Nothing Left to Say

Jackson Delta had been walking along from his archery training, well, not exactly training....but he was going from there to the beach where he loved to go every afternoon after his practice, to think about his girlfriend. He and Cassie had been dating for a few months though, but in the last week she had been absent and well, he was slightly concerned about them. Then, as he went down the path to the sand he saw her, the girl of his dreams, the child of ice. He pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes and ran over, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey Cassie" he said as he slowed down once he got to her, panting a little bit as he flashed his white smile at her. It ha simply been too long since they had been together, though he resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her: she seemed a little distant, more so than usual.

"Hi, Cassie."

The sentence kept repeating itself in Cassiopeia's mind even after the source stopped speaking. She silently cursed. Were the Fates trying to make her suffer? Her attempts to be at peace seemed to fail, apparently. Gosh, all she wanted was to have some quiet, peaceful time for herself--was that too much?

Cassiopeia sighed and turned around to see the greeter, hoping that the person who greeted her wasn't the one in her mind, for she recognized the voice. Her hope, sadly, was not fulfilled.

Forcing a smile, she answered shortly, "Hi."

The person was Jackson Delta--a son of Apollo, a friendly camper, her boyfriend, the source of her trouble.


OOC: I will not be here till December 31, so if you are willing to wait, I would thank you. If not, it is fine! Thanks!

Jackson sat down beside her, listening for the pleasant sound of the waves lapping along the ocean shore, the sun high as it could be around this time in December. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while" he replied with a sparkling smile. His blonde hair was combed back, showing his bright blue eyes and his perfect, acne free face.

He was hoping Cassie and him were still together, after the trip he had taken her on last year, he wanted to be sure that she still liked him, she was so...perfect, even if she could be a bit cold.

Sea-gulls cackled overhead, diving and flying, gliding across the beach and picking at scraps of a picnic some demigods had left out on the beach. He smiled, watching the sea foam crest the waves, sliding along the wet sand and drawing back again, occasionally giving a sea she'll onto the shores of the camp from the sound.

Cassiopeia felt a storm brewing in her head. A part of her wanted to be alone so badly that it yelled at her to think of a way to get rid of Jackson as fast as possible, while another part of her thought that the idea was just too rude and suggested her that she should be nice to him instead—he was her boyfriend, after all.

But no, it was much more complicated than choosing an action from a set of options.

Cassiopeia had began to question her relationship with the Apollo camper.

Jackson was really, a very nice guy. He was polite and kind. He took care of her and tried his best to cherish her mood. And not to mention that he had such a sweet smile. Jackson Delta was a perfect guy...but that was not the problem. Cassiopeia, due to her heritage, would always be a girl with a cold heart, a girl that can’t like people easily. But yet, when Jackson asked her not long after they met, Cassiopeia nodded her head and said yes. That action had surprised her, and now, as she thought about it once more, she began to doubt herself. What was she thinking when she said the magic word? Did she took the right decision? Was he the one? Did she truly love him? Did he truly love her?

Gah, the situation had become too complicated even for her to handle.

She looked up and forced a smile. “I’m...I’m fine, Jackson. But right now, I just want to be alone.”

Jackson paled, his mind racing when he heard what she had said. Over the years he had learned that when a woman asked to be alone, it was not a good thing, and now Jackson was really worried. Was she doubting the relationship? Seeing someone else? Sick? The reasons for her actions were various, but the only reasons Jackson could think about were the negative. His eyes were wide and shined with his fear, but he moved his hands to brush his hair, and also the water beginning at the corner of his eyes.

"Oh, ok....that's fine" He said, the smile lost on his face as he looked over the daughter of ice and snow. "Is....is it something about us...?" He asked hesitantly, wanting to know if it was them, if he had done something wrong or perhaps she just didn't feel interest in him anymore.

His fingers played on his guitar neck, nervously tapping the strings, though no sound emitted from his wooden instrument. He glanced away from Cassie, looking out into the sound of Long Island, wondering if perhaps this could be a good thing, like she was thinking of what to get him for a holiday or something...whatever it was, he was nervous about it...and his body language showed the fear and the nervousness as he anxiously played with random bits of his guitar, tightening then loosening the strings, tapping the wood, messing with the base pegs and such.

The few seconds that passed after he spoke until she opened her mouth were agonizing, each tick of his watch like a stab to his chest, every one deeper than the one before, jabbing the son of Apollo.

Cassiopeia looked at Jackson.

She found it funny that he was able to guess what was in her mind quite easily although judging from his expression, Jackson, in Cassiopeia’s opinion, was utterly shocked. His awkward movement, his scared eyes, and his reply were more than enough to show that he was nervous and scared. For some people, it might be a good sign, since it was clear that Cassiopeia was doing just right—she was keeping her boyfriend on his toes—but could she even consider him as a boyfriend, now that her mind was confused, partly broken, and jam-packed with desperate thoughts? She shocked her head, mad at the headache she’d just gotten.

Gah, this was exactly why she wanted him to leave her alone.

“You seem to know my core problem pretty fast, Jackson Delta,” she said, staring at him with her cold eyes.

Jackson noticed his cold eyes and gulped, chilled to the bone. "I....I guess..." He played with his hands nervously as he watched her. "What....what's the problem.,.?" He asked, not knowing what it could possibly be unless she had given up on him. He had always done all that he could for her and now this one scenario, one he had never even thought of was throwing snow in his face. "Is it something I did wrong...?" He asked, still acting very nervous and scared...yeah, scared was right. Cassie was the only person he considered to be friend, to be close to him. He thought about Ohio, all the time they had spent together and the wonderful times.. But now a revolution was occurring, and Jackson was as confused and disoriented as her.

Cassiopeia tried to keep herself calm. A part of her wanted to burst out and attack Jackson so that he would run and she would be alone while another part of her told her to keep her anger at the lowest level and just cope with all of this...exhausting and frustrating thing. Oh, if only she could do that! Her mind was at its most fragile state—she was having a serious headache and Jackson’s question didn’t help her to be at least a little bit relaxed. She needed a time for herself. Only for herself. Why couldn’t he see that in her eyes?

“Look,” she said, “You didn’t do something wrong. I mean, you’re great, but I don’t really feel...gah, I can’t explain it, okay? I just wanted a time for myself, to rethink it all. Now, if you would excuse me—“

Cassiopeia stood up and started to walk away.

Jackson nodded, understanding her and sighed. "Alright...." He kept his eyes to the sand and didn look up, his fingers tapping out a few strums on his guitar until they became a familiar tune to the son of Apollo. He stopped his playing soon enough though, his music hadn't helped and now he just had to endure the length if time Cassie needed with a heavy heart. He perked his head up suddenly as he heard another female vice and glanced to the source.

He recognized her immedianty as the leader of the khione cabin, Lakisha. He had never actually spoken to her, but had seen her numerous times and knew that he shouldn't say anything now, a sibling of his had advised that. He watched the two of them however, two children of ice. Glancing at his watch he wondered how long the wait would go on...how long he would wait to know the outcome...

"Watch your step," the daughter of Khione said as Cassiopeia fell to the ground. "Are you alright?"

Her right arm seemed bruised, but the wound was superficial -- it was only sand after all. Lakisha waited for Cassiopeia to get back on her feet and gave her a smile with just a hint of warmth in it. Like +1°Celsius warm rather than -26°Celsius. She couldn't do any warmer -- hey, she's a child of ice and snow.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," she said in her well-modulated voice, not even looking at the child of Apollo. He was not worthy of her attention. "I wanted to tell you privately about something, if that is alright with you."

ooc: Meeps, short post D:

Jackson turned when he heard the scream and started to get up to rub and check on her when he heard lakisha and saw that she had Cassie in capable hands. He sighed and looked back at the sand below him, thinking to himself. Should he have let her go? Was she coming back? He didn't know but all he could do was wait and find out.

Cassie came back up, wiping the sand off her clothes and arms. She bruised her right feet, but the damage was insignificant. She, fortunately, was quite unharmed.

"I'm fine, thank you," she told Lakisha, standing straight.

She was curious about what the older daughter of Khione wanted to talk about. It was not like Lakisha to ask things from people, she was too self-sufficient to admit she needed anything from anybody.

Cassie hoped nothing bad had happened.

But Lakisha was smiling... not a common sight. Her smile even seemed a bit warmer - no, sorry, less cold - than usual.

She took a glance at Jackson, silently smiling. That Apollo camper looked absolutely scared and nervous. Did the nervousness mean that he really cared for their relationship? Another thought came into her mind. Jackson didn’t come to her aid when she fell down...did it show that he didn’t care for her? Cassiopeia shook her head and sighed. He probably did care for her...but she was determined to know whether he really cared for her or not before she took any further steps regarding their...relationship. She would do it sometime later. Not now, but later.

"Sure," Cassie replied as she started walking with Lakisha, away from Jackson. "What is it?"

OOC: I was kinda hoping that Jackson would come to Cassie’s aid so that we can at least go with the original plot before Cassiopeia left, but well, the posts are still good enough. Thank you for RP-ing, Zach. It was (can I call this RP exciting?) unique.

OOC: I was planning on him walking over on this post. But I guess not.

Cassiopeia almost slipped—again.

She stared at Lakisha for a couple of seconds, all of her coldness and icy attitudes forgotten. They had somewhat replaced by a clump full of mixed feelings—Cassiopeia was shocked, nervous and happy at the same time.

Shaking her head to get out of the trance, Cassiopeia walked faster. She soon was walking beside the senior counselor of Cabin number 34, the daughter of Khione, her most respected half-sibling. “You’re sure?” she said. “You want me to go with you?”

“Second in command?”

Cassiopeia was utterly speechless. She tried her best to keep herself calm and cold—the action a proper child of Khione should take—but the words that came out from her half-sibling’s mouth completely left her shocked. She’s respected Lakisha Bellamy for ages, and there was no reason for Cassiopeia to dislike her.

Having placed in one cabin with Lakisha was a good thing. Receiving an invitation from her was truly a memorable experience. And being her second in command was an honor.

“I—I thank you,” Cassiopeia said, looking at Lakisha. “And yes, skiing would be nice. I’ve always wanted to have a holiday with my siblings as well. Thanks for inviting me.”