imnana-demigod:

Nana frowned when her assumptions were confirmed. The one person she really didn’t want to see had been going to the same school with her all this time? “What are the odds…” she muttered under her breath before raising her voice slightly and directing her next words to him, “I guess we’re on the same boat with the whole demigod thing, Himchan. Who’s son are you, anyway?” 

After asking her question, she realized that the both of them had been blocking the narrow hallway. They were not only preventing their classmates from getting to their dorms, they were also drawing attention to themselves. She sighed before picking up her plant and making her way towards her dorm. She looked back at him for a moment before tilting her head in the direction of her room, indicating him that he should follow her. 

“Tell me about it,” Himchan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Poseidon, I’m a son of Poseidon. What’re you lookin’ at?” His gaze followed hers to see the small group of people trying to get past them. Eavesdroppers, he smiled politely at the students and followed Nana down the halls. Just before they were a good distance away, Himchan threw a sneer over his shoulder.

His steps became heavy and careless, a small stomp coming from his feet with every step. Nana wouldn’t take him to her room so she could stab him, would she? Their fights were explosive and immature back then, and he didn’t want that to pick up where they left off. “What do you want to talk about?”

luna-demigod:

Luna sat in the nearly empty classroom, trying to comprehend completely how she’d gotten there. As far as she knew, she’d been walking to class, when all of a sudden a large blue water balloon came hurtling at her, smacking her dead in the face. The few muttered ‘sorry’s and ‘are you okay’s got lost under her high-pitched scream. She hated water. She hated the feeling of being soaked. She took 5-minute showers, and she still hated it. And now she was sitting in detention, which she also hated, seeing as how she’d never gotten detention in her life. Whoever this kid was, he was going to pay.

She had a deadly smile on her face, thinking of all the poisonous fruits she could send flying through his window, when she saw him looking at her through the corner of her eye. He muttered an apology and gave her a small smile. Luna sighed, squeezing the water out of her hair. No matter how mad she was, she still wasn’t much of a fighter.

“It’s all right, I guess. Who were you aiming at anyway?”

Himchan cringed. That smile on Luna’s face was all too wide, it resembled the Cheshire Cat and it scared the living daylights out of him. Something about her screamed bloody murder at that very moment. Father forbid that she’s a son of Zeus.. He mentally winced, his biggest fear. The thought of being shocked and turning into human bacon was simply lovely. Absorbed in his thoughts, Himchan blinked when he realized that he didn’t respond to Luna’s question.

“Yongguk. Bang Yongguk. Thought it was him, turned out to be another son of Poseidon and you were in the wa—” His gaze met hers for a moment before he heard the teacher step back into the room and hush him, and Himchan would swear he saw the spit hurling at him. Biting back and indignant comment about the teacher, he turned to Luna and mouthed to her, ‘grab a snack later?’.

(Source: himchan-demigod)

krystal-demigod:

Sorry.. 

Heh, got you there, didn’t I? 

(Source: himchan-demigod)

krystal-demigod:

Oh yeah? I can do that to. :p

… ANG. -completely regrets doing that and sulks-

(Source: himchan-demigod)

imnana-demigod:

Nana pulled away from him and put the flower pot down before anything happened to it. She knew how explosive their fights had gotten in the past and with her new found powers, who knew what would happen. 

She crossed her arms and looked up at him, “What are you doing here,” she repeated warily. In the back of her mind she knew exactly why he was here but would not let herself believe it until she heard it from his own mouth. 

Himchan gulped and stepped away. He knew that Nana’s silence and rather dramatic movements would mean that something was up. Eyes darting around the room, he looked around anywhere, somewhere, so that her could avert his gaze from Nana. ‘Maybe if I could just find something to stall with..’

‘Give it up.’ His mind barked and he instinctively listened, Himchan’s helpless stare connecting with Nana’s. A nervous hand rubbed the back of his neck while he mustered up the most casual smile he could, which ended up turning into some sort of grimace. “I’m a demigod. Shouldn’t I be asking you the same, Jinah?”