Hard Lessons//HERMES

[Briony Lewis]

Brie toyed with her braid as she left the Hermes cabin, on her way to the main hall. He hadn’t told her when to show up, so she had slept as late as she could before finally deciding to face the music. She rolled out of her recently repaired hammock and got dressed, on her way to what she knew was going to be the longest three days of her life.

She had to wonder what he was thinking when he had set the punishment that he had- no doubt he thought spending time with him was the worst thing he could make her do, and in a way, it was. However, she really doubted her knew her well enough to know the real reason that she disliked the idea so much, and why she balked every time he had tried to get close to her. Brie’s fatal flaw was her inability to trust anyone, and in a way, she blamed that on him. Since her mother had died in Katrina, every person Brie trusted came back and slapped her in the face, with the one large exception of Nico. If being downtrodden by humans felt bad, Brie didn’t want to feel the bitchslap that would come from being hit by a god.

Besides, Brie didn’t torture herself by thinking that she mattered to Hermes at all. With all of the kids he had, he definitely didn’t have time for her, and he’d made it pretty clear he didn’t think much of her anyway. Brie didn’t want to be around someone that didn’t want her around as well, and as she made her way to the main cabin, she dragged her feet a little. She was not looking forward to this at all.

She let herself in, looking around. “Hello? I’m here for my tortu- I mean, detention?” She rolled her eyes. “Anyone here?”

[Hermes]

these lazy days are way too long--}

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While he didn't like punishing anyone, much less his children, Hermes knew that it had to be done. That didn't mean that he liked it, though. Hermes sighed and made sure he had everything for when his daughter decided to show up. He supposed that was his fault. After all, he hadn't been specific when it came to the times of the punishment. With Margaret, he specified every night. Maybe he had just assumed Brie would show up early.

Hermes kicked his feet up on his desk and he grabbed his book, burying his nose in it to pass the time. A slight smile was on his face as he read the book. He ever so enjoyed reading Shakespeare's works. The sandy haired god turned the page and glanced up at the door to his 'office' which was just a room that he had dragged a desk into to feel productive. The front door to the main house was in view of the sandy haired god so he would be able to see when or even if Brie showed up.

Displeased and annoyed that Briony hadn't arrived, Hermes went back to his book, reminding himself that he hadn't told her when to be there. It seemed an eternity before his daughter appeared.

"Hello? I'm here for my tortu- I mean, detention? Anyone here?"

Hermes exhaled sharply, marked his spot in his book, kicked his feet down, and stood, walking casually over to the door frame. He leaned against it and looked down at Brie, his expression thoughtful.

"Tomorrow, I want you here at eight a.m.," he stated firmly. "And the next day, eight as well. And technically, it's not a detention because I'm not letting you sit around and stare at the wall. Think of it as... Involuntary Camp Master Internship. That sounds better." Hermes flashed Brie a grin. "Are you ready?"

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and one man in his time plays many parts

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muse: 3OH!3
tag: Brie
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[Briony Lewis]

And suddenly, she wasn’t alone anymore.

Brie tilted her head back, staring up at her father with a blank expression. She didn’t much like the idea of being tied up for three days when she could have been doing something more to her pleasure, but Brie was lying to herself when she tried to say that some very tiny part of her wasn’t somewhat looking forward to spending some time alone with her godly parent. She and Hermes had an up and down relationship- mostly down- and Brie still didn’t quite know what to make of him. Had he not been her father, she was pretty sure that she would have liked him by now, compared to some of the other gods. It was when she tried to figure in her own emotions that Brie began to feel torn.

"Tomorrow, I want you here at eight a.m.”

She shrugged.

"And the next day, eight as well. And technically, it's not a detention because I'm not letting you sit around and stare at the wall. Think of it as... Involuntary Camp Master Internship. That sounds better."

“Internship implies that someday, I might be the one in charge. Not likely to happen.” Brie stated dully, still staring at him. She didn’t seem angry. She didn’t seem upset. She wasn’t quite resigned, either. Brie was a completely blank slate on the outside, but there was a certain glimmer in her eyes that said she wasn’t quite that way on the inside.

"Are you ready?"

She shrugged again. “You’re in charge,” She finally looked away from him, her eyes going around the room. She didn’t spend much time in the main cabin, and she had definitely never been in his office before. She moved past him- very careful that they didn’t touch- and walked around slowly, taking everything in as if she were making a judgment of some sort or other. It was unclear what her final verdict was, but she did stop behind his desk, running her fingers lightly over the spine of the Shakespeare book he had been reading before looking up at him again. “I didn’t peg you for a Shakespeare fan,” she said finally.

[Hermes]

these lazy days are way too long--}

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Hermes rolled his eyes as Brie spoke. "I'm well aware of what internship means, child. Hence, involunatry. And there is always a possibility that you will take over after me. Always. It might be miniscule but it's still there." He smiled down at the girl and frowned when she shrugged after he asked if she was ready.

The god watched his daughter carefully as she moved past him and into his office. It was almost like she'd never seen it before but then again, that wouldn't be too surprising because Hermes didn't like to be in his office with any of the campers for fear of them messing something up. His eyes followed Brie as she walked around and he took a step forward when she touched his book, ready to herd her from the room.

"I didn't peg you for a Shakespeare fan," she said and Hermes couldn't help but laugh at her words. No one ever did, did they? His father probably knew he loved Shakespeare and both his uncles were also probably well aware but no many other people knew how much he liked the playwrite.

With a gentle smile, Hermes said, "I love his works. Julius Ceasar," he motion to the book currently on his desk, "is actually my favourite although Hamlet is a close second." The sandy haired messanger clapped his hands together twice and stepped into the hall, motioning toward the front door. "Alright, let's hop to it. We have a long day ahead of us. We need to go watch archery practice to see how well they're doing, examine the forges, make sure the armory is put together proper and isn't a mess, clean up the greenhouses if there's any trash, clean up the lake, check on supper," he glanced toward his office, trying to remember what else needed done that day, "oh, and we need to make sure Margaret did her punishment last night." He pushed open the door and looked at Brie expectantly. "Come on, then, to the greenhouses since they'e closer!"

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and one man in his time plays many parts

note: clothes
muse: Serious Moonlight
tag: Brie
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[Briony Lewis]

"I'm well aware of what internship means, child. Hence, involunatry. And there is always a possibility that you will take over after me. Always. It might be miniscule but it's still there."

“I’m not a god,” she said flatly, looking up at him. Her brown eyes seemed depthless, her demeanor brooding. I’m not divine, and I’m not special, she added silently. I’m not your precious Luke.

She felt his eyes following her, but she took her time in her examination. She felt like each item she came across might unlock the key to understanding her father, and Brie had to admit that, at least to herself, she really wanted to. She had given up on the anger she had felt for him for abandoning her- at least, a little bit- but she still didn’t know how to relate to him. There were times she wondered if they were related at all.

"I love his works.Julius Ceasar is actually my favourite although Hamlet is a close second.”

“Macbeth,” she blurted out, then blushed, removing her hand from the book. “Macbeth is my favorite.” Way to go, Brie, she chastised herself darkly. Always trying to make friends with the dog that’ll bite your hand.

"Alright, let's hop to it. We have a long day ahead of us. We need to go watch archery practice to see how well they're doing-“

“Terrible.”

”-examine the forges-“

“Still standing.”

”-make sure the armory is put together proper and isn't a mess-“

“It’s always a mess.”

”-clean up the greenhouses if there's any trash-“

“We have greenhouses?”

”-clean up the lake-“

“Can we just not?” Brie didn’t like water, and she didn’t trust her father enough to be around him near it. Water reminded her too much of the hurricane.

”-check on supper,"

That, however, brought a tentative smile to Brie’s face, and a stirring of interest- though she didn’t seem to notice she was showing any emotion. “Supper?” It wasn’t the food that had Brie’s interest, but the idea of being near it while it was being cooked.

"oh, and we need to make sure Margaret did her punishment last night."

“She did,” Brie answered absently, her mind still on food.

"Come on, then, to the greenhouses since they'e closer!"

“Awesome,” Brie said sarcastically, coming around the desk and walking past him, careful not to touch him. Let her day of torture begin.