Cursed Telescope (Open)

[Charlie Webster]

Charlie dug his hands into his pockets more as he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess that's a common thing in any person, really. We all have our dark periods, but there are always periods of light to balance them out." He looked down at his feet and kicked at the sand a bit. "Or at least... that's what I like to believe."

He lifted his head up and smiled a bit as Accalia seemed to get everything pulled back together. At least the telescope wasn't hugging the ground."Outside of my cabin? Not really," Charlie said with a bit of a shrug. "Or at least... Not family I would want to claim, but they're not necessarily claiming me either. It's... complicated."

[Accalia Phillips]

He had faith, this one. Something that Accalia had lost track of. It was actually nice to see it, to be honest. She simply nodded a little but didn't say anything in response to his optimistic comment. She knew that deep down she agreed with what he was saying, but she wasn't about to admit to the agreement at that moment. She was still bitter, and she was still holding onto that. Who knew how long it would last...

"I can understand complicated," she said as he talked about his family. So, he clearly had dealt with the cruelty of mankind at least in a way. "But sometimes it's nice to not have any outside of camp. You can just focus on here and on yourself," she said, "I mean on improving yourself as  a Demi-God," she didn't necessarily agree with everything that she was saying, but it was a good point. If she just let her other family go, she may be happier.

[Charlie Webster]

"I don't really know if I can improve myself as a demigod," Charlie chuckled as he light shrugged his shoulders. "I mean... I'm a child of Aphrodite. I don't have charm speak, which is the only cool power we really have. I really have no point to practice magic make up and there's no point in learning French when I'm already fluent in it. All I really do is improve my paintings." Charlie looked a little sheepish with the mention of his work. "I'm still not good, but I like it." He suddenly got embarrassed that he managed to get attention on himself and found sudden interest in his shoelaces.

[Accalia Phillips]

Accalia smiled a little as he said he didn't know if he could improve herself. She understood that, she felt the same way, really. At the mention of paintings, Accalia lifted her head a little. "You paint?" she asked, though he was looking down at his shoelaces by this point.

Accalia considered herself an artsy person, of course. Her art was with plants, not paint, but it was pretty similar, wasn't it? Colors, mixing and matching what looks good. She felt her cheeks get a little warm for a moment, but she wasn't sure quite why. She bit her lip, "it shouldn't matter if you're good, though." A little encouragement never hurt anyone, right?

[Charlie Webster]

Oh why did he have to bring up his paintings? It was something he enjoyed and his siblings said he was good at it, but he wasn't sure if they were saying that because they were related or not. He just didn't like the attention, which is why he painted when nobody else was in the art cabin.

He sheepishly looked up at Accalia when he noticed her face was a bit pinker than when he looked down. He gulped. Did he do that to her? Damn that Aphrodite thing or whatever. "They say I'm good... my siblings I mean..." he managed to stutter out as he felt his palms get a little sweaty. "I don't know. I've never really shown my art to really anyone.... would you like to see sometime?" He mentally facepalmed himself. Why did he have to offer that to her? She probably was going to say no anyway.

[Accalia Phillips]

He was getting nervous, she could tell, and that made her smile a little bit. Not that she wanted him to feel a negative emotion or anything, but that he was getting real. She could tell he was being honest with her, which was something that no one was doing anymore. She nodded, "I would, yeah," she replied to his offer. It was a bit of a contradictory moment for him. Saying he's never shown his art to anyone and then offering to show her, almost in one breath. She bit her lip for a moment before speaking again, "what kind of things do you paint?"

[Charlie Webster]

Charlie felt each second drag on as he waited for Accalia's answer. He was waiting for her to say no. It was almost a surefire guaranteed no, but it wasn't. Charlie was taken aback and he gulped. "I... uhh..." he said as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. How was he going to reply that she wanted to see his paintings. Why did she want to see them? At this moment, he was pretty sure they were horrible."

"I paint like... trees and stuff," he stuttered out as his face turned a bit pink. "I have a window in the art cabin that I sit in front of and I paint whatever's outside. So that's mainly trees, but sometimes it's flowers or birds instead."

[Accalia Phillips]

Accalia smiled and held back a little chuckle as Charlie started to explain what he painted. He was so nervous about this, she could tell. She should have just backed off, not bothered him about his painting anymore. But they were already in too deep now. "That's great. I love trees and flowers," she said, a little too quickly. She really did, though, she was a daughter of Demeter, after all. "I mean, i used to always grow flowers in my hair as a little accessory. I haven't done that in a while though..." she reached up into her hair instinctively.

[Charlie Webster]

A small smile crept onto Charlie's lips when Accalia mentioned she liked trees and flowers. He rubbed the back of his neck some more as he quickly glanced off to the side. He glanced back at her right as she mentioned growing flowers in her hair and he couldn't help but wonder what that would look like.

"You know," he said without really thinking, "I haven't painted a portrait before..." Then it hit him what he was saying and his face really heated up. "I mean," he quickly tried to recovered. "I'm not asking you for anything, but I think you'd look pretty with the flowers... and I'm gonna shut up now." He stuck both his hands into his pockets as he glared down at his shoes mentally kicking himself.

[Accalia Phillips]

At the mention of a portrait, Accalias eyebrow raised. Her faces also started to turn red as his did and at the word 'pretty' suddenly a spatter of little blue forget me nots laced appeared, lacing themselves through her hair. She turned an even brighter red and reached up to get them out. She stopped though, realizing what he was saying. "Oh," her eyes widened and she lowered her hands back to her sides.

"I... I mean I guess I'd be okay with letting you paint... I mean, I'd like to help you hone your painting skills, I guess?" she bit her lip, looking down at Frederick now for guidance!

[Charlie Webster]

Now he done it. He probably ruined the longest lasting conversation he had with a female that was outside of his cabin. He continued to glare down at his shoes as he wondered if it would be even more awkward if he proceeded to bury himself in the sand right at that moment to avoid further embarrassment. He was waiting for her to reject his idea, but what he heard out of her wasn't rejection.

He looked up at her stunned, but then his mouth opened a little when he saw flowers were in her hair again. She looked heavenly. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he stuttered out, "I... umm... yes! Yes... it would... help my painting skills... would totally help." He rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced off out into the ocean. "When would you... would you be free to paint... I mean... I paint you... as my model... on canvas... You can keep it once I'm done?"

[Accalia Phillips]

As he started speaking again, Accalia swiftly looked up at him, her eyes wide for a moment. He was stuttering now, and that caused a smile to slowly form on her face. It was cute, very cute. "Oh, Oh I wouldn't want to keep it," her face turned bright red again and a few more flowers popped up in her hair. She clenched her fists to stop herself from reaching up to remove them. Frederick made a sound at her side that sounded a bit like a chortle and she took a moment to give a half hearted glare at the golden dog.

She turned back to Charlie. "I think somewhere in there you were trying to ask when I'd be available-" she stopped, eyes wide, "I mean-to paint I meant. When you could... yeah. Anytime, really. I mean, not anytime but most times..."

((lol these two cannot converse hahaha)))

[Charlie Webster]

Charlie pressed his lips together as he kept staring into the ocean. His cheeks reddened as Accalia seemed to tease him a bit. Dakota might be proud of me right now. The thought just passed through his head right at that exact moment. Of course his older sister would be proud he was talking to girls and kinda asking out on a date. Was using Accalia as a model really a date?

He glanced over at her to see her glare down at her dog. He felt like he missed something between them before she looked up at him. His face reddened a bit more as she stuttered out words. Great. Just great. Pull yourself together. he thought to himself before he took a deep breath. "Tomorrow?" he asked as his voice cracked a bit. He coughed before he straightened up. "Tomorrow after lunch good? I can meet you... I can meet you at the art cabin."

(I know and I completely love it lol)

[Accalia Phillips]

Tomorrow. "Yeah, I can do that," she said, her eyes seemed unable to close for a few moments as she spoke. What the heck was she supposed to wear to something like that? She decided not to ask but... she may as well let a few flowers grow in her hair, since that seemed to be the point.

"I'll see you then, then, Charlie?" then, then. She mentally face palmed herself before extending a hand out to him for an incredibly awkwardly timed handshake. She almost pulled her hand back, but she had already extended it so the idea was already out there.

[Charlie Webster]

Tomorrow he thought to himself as he started to panic internally. What was he going to have her do? What paints would he bring out? Should he wear nice clothes to paint in. There were so many unanswered questions that he would most likely go to his siblings with. But she agreed. That was the major hurdle right?

He smiled sheepishly at her before he noticed she had extended a hand out to him. He reached out and shook her hand. "Yeah," he said with his voice almost croaking on him. "I'll see you then. Tomorrow. After lunch. See ya." He quickly let go of her hand and stuck his hands in his pockets as he hastily walked away from her trying to figure out what he needed to do in preparation for tomorrow.