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PostSubject: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Mon Dec 15, 2014 3:47 pm



Tessa Traverse
The split second between taking off your shoes and slipping on skates is terrible. The icy atmosphere slid through her socks relentlessly, and caused a series of shivers to float down her spine. However much of a chill was present, the air soon changed to a warm insulated haven. At home, the ice rinks weren't very warm, but they were when filled with a bunch of pumped up teenage girls. Tessa could remember the scent of the rink mixed with a damp sweat. It wasn't a positive smell, but the sounds that accompanied them could define their success for the night. If there was silence or angry quips, the result probably wasn't great. Occasionally though, screams of triumph would echo through the locker room. Yeah, those were the easy days.

Shuffling onto the ice after getting her skates on was also a difficult feat, but she accomplished it quickly. As soon as  she was on her feet, the demigod was able to slowly circle an area about ten yards wide. Her feet adjusted to the ice easily, as it was smooth and free of any obvious imperfections. Tessa wasn't really admiring the ice though, she was gliding around, gaining speed with every flick of her skate. Now and then she would slow down and abruptly spray snow away with the side of the blades on her feet. The spray would then glittered around in the air for a moment, embedding itself into her raven colored hair. She could have stayed there in her own little world until the sunlight streaked over the clear surface, but she soon noticed a figure approaching the ice covered lake.

She turned towards her best friend and smiled, scanning his note. If this was anyone but Archer, she would've snapped back that she was wearing hockey skates and that they didn't score that sport. But it was Archer, and she was overjoyed to be in his company. Her cheeks were a rosy pink from the exercise and chill as she signed back his name, her breath coming out in white huffs that were gone as soon as they were there. Reading over his second note, Tessa laughed and reached for the pad of paper. 'If that's your only problem in life, you're doing pretty good,' she wrote, her penmanship affected by her mittens. She glanced upwards at him, her brown eyes glistening with childish delight: a true statement of the holidays and Christmas time.

Tessa looked over at Archer, admiring his sense of style for the day. He always dressed so nicely. She would keep that comment to herself though. Before she continued on her note, the girl noticed that his bow tie was crooked. The teenager fixed it and then returned to her note. 'You better skate up then so I can teach you ;)' Tessa returned, handing the pad and pen back to the legacy.
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Wed Dec 17, 2014 2:01 pm



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With steam still slightly covering the mirror in front of him, Archer played with his hair. Seeing as it was very cold outside, the demigod had decided to take a burning hot shower, and the water had actually scalded his skin, however, the boy didn’t mind, because he preferred warm over cold. Even if winter was his favorite season next to fall, that didn’t mean Archer enjoyed having to wear fifty layers of thick fur just to keep from getting frost bite. He was the grandson of Apollo, after all, it wasn’t like him to crave snow and ice like a child of Khione. His hair was being fussy, not wanting to corporate in the humidity and steam. But Archer wasn’t going to go outside where it was cold with his hair unstyled and wet, it wouldn’t happen. It was about 10 in the morning, and Archer had gotten up nice and early to get ready to hangout with Tessa. Tessa, oh Tessa, his best friend. Well, only friend for now, Archer had been too busy nursing a concussion to actually go out and more friends, but he guessed that no matter how many friends he had, Tessa would always rank number one. She actually was trying to learn ASL, which made Archer ecstatic. Not many people would do that for a boy they’d only met the day before. Getting ready was a feat in itself, because he didn’t want to look his nicest because it wasn’t a date, but he didn’t want to look like a slob because he wanted her to think highly of him. 

Finally Archer thought he had the right look after about ten minutes. His light brown hair was in a quiff to the right, held stiff by gel and mousse. If he fell at the ice rink he was meeting Tessa at, Archer would be assured that his hair would stay in his wonderful uplifted fringe. The demigod had never been one for skating, much preferring swimming, which he was actually good at. Well, good as in he wasn’t fatally injured every time he went to the pool, but Archer couldn’t tell what kind of damage he’d manage to get while ice skating. He only hoped that Tessa was as good as she said that she was, but she’d never once given him cause to doubt her abilities. Stepping out of the bathroom, the deaf boy got dressed. Really, if you were to describe Archer’s fashion choice in one word and one word only, it would be hipster. Archer had donned on brown lace up boots that went up to his ankles. Charcoal jeans that were broken into so they fit him perfectly and a light blue button up collared shirt. With that, for accessories, Archer had decided to wear a crimson red bow tie and a brown cardigan to complete the look. Back at home, the populars were just a bunch of Archer wannabes, so they all dressed like hipsters too, so the legacy had a tendency to not be so easily swayed, rather he swayed others. When he walked out the door, Archer was surprised that it was more nippy than cold, which was worse than if it was 20 below and a blizzard was raging outside. When it was like this, the demigod could feel ice burrowing deep in his veins, a day like this made him think that he’d never be warm again. But then Archer remembered Tessa, and what they were going to do today, and so he trudged on through the frozen tundra ground, listening to the leaves crunch beneath his boots.

The only problem with ice skating with Tessa was that Archer didn’t know how to skate. He didn’t even know if there was a special way you had to tie your skates or anything like that. Back home, there wasn’t any interest for ice skating, so no one did it except for famous figure skaters just passing by. It made Archer feel bad, because he knew that Tessa liked to skate and was relatively good at it. She’d probably laugh at him every time he fell down, and even though Archer knew that this was supposed to be a fun, carefree day without any concussions, by the end someone would be in a rotten mood and probably all wet and soggy. Once Archer reached ice frozen lake, he saw Tessa. She was the only one on the rink, skating gracefully like a swan and for a minute Archer just stood there and marveled at his best friend. Tessa really was something different, from the black hairs on her head to her toes. Taking the notebook he’d stored in his pocket out, Archer scribbled something and held it up just as she turned around. On the paper it said ’10.9’ and it could be inferred that he was scoring her on skating. When Tessa reached land again, Archer signed her name and smiled her direction. ‘So… we’ve got a problem.’ he scribbled. ‘I have no freaking idea how to ice skate.’ 


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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Thu Dec 18, 2014 12:40 am



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The split second between taking off your shoes and slipping on skates is terrible. The icy atmosphere slid through her socks relentlessly, and caused a series of shivers to float down her spine. However much of a chill was present, the air soon changed to a warm insulated haven. At home, the ice rinks weren't very warm, but they were when filled with a bunch of pumped up teenage girls. Tessa could remember the scent of the rink mixed with a damp sweat. It wasn't a positive smell, but the sounds that accompanied them could define their success for the night. If there was silence or angry quips, the result probably wasn't great. Occasionally though, screams of triumph would echo through the locker room. Yeah, those were the easy days.

Shuffling onto the ice after getting her skates on was also a difficult feat, but she accomplished it quickly. As soon as  she was on her feet, the demigod was able to slowly circle an area about ten yards wide. Her feet adjusted to the ice easily, as it was smooth and free of any obvious imperfections. Tessa wasn't really admiring the ice though, she was gliding around, gaining speed with every flick of her skate. Now and then she would slow down and abruptly spray snow away with the side of the blades on her feet. The spray would then glittered around in the air for a moment, embedding itself into her raven colored hair. She could have stayed there in her own little world until the sunlight streaked over the clear surface, but she soon noticed a figure approaching the ice covered lake.

She turned towards her best friend and smiled, scanning his note. If this was anyone but Archer, she would've snapped back that she was wearing hockey skates and that they didn't score that sport. But it was Archer, and she was overjoyed to be in his company. Her cheeks were a rosy pink from the exercise and chill as she signed back his name, her breath coming out in white huffs that were gone as soon as they were there. Reading over his second note, Tessa laughed and reached for the pad of paper. 'If that's your only problem in life, you're doing pretty good,' she wrote, her penmanship affected by her mittens. She glanced upwards at him, her brown eyes glistening with childish delight: a true statement of the holidays and Christmas time.

Tessa looked over at Archer, admiring his sense of style for the day. He always dressed so nicely. She would keep that comment to herself though. Before she continued on her note, the girl noticed that his bow tie was crooked. The teenager fixed it and then returned to her note. 'You better skate up then so I can teach you ;)' Tessa returned, handing the pad and pen back to the legacy.
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Sat Dec 20, 2014 12:30 am



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Because of the fact that Apollo was his grandfather, Archer had been gifted with the rare talent of singing. Ever since he was a young boy, he always bolted out the theme song to spongebob in the shower, regardless if he woke up his newborn baby sister. Songs had constantly always been in his heart, and he only got better with age. By age six, the young legacy had been discovered by many people as a music prodigy, and was offered many one way tickets to the limelight. However, both of his parents politely declined, knowing that if Archer was famous it would only draw monster towards him more quickly. But that didn’t stop Archer from singing his little heart out. When he was in 9th grade, the music teacher let him have his first ever solo for the song We Are One from the Disney movie Lion King 2. At first, Archer was nervous, he didn’t know if he could live up to everybody’s expectations of him, and singing wasn’t exactly a popular thing to do in school unless you had a hot girlfriend in chorus. But after a while, he got used to his voice and the fact that for once in his life he had a talent. So he sang on stage and felt free, like he could fly anywhere he wanted to. Singing that one solo made Archer euphoric and his heart beat fast with joy. He had loved that one minute in the spotlight, every single millisecond of it. But after that night, after the standing ovation and praise from all his family, after the months of work and effort he had put into it, that feeling was over. Archer was afraid that he’d never get that feeling of exhilaration like he was on cloud nine again.

That was until today. Seeing Tessa skating on the ice made Archer’s heart flutter again. His best friend was the reason he got up in the morning instead of choosing to sit around and mope about his room. Even if it was something that he couldn’t do, like ice skating, he’d be with Tessa so in the end it was fine. Archer wondered how stupid he’d look out on the ice, and imagined himself to be about as graceful as a penguin on land, slipping and sliding and tripping with every available chance he got. The overall experience was going to be quite embarrassing for him, and probably annoying for Tessa. But somehow, Archer didn’t care about annoying her. Maybe if she was just a tad meaner and more judgmental he would, but she wasn’t and even if she was Tessa had been doing a relatively good job of hiding those negative traits. Archer thought quite highly of her to be honest, and wanted to enjoy some of the things that she did, and if that meant bruises and scrapes and the feeling of perpetual coldness penetrating his layers of clothing for a couple of hours, then he was more than willing to make that sacrifice. As she skated over, Archer started to untie his shoes, knowing he’d have to change into used ice skates that were probably stinky and falling apart at the seams. 

Archer planned to meet Tessa where they met in the middle, and was so intent on getting to her and actually saying a hello to her that he forgot about the mess of his shoelaces on the ground and tripped over them. The legacy fell to the ground and landed on his knees. It was then he realized that Tessa was standing right in front of him. There wasn’t really any way that he could cover up his clumsiness and foolishness, and so Archer got up, brushed the bits of dirt and frost off of his leg pants and smiled, chuckling quietly to himself. While his friend wrote down things in their own private notebook, he mentally berated himself. How stupid was he to walk without his shoes tied? Pretty goddamn stupid. If he’d been a bit warmer and his circulatory system was working properly, Archer probably would have blushed because of the incident. He hit himself on the forehead while Tessa was distracted, and stopped right before she turned around. The demigod smiled at her like nothing was wrong and he hadn’t done anything stupid. Reading her note, he slightly frowned. He knew she was kidding, and he couldn’t really be mad at her, but it still hurt. 

‘In case you forgot, I’m deaf. That’s kind of a problem for me.’ Even after a year of being used to not hearing, this was still a sensitive topic for Archer. Being deaf was a constant reminder of that day, of the explosion, of the horrible way he’d lost both his parents and a baby sister for no added cost. Tessa couldn’t’ve known about all of this — he never told her and hadn’t planned on it for a long while. Really, Archer hadn’t talked about that day to anyone, not even Landon who was there with him that day. Archer didn’t mean for his note to sound snappy and short, but it probably did, and the last thing he needed today was a fight between the two of them when they hadn’t even seen each other for all of five minutes. ‘Sorry. I just…. Forget it. I’m sorry.’ They both stood there in awkward silence, literally. Everything was silence for Archer, but even he could tell when that silence was awkward. 

However, the moment didn’t last long, and Archer found Tessa to be fixing his bow tie the next second. In his haste to get his hair perfect, he’d been a little rushed to get dressed today and hadn’t realized his bow tie was a little crooked. While she fixed it, he lifted his head so she could have a better angle. When Tessa was done, Archer nodded her way, his genuine sign of a thank you. He exhaled and saw white clouds emitting from his mouth, like he was not a demigod, but a wether maker or a cloud pooper. When Tessa gave him instructions, Archer gave a tiny half smile. ‘Yes ma’am, Tessa ma’am.’ And sat down to put skates on, hurrying as he did so. 


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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Sun Dec 21, 2014 10:30 pm



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If you listened closely, you could hear the soft sounds of teenagers singing at the winter carnival. Some of the notes were out of tune and very obvious, but most of the songs were well done and pleasant. At least they would be, if Tessa enjoyed Christmas music. She didn't mind the carols, but the songs were sung so often that the lyrics lost all their meaning. If giving was the real reason for Christmas, why did everyone put their energy towards themselves? The vanity that was infused into the season was the main reason Tessa was a grinch during the holidays. Her only positive? The ice rinks opened, which in turn, gave her a way to effectively expel her anger and control her emotions. It was a bigger deal when she was in her preteen years. Yeah, the demigod used to be quite the bundle of angst.

Her angst seemed to multiply around the holidays, when everyone was either obnoxiously active or depressingly silent. Tessa, on the other hand, could always be somewhere in between, depending on how much trouble she had gotten into at school that particular day. She had preformed quite the escapade of pranks and arguments in her youth and the reasons always seemed to be the same. Attention. Despite how much of it she received from her loving adopted family, she always needed more. She never felt a genuine affection from her parents, no matter the compliments she received from them. Tessa just couldn't trust them, or words from anyone. The chance of being lied to was too great.

She never had to worry about that with Archer, though. He always seemed so genuine and honest, despite the fact that they hadn't ever spoken to each other. Or maybe it was the way he wrote that seemed so pure. Scribbles and all, she enjoyed his company. He wasn't fake like the people she had come to contact with in elementary school. Tessa knew he wouldn't ever lie to her, or do her harm. She doubted he had ever done anyone wrong. She could tell in the way his eyes sparkled, or how he left his bow tie crooked. People often made themselves perfectly clean cut to appeal to others, but that unnerved the demigod. People weren't meant to be perfect. They were meant to fall out of trees and swim late at night for no apparent reason. Tessa figured that if her life was filled with little memories, it would be worth it in the long run, because perfect moments didn't exist. But she had come close a few times, mostly with Archer.

Her brown eyes flicked over to the paper as she read over his paper. Acid seeped into her stomach as she looked at her skates, trying to erase the comment from her mind. The two of them hadn't really offended each other, especially not on purpose, and the slip up shoved Tessa back into her shell. She didn't ask how he lost his hearing, but the demigod figured it was emotionally scarring enough for her avoid the subject. Archer hadn't pried into her personal life, and she didn't plan on doing that to him either. There was an invisible line of respect that most demigods understood, and it wasn't meant to be passed. When he wrote back again, the teenager simply nodded in reply. What was she supposed to say? Hey it's alright I wouldn't want to bring up a horrible past anyways because that could potentially shatter the only friendship I've formed in the last two years. Yeah, that would've been lame.

She enjoyed his bow tie, and didn't mind fixing it. Any chance she had to incorporate her little touches into his life were chances she had to take, just in case he ever though about making other friends. As he got his skates on, Tessa squatted down and rotated, so that she was sitting on the solid ground. Moving anywhere was difficult with ice skates on. Once Archer was skated up, she rose onto the metal blades, offering an arm for support. Tessa hadn't exactly planned on how she would teach him, but how bad could it be?
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Sat Dec 27, 2014 10:45 am



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Archer and Tessa were each other’s teachers. Archer, as a way to express himself and communicate with her better, had been teaching Tessa american sign language for the past few weeks, and she wasn’t half bad at it. Sure, he’d laughed because she’d signed the occasional wrong word or two, but he loved her for it. He loved Tessa with all of her weird quirks and habits, so he couldn’t actually be mad at her for half-offending him. After all, she wouldn’t have guessed what his hearing symbolised for him. It wasn’t a badge of honour or courage, something that he would have told his tiny children that were gathered around the fire, waiting to hear papa’s story of heroic deeds and the time he lost his hearing. It wasn’t like that for Archer. His deafness symbolised cowardice, how he let down the people that he loved and his less-than-perfect punctuality. More often than not the demigod wouldn’t go to sleep during dark hours of dreams and soft blankets. No, instead he’d think about how late he was to everything, especially that day. Archer’s deafness was a chink in the armour, so to speak. If you hit it the boy would surely crumble into dust, and like Humpty Dumpty would be almost nearly impossible to put him back together again. So even though it was unavoidable, Archer tried to go about eau day like he could hear everything properly. The birds were silent to him, but the boy imagined them singing sweet tunes of nature and life. 

As penance for teaching Tessa how to communicate with him, Archer had agreed to let her teach him how to go ice skating. He’d never been before, not even in an indoor rink. His mother, being the daughter of apollo, hadn’t been too keen on the cold, so she didn’t fancy going somewhere that held frozen ice inside of it. In fact, his mom had detested the cold so much that until her son had come to camp, he’d never seen snow except for on t.v. Archer agreed that it was a problem he’d soon rather fix. Plus, he was a child born of adventure and bravery, trying new things was his forte. After all, what didn’t kill him made him stronger. So he laced on his skates, making them so tight he could barely wiggle his toes and feel his feet, however he didn’t want to skates to come flying off and shanking somebody’s head clean off their neck. But it was probably a good thing that there was barely anyone on, so Archer only really had to look out for Tessa and how not to harm her. He took her arm and let her lead him out onto the rink. Where Tessa was slim and graceful, the epitome of beauty in her ice skates, Archer was clumsy and slippery, a fish out of water, so to speak. The notepad had been left out on the bench, because the legend wouldn’t risk it getting ruined. Now they had no way to communicate. 

The cold winter air nipped at the boy’s nose, making him wish that he’d worn better clothing suited for this weather. Whenever he was with Tessa, something bad always happened to him. Wether it be an extra job or too for sneaking out at night, or getting a concussion because a tree fell on top of him, Tessa seemed like a bad luck charm, someone mothers would ward their children away from. But that was exactly what made her so amazing. Archer had always been fascinated by danger and by recklessness, something Tessa seemed to practically give off. It would be an honour, he thought, to be her partner in crime. So ice skating would turn out to be a horrible memory, so what? If you were with a person you enjoyed, if they made you honestly happy, the bad stuff didn’t count. At least not to Archer. As he was lost in his thoughts, he felt Tessa basically dragging him towards the centre of the rink. Once they were there, Archer signed her something, and mouthed it just in case she couldn’t understand it. ‘What do we do now? I'm a little freaked out, by the way.'


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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Sun Dec 28, 2014 1:42 pm



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A part of Tessa enjoyed the silence that filled the still lake. A part of her didn't, though. But the part of her that enjoyed it felt herself drifting off into it, as if she could disappear into the shadows forever. That part of her terrified her beyond words, but she always kept those kind of words to herself. How could you explain something to someone who couldn't possible understand what was happening to you? Sometimes, she felt as if her lack of companionship could throw her into darkness, where light could never reach. She could be lonely forever, if she let herself be. The teenager was certainly stubborn enough to do that, just to prove a point. You always had to prove yourself as a demigod, so people would pay attention to you and remember you exist. Tessa wanted to do more than exist though, she wanted to be.

And she was beginning to realize that she could be something with Archer. She wasn't an idiot when it came to sign language anymore, that had to count for something. Tessa could experience joy now, and laughter. She hadn't realized how much she had shut herself out from friendship until she had met the deaf legacy. Back at home Colette was her doorway into life, in camp that was Archer. She was eternally thankful for him, but wouldn't ever tell him. If they lived longer than expected, maybe she'd tell him one day, but then again, demigods had a nasty habit of dying tragically. Hopefully Tessa never had to tell him, or, better yet, he'd figure it out himself.

The air sent chills down her spine, but the demigod didn't really mind. She was ice skating with a friend. Her only friend. How much better could her life get? Tessa flexed her fingers while she waited for him to lace on his skates. She didn't look at his, but she hoped they would fit. If not, it would be more difficult to teach him how to properly skate around without falling. Tessa's skates were big on her, but with socks on her feet the issue was undetectable. The hockey skates were black, with scuffs and scratches obvious over the obsidian colored surface. She didn't want to hide the fact that she had fallen or had ran into something. Scars were mistakes that weren't afraid of being seen, just like she wasn't afraid of being seen for who she was. Okay, maybe that wasn't it, but she thought the scars on her skates made her look tougher.

She locked their arms together, so that if he fell she would too. Tessa didn't mind falling, not when she knew that she could get up again. Some challenges were easier overcome than others, and while she was comfortable with the ice, she wasn't afraid to get back up. They were wobbly at first, just as she had expected they would be. Learning how to skate was like riding a bike, once you learned how to do it, you never forgot. So, despite hiding from her skates for two years, Tessa's balance was steady as they slowly circled around the lake. She resisted the temptation to make sharp turns or speedy maneuvers, out of the fear that Archer would be offended again. Tessa needed him, like he needed her in that moment to keep him from slipping. She watched him sign something and tried to decode it. The demigod got the main point of it, and signed back. 'I'm going to let go. Try to balance.' She mouthed the words too, just in case she moved her hand wrong. Tessa had done that a handful of times, and didn't want him to think she was going to abandon him out here. Miscommunicating was one of her bad habits that she wished to eradicate.
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Wed Dec 31, 2014 1:00 am



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Being out on the ice, with nothing to keep you upright but thin blades of frozen through metal that could probably chop a mans head off, was like learning to walk again for Archer. He inhaled, closing his eyes and tried to clear his mind. Spencer and Olivia were both demigods, and they had both suffered many years with horrible ADHD, and so did Archer. His was the worst in the family, but his parents were thoughtful and taught him how to meditate so he could focus better on school work. Breathe in, breathe out. Concentrate only at the task at hand and let nothing distract you. Imagine yourself king of the world, striding purposefully on top your own mountain. It worked, it always had. So it would probably work now, even if his ADHD wasn’t flaring up like a red flashing light. There was nothing but the ice and himself. There was no cold winter wind zipping past his already numb ears. There was nothing but him and the ice. Just him and the ice… And the warmth of Tessa’s hands in his. She was pulling him towards his own mountain of success, yet she was also dragging him down, for as long as Archer focused on how smooth her skin was, or how warm it was against the abrasive frigid temperatures of the winter was every second closer to falling due to being unbalanced. Archer exhaled slowly, forgetting about his best friend, forgetting about the explosion and his twin, forgetting about his deafness. Right now the only thing he needed to concentrate on was not falling and making a fool of himself. 

Then he opened his eyes to the world again, and everything was a little bit sharper. The meditation worked, as the demigod seemed to be standing completely still, and Archer allowed himself a small smile as he looked at Tessa. She, of course, was still holding his arm, making sure that he wouldn’t fall. He wished she would smile too, because best friends smiled at each other when one accomplished what one thought was an impossible feat. Archer looked down at his feet, and the moment he did that he broke concentration, his feet almost went out from under him. Tessa, thank the gods, caught him. “Sorry,” Archer signed, a sheepish smile creeping up as he shrugged and was pulled upright. Honestly he didn’t try and make himself look like a fool in front of his best friend. On top of that, he knew how much ice skating meant to Tessa, by the way she looked so at home at the ice rink. Archer certainly did not want to make her mad at him, although he suspected that was the least of his worries at the moment. Right now the number one priority was not gravely injuring himself. The concussion was weeks ago, but whenever Archer was with Tessa, it seemed as if he always got hurt. But it was worth it, spending time with her. 

When Tessa signed that she was going to let go, Archer shook his head quickly. They had just started — she couldn’t really expect him to stand on his own? Could she? Fear raced through his bloodstream, filling his brain with panic. None of this boded well, and Tessa let go. The world seemed to slow into syrup, seconds turning into minutes, minutes into hours and hours into centuries. Archer stood for a moment, panting heavily and praying to his grandparents, to any deity who would listen, really, to not let him fall. Tessa was his first real friend at camp, he didn’t want to lose her cause he knocked some teeth out on the ice rink. His knees shook, not only with anticipation, but also with the feeling of standing on something so slender. Archer wiggled his toes, finding they had a lot of room. The ice skates he’d put on were a size and a half too big for him, which probably made him look like a pale, scared shitless clown. The blade that supported him wobbled as he did this, and Archer held his arms out for support. 

It didn’t quite matter that Tessa wasn’t even standing a foot away from him, promising to help him if he fell. That was not even a small comfort to Archer Thrush. He wobbled some more. “I don’t — I don’t think —“ Both times that Archer started the sentence ‘I don’t think I can do this, Tessa, please help me’, a small voice inside him stopped him. It was his own voice, but tinnier and a bit more cruel and sadistic. It told him that he needed to do this to prove something not only to the girl in front of him, but also to Archer himself. Archer was not weak, he was not disabled, and he could do anything he set his mind to even if he was deaf and frightened and alone in the world. As Tessa came towards him to help, the demigod put out his arms and shook his head. “I’m actually standing, Tessa. Look at this!” He told her. “I feel amazing!"


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Tessa Traverse
|At first, Colette wasn't a very skilled skater. The pair of them would go around the rink on Sundays, nice and slow so she could learn. If they accidentally slipped over a deep indent in the ice both girls would go down, gigging or crying. Tessa's adopted parents didn't enjoy skating, but they would always wait for the two of them to be done with their adventures. The girls would pretend to be princesses, one that ran the kingdom and one that fought off the dragons that hid in icy caverns across the land. Tessa always killed the dragons. They scared a few of the passers by as they got better, zooming around them and yelling things like 'No! Not my tapestry!'. Princess Colette was very fond of her tapestries, and Tessa would always stab the dragon before he could burn them down. Year after year, the kingdom was of lesser importance and the dragons moved into the demigod's mind, burning down all of her tapestries like paper.

She felt like she was fighting dragons again, but in a different sense. Archer wasn't like Colette, he was her partner in crime, not her sister, but the feeling held a similar ache as she held his hand tightly. The breeze had slowed, but the chill in the air lingered, making her appreciative of the heat her friend's body was giving off as they held each other. Tessa glanced over at his face, trying to read his expression, but there was none to read. She was puzzled, but didn't say anything about it, and instead focused on keeping their balance steady. As his bright eyes opened again, she grinned along with him, unsure of why they were being so giddy. She laughed, glancing out at the endless stretch of ice, just as she felt their balance shift. Sliding her skates, Tessa caught them, barely. 'It's fine,' the teenager signed back, unable to contain her smile.

Tessa had withdrawn her hands before he started shaking his head, and the look in his eyes terrified her, but she was frozen. Everyone had to let go at some time, and normally the demigod chose sooner than later. She hadn't even asked him, but then again, maybe it was better that she hadn't. Sometimes the inevitable was best met unprepared. His breaths came out in heavy white puffs, making her afraid that Archer was going to pass out on her. The last thing she wanted to happen was for him to get hurt again. She was always causing trouble for him, but Tessa assumed he didn't mind since they were practically inseparable. On rare occasions she wouldn't be with him, because of her boyfriend Jared (yeah, that grumpy medic), but that wasn't very often. Apparently the infirmary kept Jared busy and Archer kept Tessa happy. It was an even balance that left her feeling better than she had felt in years.

As he held out his hands, the demigod was tempted to take them and pull him back towards her, but she didn't. Her dark eyes skimmed down towards his skates, watching the blades squirm as he shifted his weight. Tessa then comprehended his sign, unable to understand what he meant. Skating was second nature to the girl, so she had forgotten how many time she had fallen before learning how to properly slid across the frozen surface. She inched towards him slowly, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Did he want her help? Tessa wasn't sure. As he signed, her concerned expression changed into one of delight as a smile lit up the corners of her lips. 'That's great! Try moving, if you want,' she replied, displaying how to push off with one foot and continue to move with another. Once she moved about six feet off, Tessa came back, right beside him to offer her assistance.
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Mon Jan 05, 2015 10:18 pm



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Honestly Archer Thrush didn’t know if it was the coldness seeping through every single one of his bones, or because of Tessa, but he felt brave. No, better than brave. Brave and bold and chivalrous. Like he was able to do anything in the world he just set his mind too; Archer felt as if he could fly to the tip top of a mountain and zoom back down just because he felt like doing it. His feet were unstable, his heart even more so as it beat with the menacing touch of a thousand drums, threatening to go into cardiac arrest because of the euphoria he was feeling. Archer hadn’t been this happy in a long time. These past few years had been long, and certainly left the signs of wear and tear on the demigod. The bags around his eyes continued to stay as dark as soot despite getting better sleep than ever before now. His hands, although soft and smooth to the touch, are infested with hangnails and bitten off skin around his cuticles as a result of nervousness and a way to punish himself. Archer didn’t consider himself on a party where he was destined to self-destroy himself, but it wasn’t like he was exactly being particularly careful with his health either. However, just these few moments out with Tessa greatly improved his mood. If the boy could forget the fear of falling and seeming like a fool, a smile, a true real smile, would show through the look of fear. But he was shaking like a leaf; fear did not want to let go of him. Fear was a cruel and greedy master, and once he had hold of you he’d probably never let go and you were under his control forever. Archer’s father told him that fear was not something to run from, rather let it empower you and use it as a weapon.

Which was why he nodded over to Tessa, smiling calmly. ‘I know.’ He signed. Everything was fine and everything was perfect, and right now Archer wouldn’t change this moment for anything, not even the power to hear again could tempt him into giving this up. Just being here with Tessa in the frigid air, trying something that a day ago he wouldn’t dream of doing was enough to give him hope again. Apologising for almost falling on her seemed so stupid now that they were best friends. After all, in the past short few weeks they’d gotten in trouble for skipping curfew and swimming during the night together, and then injured themselves (Archer more than Tessa) falling out of a branch. It hardly seemed like a bother that they fell on each other. Besides, not everyone could be as perfect as Tessa was on the ice. Archer could never hope to be as at peace out here like she was, it was if the ice was her home rather than the land. Archer never had the feeling of belonging somewhere else; he fit in wherever he went without even trying. High schoolers flocked to him when they noticed his status as a popular, and almost everything was done for him. Did the demigod abuse his power? No, not to an extent where it hurt anybody, but Archer did keep somewhat of a tight leash on his cliche. They did whatever he wanted, and he never had wanted to go ice skating before. Now, however, he wish he had. Maybe prior experience wouldn’t have made him such a fool in front of Tessa.

Archer was sure that he was blushing from the cold and the embarrassment and just the rush of affection he felt for Tessa. In the past he’d had crushes and lots of them, but they never seemed to last more than a month or two. Although he hoped that was what it would be like with this demigod girl, he sincerely doubted it. This was a different type of affection, this was the kind where your heart beat out of your chest and you dreamt about them and their smile at twilight. Not that Archer had done that. Okay maybe once or twice, but he hadn’t been able to fall asleep and his mind wandered. Besides, it was better than picturing flickering flames and the screams and howls of the loved ones you couldn’t save. Archer watched Tessa as she taught him how to move. Always the diligent student, the boy learned quickly and was moving across the rink in no time. Of course, there was no way in hell he was as good as her, not by a long shot, but at least he hadn’t fallen yet.

‘So, Tessa, I was wondering’ Archer signed to her as he zipped in cockeyed circles around her. Yes, there was never a time where he’d felt this bold. Not even when he won the solo in his concert in high school, or when he scored the winning goal at his soccer game. This was a bold that he could never lose from. Anything that Archer asked for now, he’d probably receive. Lady luck, after being absent from his life for so many years, had finally returned with many fortunes in store for him to find and explore. ‘If you weren’t doing anything Thursday night I thought maybe we could-‘ His frozen hand movements stopped as he fell. Archer tumbled upon the ice and snow in a pile of chilly clothing and embarrassing thoughts. He groaned and sat up, moving all of his fingers and toes to make sure any were not broken. He smiled up at Tessa, signalling that he was alright and she didn’t have to take him to the infirmary… again. ‘Um, wow, that’s embarrassing. But, er, would you like to go see a movie with me or something?'


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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Wed Jan 07, 2015 9:28 pm



Tessa Traverse
| Without realizing it, the demigod felt herself holding her breath, waiting for him to move, or something to happen. As she held her breath, the wind swirled past her face, flicking strands of raven colored hair across her face, like icy talons. Most of Tessa's life was spent waiting for something to happen. The weekend, if school was in session, was always worth waiting for. Sometimes she'd count down to the start of winter, just because it meant the ice rink would be open. Mostly though, the child version of Tessa Traverse would wait for her father or mother to contact her. She loved her adopted parents, really she did, but what she craved most was information from her true family. She wanted solid answers and reasons. Why did they leave her? How long would she have to wait for an answer? Questions like that would keep the girl up at night, waiting with anticipation.

Then that second was over, and she found herself mirroring his idiotic grin, her chapped lips stinging because of how far they were flexing. It was only until she looked at him that she noticed he was shaking horribly. Part of her wanted to tell him to relax, but the other part of her knew that this was tied to the joy of standing on ice for the first time. It was especially amazing doing it on your own. Tessa remembered the feeling. Time seemed to freeze, and leaving nothing moving but the air in your lungs and the muscles that tugged on smiles. Nothing could stop you in that second, not fire, cold, wind or earth. You were infinitely capable in that second. Now that was how she felt all the time on the ice, as if nothing could touch her. Normally nothing could, but as she felt herself smiling, she was reconsidering her untouchable armor. Tessa felt as if Archer could see into her soul and select the best parts of her; then he could drag them to the surface in a bright, shining display of goodness. He was the first person she had ever felt that with.

Archer was different, not just in the sense that he was a legacy or deaf, but in the sense that he was a good person. He was moral, honest, pure, all things Tessa wished she was. And while they always seemed to get into trouble when paired together, she craved the moments she shared with him. It wasn't just his goodness, but his recklessness as well. They worked well together, like partners in crime, but better. Tessa felt in sync with him, as if they understood each other without speaking (which was necessary, considering they couldn't really communicate unless with sigh language). Eyebrow raises and smirks conveyed enough emotion for the two of them to understand what the other meant, and Tessa enjoyed the simplicity of it. She never felt pressured with Archer like she occasionally did with Jared. The girl trusted the legacy with her life, despite only knowing him for a short period of time.

As she skated back and forth, slowly, the grin never washed off of her face. His boldness sudden and unpredictable, but it was amusing. Tessa doubted she had ever seen him so ecstatic in the time she had known him. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she laughed, unable to contain herself. His glee was contagious. For a moment, she felt her armor evaporate; she wouldn't be needing it here, with him. Her dark eyes never stopped watching him as he zoomed around the ice. Tessa paid even more attention as he began signing, her brain kicking into overdrive to translate the message. Her heart rate increased as she felt the speed of the conversation increasing, her mind buzzing. The demigod had been asked out before, but she wasn't sure Archer realized what he was saying. She had a boyfriend, after all. A bit of a prickly, rude, boyfriend, but he kept her entertained. The train of thought wrecked the second he fell, her breath catching in her throat as she rushed over to him.

But he was alright. Of course he was, but she was still worried about him. The last thing they needed was another visit to the infirmary. Tessa squatted down, balancing as she came to eye level with him. Her blood was now pumping in her ears from nervousness, her palms growing sweaty with each word he signed. 'I would love to - ' she began, before clenching her fist. 'But I have plans with Jared.' Tessa was unable to hold his gaze, and instead chose to stare at the cuts in the ice, running her fingers over the curves and twists. 'Maybe some other time?' she signed, giving him a soft smile.
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:20 pm

Coming from a popular crowd, Archer had never been denied anything within his circle of large friends. If, for instance, he didn’t have enough lunch money to buy food that day, he could always count on one or two people to buy it for him. If he wanted to have a party somewhere that was exclusive, somehow, someway, he’d get into it with his pals. Quite literally the world was his oyster back at home. Archer was actually going somewhere then, his grades were perfect; his personality even more so. The teachers had nothing to say but great things about the Thrush twins, how much of a joy they were to half in class, and how helpful they were to the other students that didn’t get the material like they did. Part of Archer wanted to be a cocky little shit, because over the years the praise had gotten so plentiful that he was certainly entitled to become an asshole, but he remembered how humble his parents were when they accepted awards for their brilliant findings in science. Archer wanted to be humble like his parents, and he merely said thank you quietly and continued on his way. He had just been cocky enough to not have a low self-esteem and that was it. Of course, being humble did not mean you expected certain things. Archer expected to get whatever he wanted. If he wanted a date with a girl he was sure to have it. That was the rule. If you were humble and true and good, you got whatever you wanted.

Then, if that rule had always been constant in the legacy’s life, why had it failed him now? Tessa had declined, and Archer’s heart was crushed. When she said no, it felt as if the boy was back on the ice, the cold seeping into his thin clothes and threatening to touch his warm, hopeful heart. His joyfulness and euphoria had suddenly been smashed, as if those feelings were thin mirrors that had been thrown onto a freezing dungeon floor. Had it been his fault? Tears touched his water line, taunting him with disappointment. Had Tessa not truly taken a liking to him? Was she being fake, like so many people he’d known in his circle? Had it been his folly for asking her? No, it seemed not. Tessa had signed something else, and through his thick veil of tears Archer deciphered her message. Jared. Of course it was Jared. Jared, the probably-secretly-emo-boy-who-is-super-mean-to-his-concussed-very-confused-patients boy. Jared, whom Tessa knew Archer despised. But instead of being filled to the brim with anger, the demigod could only stand there. For a couple of minutes Archer looked at the surface of the lake. Bubbles surfaced up to their wintry cage and moved right or left. Brighter, more skinny lines were on the now ragged complexion of the frozen lake, they were their skate lines. Where Tessa’s were neat and straight, Archer’s were jagged and wavy. Clearly you could tell who had more practice. 

Finally, when the demigod had gathered his senses, he took a deep breath. Not one tear had escaped him, which was good. He did not want Tessa feeling crappy about not going out with him. She was dating stupid medic Jared, and while Archer wasn’t exactly pleased with that decision, it was her life and she had to live it like she wanted to. It was just that the legacy had never experienced heartbreak before. Sure he broke up with a Carly here and a Miranda there, but they were merely flings and not terribly long lasting, so there really was no permanent damage to his heart. This had been his first true disappointment in his life, and it wasn’t that bad. “Oh.” The boy spoke out loud, his voice probably conveying all that he wanted to hide. Archer had always been a shit liar. He cleared his throat, wondering if he should continue the conversation via mouth or hands. Figuring he could get all that he wanted to say quicker and easier across for Tessa, he’d decided to speak. It was the first time in years he’d said more than a couple words verbally, but for Tessa, even when she had disappointed him, Archer would try anything to get her to be happy again. He hated sadness and the way it consumed people.

He returned half of her soft smile. “Yeah. Another time. Sure.” The demigod looked at the line of trees towards his right, not wanting to look directly into her brown eyes. “Jared though? Really? He was mean to me. You would really date a guy who was a complete jerk to your best friend?” Archer said, wondering how he sounded to Tessa. Maybe he was too loud or too soft, maybe his voice was too deep or too high or too nasally. He wouldn’t ever know on account of his deafness. “Alright, do what you gotta do to be happy.” Oh that was hard to say. Archer wanted Tessa to be happy, but he wanted her to be happy with him. Not some idiot medic who probably didn’t know the first thing about first aid. After that last sentence, the legacy reverted back to sign language. ‘So, what do you wanna do now?’ 
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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Mon Jan 19, 2015 11:34 am



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| Tessa wanted to vomit. Not the oh-crap-i'm-sick kind of vomit but the oh-shit-i'm-a-shitty-person-who-derseves-to-die kind of vomit. Her stomach felt as if it was being filled with ash, and soon she was going to be spitting smoke, like a worthless dragon. No one liked a lame dragon. The demigod normally felt no pity for those she disappointed, but this was different. This was Archer, her best (and only) friend. If it had been anyone else, she would've skated off to avoid more feelings and responsibilities, but she couldn't. This was Archer. In that half second, she knew that she had taken a slice of their friendship away and hid it, deep inside of herself. The cage she placed it in would be well guarded as long as Jared was her boyfriend. She hated herself, in that moment. And Jared too.

She swallowed, her throat dry as she saw the heartbreak in her best friend's eyes. Tessa hadn't ever felt that emotion before, not truly, but it seemed to radiate off of Archer. Her expressions stiffened as she set her gaze on the ice, wishing it would melt, or shift, or so something. Maybe if she focused hard enough, she would slip into an icy slumber and never need to feel anything again. That would be easier.

When the teenager brought herself to look at him, she felt guiltier yet. Tessa may have been mistaken, but she could've sworn she saw tear glistening in his eyes. They were normally so blue, but now they seemed like a weary sea, drifting aimlessly for an eternity. She'd drown in that sea if she let herself. Her muscles were tense, like she was about to spring from a trap and fall into his arms, begging for forgiveness. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just can't let myself hurt you. I'm sorry. Words circled around her mind, but none of them escaped her lips. She couldn't say anything; she felt like he'd know the words before she had the chance to say them.

Who knew a simple syllable of 'oh' could cut so deeply? The word struck her hard. Tessa couldn't bring herself to look at him any longer. She was surprised to hear him speaking, but the shock didn't really compare to her mountain of guilt. He had a nice voice, one that wasn't too authoritative or too easy going, but just right. If the girl hadn't just denied him her company she would've been overjoyed to hear more of it. Tessa inhaled as he began speaking against Jared. She wasn't blind, she knew that her boyfriend could be an asshole, and that he wasn't always the most intelligent. But she had to attempt to defend him. 'He's not all bad,' she signed. 'I mean - he isn't. I don't know.' The demigod clenched her fist again; she couldn't find any words of meaning. In all honesty she didn't know why she was dating the medic, it just happened. He asked and she said yes. There was no logic involved.[/i]

Her dark eyes shifted towards the line of trees that lead to the winter carnival. It wasn't late, so the sounds of joy and laughter could be heard echoing off of booths even from far away. She would've smiled if she hadn't just broke Archer's heart. Tessa saw him signing, though, and paid attention before replying, 'Do you wanna get some hot chocolate? I'll buy.'


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PostSubject: Re: dreaming of a white christmas --- [mc sarah]   Mon Jan 19, 2015 11:54 am

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