the pirate princess & the artist
you’re a diamond, but i’m afraid you’d cut.
Natalie Dormer & George Blagden
Adelaide Kane + Pretty Tough (Behind the Scenes)
"Two households, both alike in dignity in fair Verona, where we lay our scene."
Just kidding. No body has time for that shit.
My name is Nathaniel Eder and this will be one of the one posts in which I talk to you…Whoever you are directly, before it goes all mystical third person on all of us. But it’ll be better that way, trust me.
Welcome to Exusia Academy, we’re located in a small town you’ve probably never heard of, in a house that makes the playboy mansion look modest, and we’re the sons and daughters of gods. Yeah, you can reread that all you want but it isn’t going to change the fact that yes, Exusia Academy is home to demi-gods. We’ve got tennis courts, a gym, a greenhouse and a few daughters of Zeus that still are delusional enough to think they’re hot shit. Let me tell you, saying you’re a son or daughter of Zeus around these parts get you the same amount of respect as saying you like pizza…Everyone fucking likes pizza. And Zeus wasn’t the best at keeping his pizza in the box if you catch my drift. We’ve also got our sickly sweet type-a headmistress Cordelia Spiros and her slightly drunken mostly well meaning counterpart Eton Bishop. They’re suppose to take the place of both sets of parents (god and mortal) who abandoned us, and I have to say they don’t do an awful job.
I made it to five before my human parents shipped me here, it was when my powers started to first start manifesting and I made the boston terrier make sweet sweet love to “mom’s” favorite decorative cushion. Some make it longer though. I just wasn’t lucky. Not that I minded much. Back then, my biggest consider was how many cookies I could sneak before dinner. Not making people hug funny. Though as I grew older, those power became far more entertaining. And how did I get those powers? My father is Eros, and I’m the grandson of Aphrodite. Most people at the Academy look down on my branch as absolute lecherous heathens, but in truth? I’ve never made anyone do anything they don’t want to do, it goes against the ethical code no one believes I have. And ethical codes-aside from some sense of humanity-is what separates us from the Titan’s Bastards. Just like how gods liked to get freaky with mortals, so did titans and other mildly messed up creatures that made hugely messed up offspring. They roam around, looking like humans and causing absolute havoc on earth that we as demi-gods need to stop. I’d like to say that they are the clear bad guys and we are the clear good guys but unfortunately…Lines tend to get blurred on the battlefield.
Just like every school, you’ve got your cliques, your cliches, your cool kids and then me. I like to label myself cool aloof bad boy, but most label me a pompous ass. And my group of friends are labeled a bunch of lost souls. Whichever it is, is up to you to decide.
One last thing before you go all mystical birds eye view on me, I know the question has been stewing in that head of yours and I’m here to say that: Yes. There is a girl in this story. And if you want to know how it all turns out, well you’ve just got to keep reading.
He puffed placing his hands on his knees tiredly, heaving to catch what little breathe he could. “This is bullshit. I hate this class.” Nathan huffed pushing his hair back. “Nate…You only ran four laps. You have to complete fifteen before breakfast.” Alec reminded, causing the boy to groan in annoyance. He didn’t know what was more maddening, the fact that he had to run eleven more laps. Or the fact that Alec was younger than him but double his size in muscle mass, almost three inches taller and kicking his ass. “Gym is stupid. Honestly when I’m in a fight with evil-titian-junior, he’s not going to ask me how many laps I can run and cower in fear of my impressive stamina.” Nathan reminded.
"Could improve other things though." The younger boy smirked earning an icy cold glare.
"I’ll have you know young grasshopper. That I have never, ever had a single complaint. And don’t make me bring up that awkwardness between you and Zeus’s daughter number thirty-seven." Nathan pushed himself into the standing position and looked at the track in front of him, cursing it in his mind but adapting his normal cool demeanor.
"She has a name." Alec retorted bitterly.
"That I never cared to learn."
"He’s right you know." Ariadne commented, unable to keep a hint of disdain out of her voice, slowing down to a walk next to the boys. "Stamina is important. Especially when fighting. If you’re the smaller or weaker target physically, the best you can do is outlast your opponent - let them wear themselves out." She’d already completed most of her laps - Ariadne loved running. Although she preferred going through nature, the woods, where occasionally her mother’s stags and does would leap after her, the track suited her well. And she had discipline. Unlike Nathan. But it wasn’t surprising - of course Eros’s son would be careless. Artemis’s only daughter? Never. Ariadne wasn’t likely to have any siblings, Artemis wasn’t likely to have anyone else to be her legacy (not that she would ever die). Of course it was a bit strange being the virgin goddess’s daughter, but Ariadne was proud. Her mom was an exemplary example of what a goddess should be. Strong, faithful, generous, protective…
She scowled a bit, looking at the way Nathan smirked. He always seemed to be smirking. He and Ariadne hadn’t had much contact - it was obvious from the start they weren’t suited to friendship - but for some reason he annoyed her. She hated it when her fellow pupils didn’t take their training serious. “Why be here if you don’t want to follow the advice of our tutors?” Ariadne asked, her hand settling on her hip. She forced herself to keep a calm expression, reasoning that there was no need for this to turn into an argument. After all, it wasn’t even noon yet…and they weren’t the children of Athena or Ares, they didn’t need to fight. They could have a reasonable discussion.
It is one thing to use a weapon, but another to kill. Never hesitate
"Hey, I like Pennsylvania." Oliver chuckled albeit awkwardly. "I mean, I’ve only been to Philly when I was like ten but from what I remember it’s not all bad." Plus he really liked the cheesesteaks, but she didn’t need to know that. In fact, she didn’t actually need to know everything but there he was telling her about his family like she was some girl he was wanting to impress. Not that he didn’t want to impress her, but she was his student after all. He doubted anything they’ve talked about after her paper was necessary, but he couldn’t seem to get himself to ask her to leave. "Being an only child sounds nice too actually. There’d be no hogging all the trick or treat candy and no one using all the hot water all the time…" But he’d never ask to be an only child. It was bad enough that he had some of his parents’ attention. What if he had all of it? He’d probably have a lot of psychological issues by now, and would probably be nine times like his brother in one person and that was the last thing he wanted. Oliver figured that if he kept talking to himself in his head, his imagination wouldn’t go to that place where dancers bent in illegal positions, but he was wrong. He cleared his throat and sat up straight. Slouching has always been a bad habit of his, his mother would say.
Before Oliver could even proccess her words, she was slinging her bag over her shoulder and waiting for him to come with her. This was a terrible idea, of course. If his superiors found him with a student he wouldn’t hear the last of it. There have been rumors in the office with professors and students and affairs, but he tried not to listen in on those. He figured those only happened in skeevy movies that were desparate for money. Those and porn. But here he was, grabbing his man purse satchel and coat and following Anna like a lost puppy. “Atomic Coffee? It sounds dangerous.” What he was doing was dangerous. He needed to grade papers not follow an undergrad around for coffee.
Anna laughed, and shook her head. “You sound like one of those cranky undergrads who complain about their roommates all the time. Come on, having a sibling’s gotta be more than sharing a space. It’s like - I don’t know, having a lifeline, a person who’ll always be there. A person who’s not over fifty and therefore understands most of things you say.” Anna loved her parents, but they were sort of baffled by her sometimes. And they definitely didn’t understand a single musical reference or what was going on when they came to see her shows, supportive as they had always been. Her dad always got this pleased-vague smile and clapped politely, whole her mom tried to make up for it by being over-enthusiastic. It was adorable, but insufficient occasionally. She often wondered what having a sibling would’ve been like. She paused, thoughtfully. “Then again, I am a theatre major. I don’t like competing for roles, much less parental attention.” She winked, playful. “Or anyone’s attention.”
She arched an eyebrow, and grinned, mischievously. “You can handle a little danger, Oliver.” Anna told him, tone pitched low, but hovering just on the edge of flirty. “And you seem like you could use near-illegal levels of caffeine anyway. I hope I’m not completely destroying your afternoon of work, but I really think it’s best to take a break now and again.” She glanced back at Oliver, her hand on his office door, and looked him up and down thoughtfully. “Also it looks like you sat on your tie.” Without warning she moved forward and closed her hand around the garment in question, which was hanging fairly loosely around his neck. She smoothed it down quickly, and when she was done, met his eyes with a grin. “Much better. But leave it loose like that. It looks good.”