#the only surprise is little things and no matter beating pluto and love and fear

[sailorlucid]

[stormcrawler75]

Platonic Anceit you say? What about: One or the other of them being afraid of storms and going to the other for comfort? (I'd say Virgil was the one afraid but like. Picture it being Deceit? Because Virgil is good at handling fear since he is the literal embodiment of it? And he gently talks Deceit through his panic? I dunno Either way could work XD )

It was raining again.

Virgil was sitting on his bed, with his headphones off for once, listening to the sounds of the thunder and rain that was being reflected in the Mindscape. The others were all in their own rooms, probably fast asleep. It was rather late and Virgil knew that he was going to regret staying up so late the next morning. But, how could he sleep when there was a thunderstorm going on?

There was a sudden crash of thunder and Virgil closed his eyes. As surprising as it may seem, Virgil loved storms. Yes they could be unpredictable and startling. But, well, over the years Virgil had sorta gotten fond of them. They were loud and a lot of people either hated them or were afraid of them.

Virgil could relate.

Frantic knocking on his door pulled Virgil out of the peaceful state he was in. Virgil pushed himself up and flicked his fingers, opening the door. “Yeah?”

Of all the Sides he expected to be standing there, Deceit was not one of them. Especially since the two of them had a big fight months back that had really damaged their relationship. But there Deceit was, in his snake pajamas and eyes red and puffy from tears.  

Virgil frowned and turned to face Deceit. “Dee? What’s up? Is something wrong?”

Deceit swallowed and hunched his shoulders. His fingers were tangled in his pajamas, shaking a little. Virgil narrowed his eyes and thought of why Deceit would be up at this hour, let alone come to him. Why something happening? Were the other Dark Sides attacking or bothering him? Did he need Virgil’s help? He and Deceit may have had a bit of a falling out but Virgil would be damned if anyone thought that someone could hurt his noodle and get away with it.

There was another crash of thunder that echoed through the Mindscape and Deceit cringed. He stepped into Virgil’s room instinctively and Virgil finally understood. Deceit was afraid of the storm happening outside and came to the only other Side that he had a semi-good relationship with for comfort.

Right, comfort. Something that Virgil was obviously known for.

He stood up and walked to Deceit. Virgil nudged him into the room and closed the door behind him. “C’mon,” Virgil muttered. “I got some noise cancelling headphones you can use while we wait out the storm.””

“And if lightning strikes?” Deceit asked. He had a firm hold now on the sleeve of Virgil’s hoodie and Virgil could feel him shaking. “You really think that we could survive being hit by lightning?”

“Nope,” Virgil said bluntly. Deceit’s breath caught at Virgil’s answer but the Anxious Side wasn’t done. “But, it’s not gonna happen. The Mindscape only reflects what happening outside with Thomas.”

“And if the lightning hits him,” Deceit hissed. “What then?”

Virgil bit his lip and he could almost feel his heart beat faster at Deceit’s words. He took a deep breath and slowly release it. Thomas was safe, everything was fine. He pushed Deceit gently down on the bed and pulled out one of his dress drawers. Thankfully, the book he was looking for was right where he had left it.

Deceit jumped when the book landed in his lap and he stared down blankly at it. He read the cover, “Storms by Seymour Simon.” He looked up and frowned at Virgil. “Are you making fun of me? Thomas got this book when he was seven.”

“Yep,” Virgil said, digging through his drawers to find his second pair of headphones. “His parents got it for him because he was terrified of storms and wasn’t sleeping whenever there was one. Me and Logan read that so many times when we were younger.”

Before Virgil was cast out, before everyone hated him, before he had lost a good friend, before he almost ducked out. Before.

Virgil shoved those thoughts aside and managed to get out, “It explains storms and stuff and you don’t need to be afraid of them.” He smirked. “Well, it explains how you don’t need to be afraid of them as long as you’re inside. And since Thomas is inside we have nothing to worry about.”

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Virgil knelt down to see if he had dropped the headphones beneath his bed and he heard the soft sounds of pages turning as Deceit started on the book. Virgil finally managed to find the headphones and fished them out from under the bed.

“Here,” he said, tossing them next to Deceit on the bed. “You can stay here as long as you like. I should be getting to sleep soon though.”

Deceit nodded and made to stand up. “So I’ll be leaving.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and and pushed Deceit back down. “Or, you’ll keep to your own side of the bed.” He met Deceit’s startled gaze with his own nervous one. “I mean, if you want to stay. You don’t look good, Noodle.”

Maybe it was the old nickname that did it but Deceit finally caved and crawled under the covers. Virgil went into the bathroom to change and thought about what the others would say if they found Deceit in his room in the morning. Patton had made no secret of his dislike of the Deceitful Side and Logan’s feeling for Deceit didn’t differ from the Moral Side’s. The only one that wouldn’t immediately freak would be Roman but Virgil didn’t really want to handle the teasing that would come with Roman finding them.

Oh well. As hard as it was, Virgil pushed those worries aside for later. He’d cross that bridge down when he got to it.

When he came back, Deceit had the headphones on and was completely focused on the book. Virgil got in bed, keeping a good distance between him and Deceit to make sure no one got uncomfortable, and laid down with his back to Deceit. He curled up in a ball and lightly smacked Deceit’ thigh. Deceit moved the headphones a little so he could hear and Virgil muttered, “Turn off the light when you’re done, kay?”

He barely processed Deceit’s answer of agreement as he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was to the feel of someone wrapped tight around him. He instinctively tensed and slowly looked down trepidatiously. He relaxed and huffed in fond amusement at what he saw.

He was lying spread out on his back. Deceit’s arms were wrapped around his middle and his cheek was resting on Virgil’s stomach. His scales were reflecting in the light of Virgil’s Blue-Fairy nightlight and he looked happy and relaxed. He was even bleeping, the cute dork.

“Fucking, I told you to stick to your side,” Virgil mumbled, not meaning it in the slightest. He had known of course that Deceit was a cuddler when he had offered the bed to his bed. How could he not with the amount of times the two of them had napped together?

He pulled the headphones off of Deceit’ head, messing up his hair in the process, and placed them gently on the bedside dresser. The book was been dropped on the floor and Virgil made a mental note to pick it up later so that he wouldn’t lose it. 

For now, he wrapped his arms around his friend, because no matter how intense their stupid argument had gotten, the argument that Virgil couldn’t even remember what was about now, that’s what Deceit was. He was his friend and he would gladly hold him and get him through the stormy night.

Taglist Undercut

General Taglist

@punsterterry

@iris-sanders-athena​

@heck-im-lost

@sanders-trash-4ever

@tiredfluid

@sevenatee

@i-really-dig-the-purple

@detroit-become-pan

@trust-me-i-just-get-weirder

@radioactivehelena

@max-is-tired

@unikornavenger

@amazonprimebox

@emmydragon

@eli-galaxy

@lunareclipse-524

@thepotatoking1010

@bleepblopbloop56

@world-class-izzy

@violetsandpride

@smolautumnchild

@sanderssmosh-n-musicals

@cookiethedevil

@satanblessi

@figurative-falsehood

@crookedlyoptimisticdestiny

@ao-koshka

@onenightjoanly

@alsoyouremischievous

@figurative-falsehood

@mrtacothethird

@analogical-mess

@combine-the-kitchens

@knight-shives

@the-office-cat

@dark-kestrel

@lizziepopanime

@razberrypuck

@kastrefeila

@lilcutekittykat

@ladyonce

@penguinpatty1502

@analogical-mess

@incorrectqueereye

@liz-a-bell

@imjustawibba

@remy-alagaesias-dragon-queen

@fandoms-winkitywonk

@therubyjailcell

@idont-know-what-im-doing

@angels-and-dreams

@europa-bear

@pumpkinminette

@viva-la-pluto-dam-you

@ravens-rambling

@felicianoromano

@artemispowell

@phander-trash

@felicianoromano

@maehemscorpyus

@the-anti-virgil

@georganabanana

@kaileah-kat

@omg-rainbowgalxy-things

@chemically-imbalanced-romance

@just-another-rainbowblog

@asymmetricalgarbage8888

@imtooaromaticforthis

@ambersky0319

@th3okamid3mon

@atomicljamm92

@lovebug5151

@shadowsfromthesun

@justpicturesofsam

@fuck-perfection-be-a-mess

@dragonsworn05

@entitydark

@sparkedawg

@luckybanana948

@holliberries

@hell-or-high-waters

@paint-in-flames

@purplepatton

@opaque-puppet

@pearl-topaz

@that-smol-tired-gay

@tired-fanboy

@rachel-eve-puppet

@the-psycho-pie

@the-warfstache-of-wall-street

@pastel-puns

@shadowjag

@saphirestrike

@theatresweetheart

@gatlily

@pastelpatton

@agoddamnrayofsunshine

@ps-reblogs

@tacohippy56900

@anxious-fander-bean​

@winterknight1087

@moonfang03

@that-random-fandom-girl

@cricks-loves-you

@teacupfulofstarshine​

@hetaisawesome

[amongushq]

Welcome to Among Us, TILLY! HAZEL LEVESQUE ( with the faceclaim of JESSICA SULA ) has found shelter in CAMP JUPITER, where we hope SHE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!

Hazel could be a challenging character to tackle: she has grown up and evolved so much throughout the books, it might be difficult to know what direction to take her next. Here we are presented with a Hazel who's more mature, while still keeping this freshness about her that made her so likeable in canon. The strength she built along the way remains as well, giving us a well-rounded, in-character Hazel with added depth and challenges. This app allows us to see her in a different light, and we very much like what we see !

AND YOU ARE…?

What is your full name, and when were you born?

Hazel was fidgeting. She wasn’t a fidgety person, truly, but the entire reason for this interview was unknown to her, which made her very uncomfortable. Brushing a strand of hair out of her face, Hazel soon started to feel like the interviewer was trying to make her feel annoyed or unwelcome with the first question already, but she wouldn’t let them. “My name is Hazel Levesque. You might have heard of me? I’m not sure how much of camp gossip you follow. I was born on December 17th, 1928. I’m twenty years old.” When the interviewer looked at her rather shocked, she simply nodded, after which she looked down at her hands, which momentarily stopped fidgeting with the hem of her camp shirt.  They weren’t out to get her. They really didn’t know. But Hazel didn’t elaborate: it had been a long day and she was a little tired.

Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.

Everyone, and she meant everyone, even the kids in New Rome, knew about her heritage. Hazel didn’t keep it a secret, but she wasn’t proud of it either. “My father is Pluto. From this I gather you really don’t know about what happened - which is fine!” She felt a little rude, so she recoiled quickly. “It’s fine, I don’t expect everyone to keep up with everything. A lot has happened!” She let a seemingly nervous little giggle escape her lips: the previous questions made her anxious, but she wasn’t okay with them judging her like this. She decided to be polite, and nothing more.  “I spend a lot of time working on… well, working with, rather, the Labyrinth, since I can sense most of the tunnels and passageways. So that’s where you’ll find me most of the time.” She subtly slipped in this line to make the interviewer aware of her abilities underground, really, should they decide to do something stupid, while still keeping all the other Pluto-related things and Hecate’s blessing hidden. The element of surprise could work in her favor.

Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?

Perhaps they got the hint, or perhaps this was standard procedure, but Hazel was just glad they asked questions she could answer without too much trouble now. “I’m still the centurion in the fifth cohort, so I spend most of my time at Camp Jupiter. I’m in my eighth year of service right now, so when those are done, I’m… allowed to start a life in New Rome. I’m not sure I want that, though. Frank will probably still be praetor for his own final year of service, and I don’t want to force him to travel between New Rome and Camp Jupiter more than he already does. I’m very loyal to the legion,” this was said with a glare towards her conversational partner, “so it only makes sense that I serve as long as I can.”

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)

The order of the questions was a little random, but Hazel didn’t feel like making a snarky comment, so she kept her cool and just told them what they wanted to know. Seeing as they didn’t know ( or pretended not to know? Hazel wasn’t sure ) about the war or her general life, that was what she would discuss. She wasn’t ashamed. “Like I said, I was born in 1928, which you seemed surprised about, so I’ll talk about that a little bit. I come from a mixed batch of ancestors, there’s definitely Chinese and European people in my family tree, but my mother cut herself off from her family, so I don’t know anything about them. She’s is Trinidadian, but she moved to New Orleans when she was very young. She fell in love with Pluto, whom she summoned through Hecate. He granted her a wish, which she made filled with greed. I was cursed for a while, but not anymore.” Her fidgeting returned. She felt like she was revealing too much, but they did ask for things about herself, and this was who she was. A product of so many things and circumstances it simply felt right to describe them. “I was born in New Orleans but we moved to Alaska for… different reasons.” Despite many, many years passing since the events, this wound was too fresh to calmly talk about. Even just thinking about it, Hazel felt guilt bubbling up in her stomach, so those stories were better left untouched. The rest was alright, though. “I die-,” she swallowed thickly, having no idea how the interviewer would take it. She had only been assured of the confidentiality of the interview, not about the interviewer’s discretion. This made her shut up.

“I’m guessing you want more general stuff. I like horseback riding, I spend a lot of time near the stables. Arion is a free spirit, and I would never put him in the stables, but he comes ‘round every once in awhile for treats.” Hazel smiled fondly as she thought of the creature running wild like he wanted, creating sonic booms or whatever he enjoyed. The fact that he ate gold was their little secret.

What were you doing prior to The Recall?

Hazel didn’t want to be here anymore, she had more important things to do ( train, check on the cohort, talk to Frank about pressing matters, see if Nico had arrived yet and if he brought River this time, things like that ) so she stopped blabbering on and on. Her answers would be concise from now on. “I was being a decent legionnaire and centurion, training hard and resolving issues effectively.” Hazel crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair ever so slightly. “Speaking of which, are we done here, now? I have my duties.”

SHOWTIME!

“No, sweetie, don’t cry. It’ll be alright, you’ll see!” Hazel’s newest recruit, a scrawny legacy of Ceres, had scraped his arm falling off one of the smaller horses used in training. He tried to keep his tears to himself, like a good Roman, but Hazel could see it was hard for him, so she sank to her knees to get face to face with him. “The secret to riding a horse, is that the horse has to trust you.” She gently took his hand, and squeezed it to reassure him. Once he opened it, she placed a little sugar cube inside. “Now, hold your hand out to her.” He did, and Hazel clicked her tongue to call the horse back. The mare was hesitant, but the gorgeous creature did return to them. The boy held out his hand, and the horse gently nibbled the cube off of it. “See! You don’t scare her, and you’re not scared of her, right?” He gave a shake of his head. “All you have to now is get back on the horse and go again.” She helped him up, and was about to ask if they should send for a medic first for his knee, when the legacy got on the horse by himself, gently patting her side. Hazel’s chest swelled up with pride. The boy would make a fine legionnaire once he proved himself with his act of bravery. She had a feeling it wouldn’t take too long. He didn’t have good connections, but she would gladly take him for the Fifth. Once the horses were put back in their stables and the recruits ran to the barracks to change for their next activity, Hazel went the other way, to the fort on the fields of Mars, where she could overlook the entire city without being seen.

That morning had looked much different. Sure, it had started off normally. Nice, even. Maybe even perfect. Breakfast in the mess hall with her cohort and Frank, who still hung out with his friends whenever he found time  his praetor duties, and someone sassed Octavian, who threw his fist down on the table and blabbered about his ancestry. It had been funny, and the entire ordeal had been eventful and good, just the way Hazel liked it. It seemed like the spirits who served her food always gave her slightly bigger portions than the rest ever since the war, which she was fine with. The food was delicious and she had been the tiniest bit underweight straight after the war. The fauns also left her alone more often than not. Perhaps it was because she had always tried her best to be kind to them, or perhaps they respected or feared her now. Either way, Hazel was satisfied.

But then after breakfast and the first round of training, Reyna had called for a senate meeting with all the senators and centurions, and she had not looked happy. The satisfactory feeling Hazel had had before had faded as soon as she’d seen the look on Reyna’s face, immediately sensing something was wrong. Once the meeting had started, the praetor had looked around the room with a look that screamed concern. “My fellow campers…” Reyna always went straight to business; she never beat around the bush. “Today, we have an important order from Lord Jupiter himself.” Hazel straightened her back automatically. You did not mess with gods, she knew that more than anyone, and especially not the King of the Heavens himself. After a quick glance at Frank, who nodded at her in acknowledgement, she focused her attention on Reyna again in polite silence. “The mortal world is aware of our existence. A mole among us has released footage of one of our campers to which they have responded very strongly. The President -” five of the ten Senators let our groans, others laughed, but Hazel was terrified. She couldn’t respond. “As I was saying, the President ordered a manhunt for us. We’re in grave danger, and so Lord Jupiter made a decree of his own. It comes down to the following facts…”

It was two hours later before Hazel and the other centurions were released. The Senators, and Reyna and Frank  ( to whom she didn’t get to say goodbye ) still had important matters to discuss, and the centurions needed to update their legionnaires on what had gone down in the two hours that had passed. Hazel and Dakota only exchanged looks before knowing who would speak. Hazel stood on a table, which felt barbaric, but otherwise the whispers would never have quieted down. “Legionnaires of Cohort Five!” she shouted in her most authoritative voice, until everyone was silent, after which she repeated Reyna’s instructions. Some campers were upset, some of them were angry and others were unsure, but Hazel didn’t have the time or opportunity to sort out her own emotions.

On the fort, she could. Of course, she felt trapped by the decision. That was the one thing she was sure of before. But then again, had she ever had plans to get out in the mortal world again, when Camp Jupiter and New Rome offered her safety and comfort? After Gaea’s war, Hazel had been sure she would never set foot outside again, but all she’d wanted to do lately was go on another quest. It had been dangerous and there had been the constant threat of dying (again), but she had felt like she did things that mattered, like training new recruits. The afternoon sun was warming her skin comfortably, momentarily making her worries and conflicting emotions. That, and the voice that came from behind her.  ”Hey, sis,” it sounded, instantly bringing a smile to her face. “Nico!” she sighed happily, whirling around to hug her brother tightly. “I missed you.” Her smile quickly faded, though, seeing the look on Nico’s face.  “You heard the news too, right?” The look in his eyes said everything Hazel needed to know, so she asked no further questions and just nuzzled her nose into his neck. “We’ll be alright. It’s going to be fine, this won’t last forever. They can’t keep us here forever.”

-

A little while had passed since the Recall, and people were already getting restless. Hazel believed her own statement less and less and felt worse and worse about telling such lies to her legionnaires. But she had to stay positive for them: if their own centurion didn’t believe they could win a war they hadn’t even begun fighting, then why should they? So Hazel kept their spirits high. Talked courage into their hearts and answered any questions they had. She made sure to check on the Labyrinth and its progress often, she helped in the building process, and she only voiced her concerns to Nico, Frank and the other members of the group that had been through many of her experiences with her. But only Nico truly understood what it was like to be an outsider in their own camp, to be disgusted and also respected at the same time, even after so many years since their heroic adventures. The others were all hailed as heroes, but Nico and Hazel would always remain the children of the Underworld, it seemed. Never fully trusted.