in until now. Strange, really, how fire and metal could get along without one of them shattering into dozens of pieces. Whatever the risk, she was overjoyed to have someone to care about.

Once Ty began to babble about his worries with meeting her mother, Quinn bit her cheek to prevent herself from laughing. "Yeah, I probably wouldn't listen to her if she said that," she admitted with a laugh. Stella hadn't punished Quinn much in her childhood, and she guessed that her mother wouldn't take any anger out on Ty. "But you don't need to worry about it either. My mom isn't going to hate you," the demigod added. "I promise." Of course, Quinn had worried about a similar situation. The last time she had seen her mother was Christmas, nearly three years ago. Fourteen year old Quinn was very different from seventeen year old Quinn. What if her mother didn't like who she had become? What if, unlike Tiberius, Stella didn't accept all of her flaws, like her manipulation, her deceitfulness, or her disloyalty?

She let her worries blow away as she focused on the asphalt Stacy was riding on. After a few minutes of silence, she glanced over to see Tibs asleep, which slid a smile onto her face. Quinn tired to keep her eyes on the road, but it was hard when she could hear Ty snoring, causing her to suppress giggles. He looked peaceful of course, but the demigod couldn't take him seriously as he snored through the next hour of their trip.  

Several turns later, the red Malibu arrived in Albany. Quinn had drove through the capital only once before, and found that she despised traffic and stupid drivers. Half an hour later, she pulled into a driveway with a green lawn. The two story house was small, with it's dark brown shingles, rusty red siding and cream colored door. Taylors' was written on the mailbox with brown paint, in her mother's handwriting. Quinn cut the engine and sat there for a minute, the only sound wrecking the peaceful moment being Ty's continuous snoring. "Ty, wake up, we're... we're here," she breathed, shaking his shoulder. Her eyes never left the front porch, as if when she looked away, her mother's safe haven would vanish forever. "She, oh gods I see her," Quinn whispered, covering her mouth as she watched her mother move inside the house.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sat Jun 21, 2014 11:27 pm

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When Tiberius woke up, it was to new scenery, something he never saw. The house was beautiful, and in his mind it would be a cottage in a fairy tail, everything good and pure and sweet going on inside the cream coloured door. He stayed silent for a moment, laying in the seat. The sounds of the New York capital swirled around him, reigning in homesickness and longing. Ty could smell the exhaust fumes from Quinn’s car mingling with the other vehicles. The sky was a pretty lavender, twilight closing in upon them like an ending to a chapter of a book. Fireflies had started to come out, twinkling in the late night air, their glow lighting up both his face and Quinn’s. Tibs got out of the car and placed his feet on the sidewalk, getting used to how solid the cement was. There wasn’t really any at camp, more just mushy, bouncy forest floor that threw off his balance when training. After over a year at camp, Tiberius could say he preferred city over country. It was a lot less work to get the things you needed in the city, and over the year the demigod had grown deaf to the noises of swears and car honks and just everything the city had to offer. Camp was too quiet, like there was something going wrong in the dead of night. “Wow, nice house,” Tibs said, stretching. 


He let Quinn just stare at her home for a while, because this trip was really all about her and Tiberius was just a passenger. She was being generous just letting him come and talk to her mom, because he’d no previous conversation with her, no reason to barge into their lives like a stranger. So Ty checked his face in the mirror as the light was sucked out of the sky by an invisible vacuum on the other side of the big wide world. His bed head wasn’t too terribly bad, just a few chunks stuck out, and it gave Ty a rugged look that he thought looked good on him. For the first time in a week, Tibs actually looked well rested, which was odd because he had slept inside a car for not even two hours and probably snored. Ty knew that he snored, he’d been informed of it by his siblings most mornings, and he wondered what Quinn thought of it. Knowing her, she probably laughed at him. His melted silver eyes look soft and warm, not harsh metal as he had once thought. His high cheekbones were shadowed well in the evening light. All in all, Tiberius Winters looked presentable to meet someone’s mother, and his appearance calmed him down some. Turning back to Quinn, he stood up tall with his chin held high and a nice smile on his face. “I presumed I snored?” Tibs asked her.


There was a long wait of silence as Ty watched Quinn. He wasn’t sure what he should do, whether she needed comfort or a snarky comment he didn’t know, and he really didn’t want to mess this up. “Most people would take that as a good sign. Now go on, get in there and hug or whatever normal families do.” As a Winters, Tiberius was not born into a normal family, and it wasn’t just because of his lineage to the gods of mount olympus. His father was more cold hearted than his oldest son, more cruel like a block of unfrozen ice. He never hugged any of them, not even his own wife, who was a kind blonde woman who took Ty in despite not being her kin. The boy had more respect and love for his stepmother than he did Aphrodite, because as far as he was concerned the goddess had only given him good looks and an insanely high metabolism. Although if it weren’t for her and the dangerous, monster sensing blood she’d possessed him with, Ty never would have met Quinn and he never would had been this happy. So, in a way, Tiberius owed Aphrodite so much. 

And then, just as the sun faded behind the skyscrapers of the beautiful city Tibs had once called home and left the two demigods in darkness, there came a loud noise from the trunk of the car, and Ty jumped.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jun 22, 2014 12:00 am



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Quinn glanced over at Tiberius as he woke up, tempted to mention his tendency of snoring. However, she didn't, finding herself too preoccupied with memorizing every detail of her mother's house before the sun fully set below the horizon of skyscrapers. Despite living in the city, Stella Taylors' house seemed to be from a forest, with it's earthy tones and numerous flower beds. The demigod even found her favorite flowers, daffodils, peeking out from beside the wooden steps that led to the porch. Even as she intently studied the home, the girl didn't move a muscle, as if every cell in her body was frozen in time. This was where her mother was. This was home. "It's beautiful," she corrected, not bothering to watch him as he stepped out of the car. For a moment everything was perfect, the fireflies dancing in the sky, the colors splattered out in a random pattern over the once blue sky, and the little red house at the end of the block. She blinked, realizing she had just sat looking at a house for seven minutes.

Stepping out of the car, Quinn nearly snorted at Ty's comment. "Yes, you did, a lot actually," she replied, grabbing her purse from the back seat. "It sounded like something halfway between a drowning turtle and a plane taking off," the demigod added, smiling as she checked her own appearance in the driver's side mirror. Her hair wasn't as curly as the it had been in the morning, but she deemed herself presentable. "I wouldn't know much about normal families," she muttered with a smile. After applying a coat of chap stick, she inhaled, ready to lead Tiberius into her mother's home. Her home. Or at least she was, when she heard a loud hiss from the back of Stacy. "Shit! The cat - " Quinn exclaimed, jogging over to the trunk and opening it. A soft grey tabby leaped out into the demigod's arms, meowing angrily at the girl. (it probably translated to something like; "you're such an idiot i hate cars almost as much as i hate you") The cat didn't appear damaged, it had been well fed and decently taken care of (most of the time). However, it's psychological damage couldn't be spoken for.

"Susan? How in the hell did you - ?" Quinn muttered as she shut the trunk with her elbow, walking in Ty's direction. She would've continued questioning the cat's sanity, but she heard the front door open. Her brown eyes flicked up and met that of the same color, only darker and wiser. Stella Taylors looked similar to her daughter, only with cinnamon colored hair and a smaller frame. Her smile was a near perfect replica of Quinn's, and it was clearly visible through the soft darkness. "Mom," she breathed, shoving the cat into Ty's arms. "Hold her," the demigod muttered as she sprinted into her mother's embrace. The two of them met in an explosion of contact and soft sobs, Stella running a hand through her daughter's hair. "Quinn, oh honey I've missed you," could be heard over the sound of sniffles and Susan's hissing.

The mother - daughter bonding moment lasted only a few more seconds before the two forms detached, leaving Quinn beaming and her mother wiping away stray tears. "Mom, this it Tiberius, he's my - uh - " she broke off, but it wasn't more than a second before Stella picked the conversation back up. "Oh! You must be the friend Quinn's told me about!" the woman declared, walking over to meet him.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jun 22, 2014 11:48 am

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Ty laughed as Quinn commented on his snoring. “Very descriptive of you. You could literally be the next Oscar Wilde with that kind of mind.” He retorted, although he wasn’t all to sure she’d get the reference. Wilde was one of his favourite authors, even though he’d only published one novel. Dorian Grey was surely a weird book for Tiberius to be reading, because even though both boys were pretty, Dorian would go through so much lengths to keep the handsomeness he’d possessed as a young adult. Tibs, on the other hand, could care less if his youth faded. It was more of a curse than a blessing to him, because it had gained him such ridicule from his father over the years. Tiberius knew that Bradley Winters was constantly tortured whenever he looked at his eldest sons face because he was reminded of Aphrodite. It was because of that reason that father could never look son straight in the eye and hold a conversation. As a child, Ty always thought he’d done something wrong because Bradley always ignored him, and even when the boy tried to fix their relationship the man refused to change his ways. It truly was heartbreaking, and it made the chess player sad, almost to the point where it made his dashing smile falter, but not quite. Tiberius Winters had an image to maintain, and nothing could tarnish it. 

The banging from the trunk turned out to be a cat, and as Quinn brought out the small grey feline, Ty felt a rush of emotions. Anger, love, worry. The boy cared for cats more than he cared about most people, even though he never had one as a child. Gabriel was allergic to those kinds of pets, and they probably all would have stopped feeding it except for Tiberius. “You had a cat in the trunk? Gods Quinn, do you even know how dangerous that is? It could have been dead, it’s probably scared to death and half starved. When was the last time you fed it? You named is Susan? What kind of a name is that?” He started walking toward the pair, arms extended to take the cat and make sure it was okay. All the while he was still ranting about the kitten and how sorry he was for its mistreatment. Quinn handed him the cat as her mother walked out, and Ty took it in his arms, stroking the top of Susan’s head softly, saying things like ‘Shh, it’s okay. She can’t hurt you now.’ and ‘Tiberius has got you, you’re going to be fine.’ Later, perhaps in a more private setting, he would take to Quinn about her treatment of her pets and that arrangements would have to be made even if it was her cat. 

Now, however, was not the time. The skinny boy watched as mother and daughter embraced, and felt an ache in his heart, a sort of longing. The only person in his family that hugged him was Charlotte, and even then those were rare. People who were part of the Winters clan were not in the slightest way affectionate, and the only reason why Ty was different was because of his mother. Sometimes, yes, it did hurt to see parents and children hug after a long period of not seeing each other because that would never happen to him, no matter how hard he wished it to be so. He smiled sadly at the sight of Quinn and her mother, still stroking the cat which had stopped angrily hissing and was now purring contently, kneading it’s paws in the soft material of Tibs’ sweater. When they broke apart and Quinn introduced him, the boy was put off guard and took half a step towards Mrs. Taylors to meet her, Susan still in one arm. Ty stuck out the other arm for a handshake. “Tiberius Winters, yes ma’am. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Ty said. He wanted to say ‘Your daughter abuses cats, did you know that?’ but he refrained, knowing that this wasn’t the time to embarrass her. “This is a lovely home you have.” Tibs said instead, smiling.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jun 22, 2014 1:12 pm



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Quinn smiled as he laughed on her snoring comment. "I am ever so creative, didn't you know?" she asked, her eyes twinkling in the porch light. The demigod didn't know who Oscar Wilde was, but guessed he was an author of some sort. Whatever sort he was didn't really matter to her. What mattered to her was getting a firm hold on her mother once more. However, that was paused when she had to get a cat out from the trunk. Now, I know, having a cat in the trunk? That sounds mental. Quinn had thought it was in Susan's best interest to bring her along on the trip so that she wouldn't be abused at camp. Then again, maybe the trunk wasn't the wisest place to put said living creature. She expected Ty's rant session before she heard it, and tried to prevent herself from rolling her eyes as he spoke. When he criticized her name choice, the girl frowned for a split second. She had named it such because of him, actually. Quinn knew that his brothers and sisters had formal names, and Susan sounded decently formal to her. She had thought he would like it. "I don't know, she's fine. Shut up," the demigod spat, just before her mother came out from the fairytale house.

Stella smelled like oranges and vanilla as Quinn hugged her, the contact feeling proper and absolute, as if they would never be separated again.  The girl felt like she needed to be on her best behavior for her mother, a fake behavior. She swore that she wouldn't slip back into old habits, but she couldn't let her mother see her for who she really was either. Fire could be many things,like warm, entertaining, or deadly. The demigod didn't consider her mother truly ready to know all of that yet. Her golden brown eyes flicked over to the other two people, watching Tiberius formally introduce himself with a cat in one arm. "It is great to meet you," Stella agreed, shaking the boy's hand swiftly. "I'm sure you kids are starving, how about you bring in your bags and we can eat? I have someone for you to meet!" the woman explained, the bright smile never leaving her face. She snuck back into the house, turning on all the lights inside, making it seem like the home glowed.

"I'll let her inside," Quinn said softly, taking the now hissing cat from Ty once more. Susan dug her claws into the girl's skin, trying to evade her grasp. "She'll be fine with my mom." Jogging up on the porch, she opened the door a crack to let the grey cat inside. The demigod took a second to survey the area before her eyes stopped on something. A shadow. A man's shadow. Gasping, she backed up slowly, silenced by a hasty realization. Her mother had someone else. She had moved on from Apollo. Quinn didn't speak as she opened the trunk and grabbed her peach colored suitcase (which had a few scratches, most likely from Susan's rage). Her eyes were wide as she did so, her breathing suddenly shallow. "Damn," she muttered, leaning against the red exterior of Stacy. "There's another person in there - a man." Quinn said softly, turning to Ty for any suggestion or comment. Suddenly the fairytale house seemed more like a nightmare; cold, dark and dangerous.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jun 22, 2014 4:20 pm

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Tiberius didn’t realise how hungry he was until the mention of food was brought up. He hadn’t eaten anything all day except for half an apple he had grabbed at 4:30 this morning while packing. Needless to say he was ravenous, and he never thought to ask Quinn if she’d brought snacks along for the trip. So he eagerly went up to the two girls after getting his bag from the back of Stacy, all the while being a perfect gentlemen about  it. He knew Quinn probably thought he was acting more strange than ever, but it was only because Ty was raised this way. He had to be a passive person in someone else’s home, quiet and proper and perfect like his father had taught him. It had been worse at home, as they had practiced doing this almost everyday, and so their loft was always deathly quiet. In retrospect, Quinn’s house seemed full of life, and Tibs still saw it as a fairytale he’d want to live in. Quinn was lucky to have a mother like this, and she was also lucky to have a cat that didn’t murder her (Although Ty might have to murder her himself, the treatment of leaving it in the trunk was completely unacceptable). “Oh yeah, Susan’s fine. Sure she is. Please, remind me, because it has seemed to slip my idiotic mind, but your definition of fine would be?” Tiberius said in a hushed voice, but nonetheless sparking with coldness and attitude. Immediately his features softened. “I apologise, I don’t actually mean that. I, uh, yeah, sorry.” He finished lamely, not really wanting to drag on about how he cared for the feline he’d only known for not even five minutes. The heart inside Tiberius could handle people dying before his eyes, but it couldn’t handle little kittens being locked up in a trunk of a car for two hours. 

“Yes, sounds lovely, Mrs. Taylors. Thank you.” Tiberius said, smiling warmly. Quinn took away Susan from his arms and the cat when from purring to hissing, and Ty had to repress a laugh, although an ever bigger grin showed. He’d never thought his friend as the animal type, per say. Tibs didn’t actually think Quinn as a pet lover, but for a cat to absolutely hate her guts was quite amusing to the young chess player. He knew there was a soft side to fire that could warm your chilly bones, and Ty thought that had side of her would show towards Susan, at least a little bit. Maybe, if Quinn and Susan had time to reconnect and sit with each other, the cat wouldn’t try and scratch her pretty brown eyes out. If it did, Tiberius would stop it because he really did like Quinn’s eye colour. Even so, he sounded let down when Susan was taken from him. “No, wait, don’t…” Ty said, frowning as the cat ran into the house.

As Quinn went to get her bag, Tibs looked through the windows of the house and saw a man. He didn’t say anything because A) this wasn’t his life, he had no right to question what went inside those walls and B) Ty didn’t really care, but he knew that Quinn had never mentioned a stepfather or a boyfriend for her mother in the months he had known her. But he never really pried in her personal life, because some histories didn’t have a fairy tale ending like Snow White’s did, so this man could have been here for Quinn’s whole life and Ty would never know. And then Quinn saw the man and cursed. Tiberius sensed this as not a good sign and placed his bag on the sidewalk, casually walking over to her and Stacy. He leaned against the car with her, as if they did this every night. “You okay?” He asked softly, grey eyes searching her face. “Yes, that’s a man, you are correct in saying that. And I’m probably correct in saying that you don’t know him? Quinn, come on, let’s just go inside the house and we can go into a bedroom and unpack and talk, okay?"
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jun 22, 2014 8:03 pm



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The demigod exhaled as he began lecturing her on her slim description of 'fine' and her lack of compassion towards felines. She shot him a look as he apologized, noting the sudden change in his voice. Quinn raised and eyebrow at Tiberius' actions as they unpacked Stacy, finding them stranger than usual. The casual atmosphere that had leaked into the red Malibu seemed to vanish as soon as she opened the door. "Yeah, I get it," she muttered, shaking her head. So maybe she hadn't thought through the whole 'putting cat in trunk' idea, but she never meant Susan any harm. Honestly, Quinn wouldn't be that shocked she learned that her cat was conspiring against her. The thing hadn't ever seemed to like her, and it always tried to keep her up at late hours.

Ty's manners were absolute, there was no doubt about that. She knew that her mother would love him. She already did. Oops. Blinking, the girl ran a hand through her hair, looking out at the green grass as it glistened with the setting dew. She let her suitcase sit upright, but it toppled down to the cement driveway. The demigod didn't even look down at it, she simply exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. She crossed her arms as Tiberius walked over, leaning against Stacy with her. Her brown eyes didn't dare meet his, knowing she would melt into a puddle of useless emotions if she did. Her mother was happy she was here, excited to introduce her to this man. What right did she have to take that happiness away? "I'm fine," she replied stiffly. "Not the fine like, Susan fine, but like, I'm actually okay," Quinn added, pressing her lips together. She exhaled once more, placing a hand on Ty's arm as she turned to him. "Honest, anyways, let's go meet this guy and eat. I don't know about you, but I'm starving," she said with a widening smile. The demigod could feel her hunger due to her lack of snacking before their trip over.

Her hand slipped down to his as she tugged him along, up into the previously magical house.  Stella met them there, instructing them to take off their shoes gave them directions to the guest room, which consisted of the entirety of the basement. Quinn had let go of his hand by then, of course. She didn't need her mother thinking things. "Just come up once you're ready!" the woman said with a warm smile. Letting her shoes slip off her feet, the demigod felt the coolness of hardwood on her toes. It was almost cold, which reminded her of the surprise her mother had promised her. Acid seemed to pool in her stomach as she passed by soft yellow walls sprinkled with artwork and achievements, none of them belonging to her. Just before she reached the basement, Quinn sighed, coming to the realization that this wasn't her house. It was her mother's.

The steps down to the basement were sturdy and covered in tan carpet, leading to the still carpet covered floor and cream colored walls. A few small windows let moonlight stream from above. A television was positioned on the wall, parallel to a chocolate colored couch. Overall the room appeared empty and uninhabited, even the bookshelf filled with books and boardgames didn't make it seem welcoming. "I'm guessing the couch turns into a bed?" she said aloud, setting her suitcase up against the wall. The demigod shuffled over to it, ridding it of the plush cushions to expose a black handle. Quinn grasped the handle and tugged, but the bed didn't move an inch. "Wanna give me a hand?" she asked, grunting each time she gave a yank on the metal.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jun 22, 2014 11:53 pm

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Sometimes, Tiberius wished he could be like Quinn, brave and amazing, all the qualities of fire wrapped into a golden haired, brown eyed beauty. Like fire, she burned with a bright intensity that seemed to burn off any emotion she might have felt, and Ty could tell she was holding back. How could he not? She was the first face this face he saw at camp that he cared about and studied. So it wasn’t that strange that he knew when she was hiding her emotions from people. Of course, Tibs couldn’t blame her this time. He blamed her a lot of times, because he felt like he didn’t matter to her. Most of the time the chess player felt unwanted by the popular girl, like she was mildly embarrassed by his actions. Yes, that was the case sometimes, but not this time. Tiberius didn’t know what it was, but he knew it wasn’t him for once. Still, he wanted to tell her that it was okay if she wasn’t okay, that she could actually come and talk to him in private and not worry about what others might think because really, who was Ty going to tell? He literally had no other friends that he could gossip to. “It’s nice to know you’re doing better than Susan,” He said softly as she took his arm. Ty was sure that her mother hadn’t heard a word of this conversation, and he’d keep it that way, for his sake and Quinn’s. “because honestly I don’t know if that cat is going to be okay, and I kinda want you to be okay.” She wouldn’t look him in the eyes for what ever reason, and Tibs didn’t want to do anything to make her mad at him, and so he refrained from tipping her chin up and having her look at him or hugging her. With a small, almost painful nod, Ty slipped his arm out of Quinn’s hand. “Yeah, whatever you want to do Quinn. Your wish is my command.” Then he smiled as she smiled.

As they went up to the house, Tibs felt Quinn hold his hand again, which was strange because she normally never did that. A long time ago, probably around the time of their fight/breakup, whatever you wanted to call it, Ty had learned not to be overly affectionate towards her. So he never made the first step in the relationship, which was quite odd for him. All his life he’d been taught that men made the choice to whether or not the relationship should go full speed ahead or come to a screeching halt. This girl was changing everything that Tiberius Winter believed, and he wouldn’t change that for all the chess opponents and feather pens in the world. The contact was brief and short, ending before they came to Mrs. Taylors again. Ty merely nodded at her instructions, giving a short sweet smile and a muted ’thank you' her way before following Quinn to the basement. He was grateful for all she was doing for him, he was, but Tibs was more concerned with his friend and how she was handling mother’s new boyfriend. 

“I’m guessing that too,” Tiberius said once he reached the basement. Almost immediately he walked over to the bookshelf as Quinn did whatever she needed to do. The books that occupied the Taylors’ residence were not books that Ty would have chosen for his own home, but he ran his fingers along spines of the thick volumes anyways. The only thing that could have made this room even better was a chess board, but he wasn’t going to search around for one. Anyways, if he played chess he’d become antisocial, retreating to his mind for a couple of hours, and he didn’t think Quinn would appreciate that, so he thought it best if he took a break from the game for a couple of days, just until he got back from camp. When Quinn spoke again, Ty turned to her. “Oh, uh yeah, sure. Move, I got it.” With one tug on the black handle, the bed sprung out of the couch, and Tiberius smiled, triumphant.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Jun 23, 2014 1:05 pm



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Quinn wished she had the ability to understand why people did certain things, or how people worked. She barely understood how she functioned on a daily basis, much less the people around her. The demigod didn't have time for things like that. Why figure someone out when you could do anything else? Quinn had always been convinced she could be anything she wanted to, loud or dramatic, or amazingly untouchable by mortal standards. No matter how untouchable she was, the girl still needed someone to take her back to Earth. Tiberius was excellent at that. He was her rock, the thing that kept her standing when he rest of the world fell apart. Of course, she'd never tell him that.  Her adoration towards the chess player could never be spoke aloud, her fear of concistency was too great. Quinn simply had to hope he understood that much. As he replied, the girl smiled."I'm sure she'll be okay. I'm okay," she insisted. The last thing she needed was him worrying about her, even though she knew he probably would. That was in his nature, to be so caring and soft. Sometimes she wished she could do half as much for him as he did for her.

Part of the demigod was ashamed she let go of his hand so quickly, but the other part didn't want to give her mother a reason to doubt her. Stella Taylors hadn't ever been one to pry in her daughter's personal life, but she still wanted to cover her tracks. There was no room for error. Quinn had to make her mother care for her again. She wanted to be important, to have her picture up on a wall at least once in this fairytale house. She wanted to be remembered and missed. Feeling nonexistent or replaced wasn't exactly how she wanted to be pictures while walking back into her mother's life.

She watched Ty walk past her, predictably heading himself over to the bookshelf, where reading materials and board games collided. Quinn would've joined him if it hadn't been for the couch's inability to transform into a bed. She tried and tired, about seven times before she became discouraged with the rickety piece of furniture. Stepping back, she watched him easily spring the mattress out from the frame, creating a bed. "Oh, thanks," she muttered softly. "I'll have to ask her for sheets and things," Quinn stated, running a hand through her blonde hair. "You don't mind sharing a bed, right?" she questioned, crossing her arms as she looked up into his grey eyes. A almost teasing smile played across her lips as she continued to look across his face for a reaction.  
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:00 pm

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The spawn of Aphrodite didn’t get out as much as other children his age. Granted, it was because of his father. Bradley didn’t like the public schools, and he didn’t trust private schools to get his son ahead in life, and so Ty was homeschooled from age 4 to the time he went to camp. It wasn’t even normal school, more like Manners, Chess Playing, and Calligraphy 101. Tibs did know how to do math and read and write obviously, Lucy had taught him that. Even though he was homeschooled, he never actually went to the homeschooling events that were set up for kids like him to get out more and become social. Bradley didn’t like kids Ty’s age, thinking they were idiots and unruly and just overall not the type of people he wanted to make a lasting impression on his children. Tiberius could respect that, except for the fact that once he had tried to go and make friends, his father had refused and had almost basically locked Ty up in his room for three hours. The boy didn’t dare try escaping, even though he had memorised the entire city of Albany by heart and could probably navigate just fine on his own. So never, in his short and dangerous life, had Tiberius had anything close to a sleep over. His siblings each got their own rooms, even though Lottie’s and Gabe’s were connected because they were twins. He’d never had to share a bed with anyone and frankly, the idea of sharing it with Quinn freaked him out a little. 

“Umm,” Ty said softly, trying his best to answer this without screaming his head off or upsetting Quinn. He didn’t want to make a scene, that was all, and if she had proposed this idea at camp he’d’ve started ranting and screaming all throughout the grounds until his throat was sore. “Shouldn’t you have your own room? I have my own room. It is a wonderful bedroom, and I don’t share it with anyone.” Tibs didn’t exactly know what he was trying to accomplish by dancing around the question like it was fragile eggshells. It was probably his way of saying I am really not comfortable with this idea. “What happens if your mother walks in? Wouldn’t she think some unwanted thoughts? I mean, come on, to err is human and she’s a human so she’s going to probably think some incorrect thoughts about us.” His voice was getting quieter and quieter, as if he was lulling a child to sleep and didn’t want to wake it. “Je crois même que certaines pensées incorrectes sur nous ...” The last sentence in french was barely over a whisper, he wasn’t even sure if Quinn heard it and he hoped she didn’t. Shaking his head and running his hands through his hair, Ty sat on the bare mattress. Come on, Winters, this is sleeping arrangements, not diffusing a bomb or rocket science. 

For a couple more minutes, the boy weighed his options, wishing Susan was in his lap to distract him and calm his nerves. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Quinn, he did completely. He’d even go so far as to say he trusted her with his life, and on one occasion he almost had and it almost got the both of them killed. Tibs looked at Quinn and saw her smile mischievously at him, like she knew she was getting to him. Ty couldn’t help but blush in the heat of the moment, and being as pale as the moon didn’t help hide the colour. Finally flustered he said extremely fast; “Okay fine yes if that’s what you want to do I’ll do it let’s just go to dinner now please where in the world is Susan?"
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Jun 23, 2014 11:24 pm



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Quinn heard footsteps above the basement, two distinctly different pairs of shoes sliding across hardwood. She guess her mother's to be the lighter pair, that made softer noises and moved quicker. He-who-hasn't-been-named was the other, slower and heavier pair. The two pairs of footsteps always seemed a little too close together, making the girl clench her fists with distaste. If that man laid a single unwanted hand on her mother... gods help him. The demigod had a natural tendency to be selfish over people. Her mother couldn't possibly have someone else in her life, right? Quinn often got so caught up in herself that she was immune to the problems or worries of others. Or she chose to ignore them, whichever. Quinn Taylors simply liked to have things done her way, and she never saw the problem in that. In that moment in time, she preferred not to have to sleep by herself in a new place. Plus, the basement was chilly, and she was a horrible sleeper when it was cold.

Watching Tiberius freak out over a simple question shouldn't have been nearly as amusing as it was to Quinn. She hadn't thought it difficult, either he was fine with it or he wasn't. The demigod was far more comfortable with the idea than Ty appeared to be, as he placed himself on the worn mattress. "Everyone has their own bed at camp," she replied casually, running a hand through her hair. Her tone sounded as if she was consoling a child, (something you would never want Quinn Taylors to do) as she pictured two people sleeping together as an average event. She wasn't afraid of contact, she simply used it when necessary or when she wanted it. And right now, she wouldn't mind it. The girl exhaled as he continued mumbling, plopping herself down next to him, unable to translate what he was saying under his breath. "Ty, I'm pretty sure my mom has other things to deal with," Quinn replied bitterly, her tone suggesting something was going on between the mystery man and her mother. She already hated the man, and her stubbornness would continue to cloud her vision until she felt otherwise, which, knowing Quinn, could be never.

As he caught her mischievous smile, the teenager laughed, watching as his face flushed a bright red, contrasting against his otherwise pale skin. "Great!" she burst brightly, an honest smile now lighting up her facial features. Shortly after her sudden surge of happiness, the demigod's face softened. "You really don't have to if you don't want to," she added, her voice a hesitant whisper. It wasn't like the daughter of Apollo to care, but she dreaded the thought of losing Tiberius Winters, and would prevent it at all cost. The fire was nothing without a spark. She cleared her throat, shuffling as she tried to get up from the sinking coils of the mattress. "We should uh - probably go up and find Susan, and eat," she suggested, rising from the mattress. Just as she did so, a hiss could be heard as Susan came scrambling down the steps, moewing venomously. The furball didn't stop until she was under the couch bed, making threatening noises towards anything that moved. "Found her," Quinn said with a grin. "Kids! Time for supper!" a voice called merrily from upstairs, the sound echoing through the empty basement.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:23 am

 
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Ty tried to stop the blush from creeping up further into his face. He hated blushing, he hated the effect that Quinn had on him that caused him to turn red in the face. Why did she do these kinds of things to him? Probably just to playfully tease, but even so Tibs felt really stupid when he blushed over things like this. It was just sleeping together, nothing more. The boy thought of the same scenario if it was their last night on earth, and if he had one last chance to be with her, would he sleep with her. The answer was yes, without any hesitation on his part. But this wasn’t the apocalypse, and they weren’t going to die. Tiberius just thought this occasion should be saved for something special. He looked at Quinn. “She’s your mother. Isn’t her first thought about you and how to keep you safe?” That’s what mothers were for, to worry and care about you. At least, that’s what Lucy did for Ty. “I’m just saying, this plan isn’t exactly well thought out. There could be complications.” Still, if it was the only way, he’d do it.

When Quinn said great, it wasn’t mischievously, like when Ty gave in her evil plans could go forth. Which made TIbs even more uncomfortable. Did she want to share a bed? Never in a million years did he think that she wanted to be with him. Ty always thought their relationship was built on the fact that they were both stubborn and refused to leave the other alone even though it would be better if they did.  “No.” Tiberius said, shaking his head and finally making up his confused and muddled mind. “I would not want to trouble your mother with other sleeping arrangements. This is fine. Fantastic, actually.” He smiled a reassuring smile, as if everything in the world was good and right and just. The idea of sleeping together was finally settling into Tiberius’ mind as something that was okay to do, and he found that the more he thought about that and the less he thought about all the bad things that could happen if he did, his bright red blush went away. Just in time too, because they had to go to dinner. “Yeah, alright.” Ty agreed as Susan climbed down the steps, hissing up a storm. 

As the cat went under the couch, the young boy bent down, trying to get it to come out. Ty turned to Quinn. “You can go up if you want, I won’t be long. I’m just gonna make sure Susan is okay. Or you could wait for me and we could go up together, I don’t really care.” He put his attention back to Susan, coaxing her out from under the makeshift bed. The cat, though its name was unappealing to Ty, was really beautiful. Grey coat, grey eyes. He smiled as Susan finally came out, a look of distrust in her eyes. Tiberius reached out to stroke it. “Hey it’s okay. Remember me? I’m the one who didn’t lock you up in the trunk.” Soon the cat stopped hissing and started purring, and Ty picked it up and up Susan on the bed. “Okay, I’ve gotta go eat, but maybe if you stay here and are a good kitty, I’ll bring you something back.” With one last stroke on Susan’s soft furry head, Tiberius headed upstairs to dinner.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Tue Jun 24, 2014 1:49 pm



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Quinn continued to smile as he continued to blush, as she found this very amusing. She was used to have this effect on boys, but for Ty the effect always seemed to multiply. The effect gave her a strong sense of pride in her abilities, despite the fact that it may be considered rude and unnecessary. She was many things, and would hate to be defined as a single adjective. Rude. Yes, she was very blunt and ignorant to the feelings of those around her (her feelings included). Charming. On occasion, the girl could be suave and likeable (note, on occasion). Selfish. If you haven't noticed yet, Quinn Taylors has a nasty habit of only thinking about herself and those who she wants to keep close to her. Her stubborn, selfish ways clouded her judgement and left her in a rut most of the time, except when she was with Tiberius. He seemed to guide her out of it, whether he knew that or not, the fact was still true.

At the mention of her mother's priorities, the girl laughed, regretting it soon after. "She hasn't really been my mother for a while, has she?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow as her laughter ceased. Her bitter tone highly contrasted the happy memories that she remembered in the drive to Albany. That was before she knew of this mystery man, before she had been replaced. "You sound like we're going to war, with complications and plans," she commented, shaking her head slowly. Her golden brown eyes had reflected scenes of dead demigods before, complication was not an unknown term to Quinn Taylors. She knew of it, and the destruction it could cause. Sharing a bed with the opposite sex was not a complication.

As Ty agreed, the girl nodded and picked herself up from the bed with a creak of the old mattress. She guessed the sofa wasn't exactly new. As Susan entered, hissing once more, Quinn was more than ready to leave. She wouldn't be surprised if she woke up to the cat trying to rip her to shreds. "Okay, I'll be upstairs," she called, already halfway up to the next level. When she pushed open the door, the smell of roast beef and mashed potatoes wafted around her, making her stomach growl. The demigod followed along yellow walls, past the living room to the dining area, which was perpendicular to the kitchen. Her eyes couldn't spot the food, but oh she could smell it. Stella stepped into the room, a smile still plastered on her face. "Is Tiberius alright?" she asked, placing down silverware near each plate. "He's coming," Quinn replied softly, backing up from the table. She never felt the need to stray away from people, especially not her mother. However, this was dangerous territory, unstable ground. She had to tread lightly.

"Well, let me introduce you to someone very special to me," Stella said warmly, her voice a kind of sickly sweet. "Aren't I special to you?" Quinn thought bitterly, trying to keep a steady face. A man stepped into the room, standing at least eight inches taller than her mother's small 5'4" form. His face was warm, and his blue eyes kind, but she refused to trust them. "Hello, Quinn, I'm Matthew Burke," he said, extending a hand for the girl to shake. If this wasn't her mother's boyfriend, the demigod would've judo flipped him. Putting on her best fake smile, the girl replied,"Nice to meet you, Mr. Burke." She shook his hand, finding it to be cold as ice. "She's even more beautiful than you described," Matthew commented, smiling down at Stella. The daughter of Apollo continued to smile, hoping Tiberius would get up soon, before she stabbed someone with a fork.   
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:03 pm

 
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Ty walked up the steps towards dinner, wondering what he was doing here. He knew his initial purpose, because Quinn had asked more than once, and he’d do anything for her (even kill a man, if it came down to it) if it meant her happiness and well being. But other than that and the fact that Tibs was hopelessly head over heels for Apollo’s daughter and followed her around like a lovesick puppy, it made no sense whatsoever why he was here. Tiberius Winters was not, under any circumstances, a family man. He leaned everything he knew from Bradley, who’d avoided his kids as much as possible, but mostly Ty. His father was a coward, and so was his eldest son. Quinn had a family, and Ty didn’t know how to act normally around them. He was always going to be a stranger to everybody. Still, the skinny demigod went into the dining room without too much difficulty. It was weird trying to learn a new house and not having somebody guide you around, and Tibs wished Quinn had stayed with him so he didn’t look like a fool, but that couldn’t be helped, both the staying and the fool part. “I’m here.” Ty announced just as Quinn said he was coming. 

The smells of dinner were really pleasant, and Tiberius, being a typical teenage boy with extremely poor eating habits but extremely good posture, was starving. However, he wasn’t going to just dig in before everybody else. His younger brothers would probably do that, but certainly not a sophisticated person such as himself. When Mr. Burke said something about Quinn’s beauty, Ty wanted to voice his agreement, and was about too, but stopped himself. For one, Tiberius knew that Quinn knew she was beautiful, and they weren’t exactly in the stage of their relationship where they could openly say those things to each other. Plus, Tibs didn’t think that Quinn wanted  Mr. Burke to say that too her, and he couldn’t blame her. If someone lady had started dating Bradley when Ty was this age, he wouldn’t like her to talk to him and barge in like she owned the place either, no matter how charming she seemed to be. 

“Well,” Tiberius said cheerily, though not overly so. He smiled brightly, as if everything about to night was perfect, but it really wasn’t. In a few short hours, he’d be sleeping in the same bed as his best friend, and he was nervous about it. But he tried not to dwell on the fact for very long. “should we sit down and eat?” He asked, pulling out a chair for Quinn to sit in. This wasn’t his house, and Ty should not be acting like these people where his guests, when the roles were reversed, but he couldn’t help it. It was like his mind was programmed to do nice, gentlemen like things on impulse without realising where he was and if it was appropriate or not to do so. “This food looks lovely, Mrs. Taylors, thank you.” And then Tiberius sat down in the chair that was besides Quinn’s, watching her very carefully. If Ty knew his best friend, actually knew her, then right now she would have been a very dangerous person for people to be around, and he didn’t want anybody getting killed tonight.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Wed Jun 25, 2014 11:38 pm



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Quinn looked around the dining room, its warm yellow walls seemingly mocking her as she stood alone, faced against two opponents she couldn't beat. The china cabinet in the corner stood tall and proud, displaying white, untouched dishware that would never be used. At least, the demigod didn't think it would. The cabinet didn't belong, just like her. However, the china cabinet's regal wooden exterior looked much more impressive than Quinn felt. She turned as Tiberius entered, a soft smile floating on her lips as he entered. At least she wouldn't be facing the monsters alone. Facing her mother once more, the snake like demon she guessed to be Stella's boyfriend entered.

His hairline seemed to perfect, his smile just as faked as her's, and his grip chilling as a winter wind. After his comment, or compliment, she stiffened her jawline, becoming tense as she clenched and unclenched her fists. Stella laughed at her boyfriend, patting his arm as she did so. The acid in Quinn's stomach returned, making her desire to eat slim as she heard Ty suggest they begin dinner. Exhaling, she shifted her gaze to the table, watching as steam curled from the mashed potatoes and the scent of roast floated around the room. "That's a lovely idea, Tiberius," Stella replied, tugging on Matthew's wrist to sit down next to her. The demigod quickly shuffled to the open chair Ty had pulled out for her, briefly grabbing his wrist and staring at him, searching his eyes for anything, anything to help the anxiety pooling in her gut. "I'm afraid I can't take all the credit, I just made dessert. Matthew, actually, made our dinner tonight," Stella added. "He's the best cook." Quinn looked up from her lap to the food as it was passed around on a pale colored plate.

She took it hesitantly from Matthew, flicking her golden brown eyes up at his blue ones for a moment, her hands shaking slightly. The demigod passed it then to Ty. After all the food had been passed around, she didn't have much on her plate, especially considering she had a granola bar for lunch. "Quinn, dear? You haven't spoken much, that isn't like you," Stella said, meeting her daughter's gaze for a moment. Quinn wanted to believe that her mother cared, she really did. However, she couldn't afford to believe it. "I'm just a little tired from tr-" The demigod stopped herself, looking from Tibs to Matthew. "Track practice," she finished, reaching for a drink from her water glass. Her mother's boyfriend couldn't know all she was capable of. As much as she would enjoy displaying how she was trained for combat, killing someone wasn't what she planned to do on this vacation. "Track? What school do you run for?" Matthew asked, causing Quinn to clench her fist under the table. She could lie easily, but the idea of lying in her mother's house didn't sit well in her stomach. Actually, nothing was sitting well with her.

She poked at her roast beef as she pondered an answer, looking from her mother to her food. "Oh, a school in Manhattan, you probably wouldn't know where it is," Quinn replied casually, smiling as she took another sip from her water. "But we're really good, like, dangerously good," she continued as she loaded her fork up with mashed potatoes. Matthew chuckled, a deep dark kind of laugh that made the demigod uncomfortable. "You're confidence is admirable," he responded, a smirk curving at the corner of his lips. He turned to Tiberius as he cleared his throat. "What about you, young man, what is it that you do?" he questioned. Quinn blinked over at her best friend, hoping he would follow in her charade.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Thu Jun 26, 2014 11:57 pm

 
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“Well, I’m sure it will be amazing anyways, whoever cooked it.” Tiberius smiled as he just looked around the table as he served himself food, monitoring the people around him. No one had asked him any questions about his life or anything yet, and so he stayed silent. This was Quinn’s night, and he wouldn’t ruin it for her, even if she did feel uneasy about meeting her mother’s new boyfriend. Honestly, Ty didn’t see what was so bad about Mr. Burke. He seemed like a nice guy, not at all the type that would kidnap children (and Tibs would know, he’d been kidnapped before, but no one but his parents and Charlotte knew that). But then again, he wasn’t attached to Mrs. Taylors like Quinn was, so he wouldn’t know. He sat quietly at the table like a good boy, his posture impeccable and perfect. Ty knew that he didn’t have to act on his best behaviour for Quinn, but he needed to be liked by her mother for whatever reason, like this was like life or death for him. Tiberius took the pale plate from her, putting his thin, cool fingers on her shaking hand as if to tell her it was okay, that everything was going to be fine though brief contact before putting a small amount on his plate. Sure, he was starving, and compared to Quinn’s amount of food it was a feast fit for a king, but he didn’t want to overload himself with things he didn’t eat and then seem ungrateful to Mr. Burke and Mrs. Taylors. He’d’ve taken more to sacrifice to the gods and goddess, but he didn’t think that the adults in the room knew a lot about greek mythology, or not enough to consider putting perfectly good food into fire as normal. Tibs didn’t even think it was normal when he first came to camp, so he didn’t blame them. 

So there the chess master sat, quietly chewing on his meat and mash potatoes as Quinn and the adults talked. He wondered how this was going to play out, whether the storm would pass without any damage, or if a hurricane came and smashed everything to pieces. If a big thing was going to play out, Tibs wanted to be fully concentrated on stopping that. It felt like his job, stopping every bad thing that Quinn was going to do or about to do, when she had made it fully clear time and time again she didn’t need protecting. Well, Tiberius Winters didn’t listen to her. Behind closed doors and drawn curtains, he worried about her and what she was up too. Usually it lead to sleepless nights pacing back and forth, trying to figure out how to save her from herself. Sometimes it seemed hopeless, but Ty never gave up because he loved Quinn, and he hoped she loved him back enough to let him help her when the time came. The boy stopped mid bringing his fork to his mouth, which was laden with food, when Quinn faltered on her question. 

They both knew that revealing the demigod world was dangerous to mortals, and although Tiberius had complete faith that Quinn could handle this like an adult and hide their true lives, he still worried that Mrs. Taylors might not believe her daughter. There was always that doubt in his mind, like a nagging maggot in his brain, that something was going to go wrong. But his worries proved to be useless once again as Quinn talked about a school in Manhattan (that was fake, obviously, because Tibs would never go to a real school). The boy continued eating until Mr. Burke asked him a question, and by that time Ty was taking a sip of water. He almost choked, surprised that they would even notice him. Didn’t he do a good enough job of keeping his head low and not asking for anything? Ty finished swallowing his water, and slowly put his glass down before speaking, thinking how to best approach this. “Me? I uh, I play on the school’s chess team. Best in my class.” Tiberius kept it short and sweet, because if he didn’t he’d start rambling and something would slip out that would ruin everything. The dinner, the trip, the relationship that he had tried so hard to maintain between Quinn and him. “And, what is it that you do, if I may ask, sir?”
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jul 06, 2014 9:52 pm



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Quinn regretted consuming the food created by her newest enemy. Enemy might be a quick term for most, but the demigod had a habit of holding things against people in a matter of seconds. For being so 'resilient' and 'uncompassionate', she took things personally, especially when said enemy was close to her mother. She was more concerned for those she was close to, and felt the need to protect. If necessary, she would do anything for them. And if that involved displaying her butterfly knife to Mr. Burke's forearm, so be it. The weapon was currently stationed inside her jean pocket, appearing as a chapstick case to the average person. The short term contact that Ty and her shared wasn't enough to calm her buzzing nerves, her distaste for an occupied mother too strong for words.

Watching Ty answer the question, she smiled as he nearly choked on his water. She fell for a dork. Her golden brown eyes were focused on him intently, not caring if she made him more nervous than he already was. She exhaled as he followed her lead on a fake school in Manhattan, and talked bout a chess team. Go figure, the chess nut declared himself a champion chess player. She smiled down at her potatoes, hiding her laughter. "He's one of the few that actually play," Quinn added, directing her comment at her mother. Stella smiled warmly, glancing at Matthew as she giggled softly. The glance might not have seemed like much to most, but the girl didn't want her mother sharing happiness with anyone else. The demigod's smile faded slowly as she began cutting up her roast beef into smaller and thinner slices, pushing back her desire to eat, if it was still present. Honestly she wasn't sure about it anymore. She could come up later that night and steal something from the fridge.

Matthew cleared his throat to reply to Tiberius' question. "I'm a professor, young man. Are you familiar with the Haverford School of Sciences?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow at the thin demigod. Quinn scrunched her eyebrows together at the mention of such a professional sounding school, casting a look over at her mother questioningly. Stella Taylors never seemed to be the type to go for professional, highly ranked people. She considered her mother's type to be kind and compassionate, not official and cold. Speaking of cold, there seemed to be a chill in the air, not just from the breeze that was blowing through the open windows. Quinn's gaze flicked around the room, as if searching for the cause of this icy temperature. Goosebumps filed along her skin, tempting her to cross her arms to warm herself.
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