date with the devil ( rowan )

[maddison]

Maddison had never before attended a dance. Camp Jupiter had presented the opportunity once or twice before, but the first time she had been too busy to go, and the second time, well, she had decided that it was just too depressing to go. After all, she hadn't had a date, and it wasn't as if there were too many people there that wanted to talk to her anyhow. No, so instead she had ventured off to San Francisco that evening, a place where she didn't feel the need to be as horrible as she typically was at camp. They didn't know her out there so what was the point in keeping up with her hateful appearance? Well, okay, so she had potentially snapped at one or two people, but it had been rightfully deserved. Aside from them though, she played the role of perfectly polite.

She wouldn't follow up in that role again tonight of course though, considering she would, in fact, be attending the Camp's Valentine's Day dance. Her uncle Cupid had arranged it, and had even gone to the lengths of pairing everyone with a date-and while usually that would deter her even more, this time it didn't. Her designated date actually wasn't too horrific of a choice the more she thought about it. Rowan Northwood. Nice enough to look at, and more importantly, she wasn't likely to to chew him up and spit him back out in little tiny pieces (and that couldn't be said for a lot of people in the camp). He certainly wasn't the most talkative of people, a plus, and the things he did say didn't fall under the classification of moronic, another plus. In fact, the few times that she had made conversation with him, it had been rather amusing. They'd even developed a mutually beneficial system of betting. Betting based, of course, on the gossip and misfortune of other people at Camp-but she obviously didn't care, and apparently neither did he.

She had to wonder though, if he shared the same feelings about her company, or if he was potentially dreading this night. Honestly, she very secretly hoped he wasn't because truth was...Maddison Petroski was rather excited over the idea of a dance, and for once she didn't want to be responsible for someone else's miserable night. When she was so giddy over the matter, the idea of her being the reason he was the opposite would be quite the damper (but hey, it wouldn't be entirely unexpected). Still, regardless of what he may or may not have been thinking, she had still put every last little bit of effort into getting ready for the dance. Her hair was curled to perfection and then neatly swept up in a bun, her lips were painted a darker pink color, and there was a sweep of glittered eyeshadow over her eyes. Then that was not to mention that she'd redone both her toenails and her nails to compliment her dress-an expensive, white ruched dress. Spritzing a last little bit of sweet floral perfume (floral, because she assumed at least a legacy of Ceres could appreciate that), she had to work to suppress an unusually bubbly smile before exiting her barracks-a slight bounce in her step.

Maddi was going to a dance..she was going to a dance! If she were more like Clare she would have been likely to revel in it out loud in a singsong voice, but even at this level of excitement-she couldn't bring herself to do that in public. A number of people were already giving her sideways glances as she arrived at the dance with something that looked suspiciously like a smile on her lips. Fiddling with the hem of her dress almost nervously, Maddison took up a position on the outskirts of the dance. He wouldn't actually just not show up, would he? Chewing at her lip slightly out of habit, Maddi silently debated whether or not he might, glancing up at the crowd of demigods every so often to check for her supposed date. Lost cause? She wasn't sure quite yet.




tag ;; Rowan
word count ;; 687
dress ;; clickeh
note ;; the most anyone will ever see of cute Maddi

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[rowan]

Social events were always something of an oddity for Rowan. He obviously was an introverted guy by nature and honestly didn’t get invited out much. Part of that was probably his fault for avoiding any sort of company he considered bothersome, which counted more Romans than he cared to admit aloud. He wasn’t particularly anti] social, but like many of his Ceres brethren, he rather preferred the company of fresh air and plant life to the loud bumbling that came with being in a camp full of teenagers hopped up on violent energy and a bunch of hormones. It just didn’t speak to him. But every once in a while, Rowan developed strange, irrational urges to try new things.

So when he heard there was a Valentines dance being thrown by everyone’s favorite local love god, he surprised himself by allowing his name to be put into the dating pool. He had to admit that he’d never been to a dance before with a date, as lame as that sounded. In fact, he’d only actually been to one dance ever in his life before this one had come up, and it was because he’d decided that they best way to get to understand some of the confusing campers that sometimes plagued him was to attempt to observe them during a leisure activity that didn’t involve them being pressured into aggressive roles. His scientific mind hypothesized that perhaps he’d be able to learn some of the social ways that eluded him if he decided to give it a shot. Well, he had and it hadn’t been a total disaster, but it really hadn’t taught him much either, except Roman dances served excellent punch, the food was not too bad, dancing these days meant grinding obscenely to some people, and camp relationships could be like soap operas. He’d probably counted at least fifteen girls who fled the scene in tears, presumably to commiserate in the bathroom, or so he’d heard.

So, dances were not actually a very engaging social experience if one didn’t immerse themselves in it by having someone to share it with, who you could talk to by default. Which was why he decided to step out of his comfort zone and seek a date. For the time it took Cupid to finalize the list, Rowan was mentally biting his nails because he admitted to himself that he was afraid he’d be paired with someone… Excessively outgoing. So, as strange as many campers probably found it, he was actually incredibly relieved when he found out his date was none other than Maddi. He understood somewhat that he had a privileged position with her that meant that he didn’t face the wrath of her more savage side that he’d heard rumors about, such that he sometimes wondered if others exaggerated about her. Sure, he could see that she certainly had a bite, but most of the time he realized that he’d be likely to feel similarly in the situations that seemed to raise her ire. He just simply wasn’t wired to react in the same way. So far, his interactions had been more entertaining than anything, and he hoped that tonight would turn out similarly pleasant for the both of them.

Dressed in finery that he secretly felt that he belonged in more often than he had occasion to wear, Rowan checked himself in the barrack mirror again and proceeded to tie his forest green tie around his neck. He gave it a couple of adjustments before he slid his tan vest on , followed by a tuxedo coat in a rich, deep brown that matched the pants. He adjusted his hair a little bit until he felt satisfied, then briskly left through the door, a pink silken ribbon in hand. Just outside he stopped by his extensive garden, seeking out the flowers he’d coaxed into growing for the last two days and took a dozen large, pink lilies in bloom and tied them together with the ribbon he’d brought with. Once done, he swept off towards the venue, feeling a little bit of excitement in his stomach, which he expressed by pushing some energy into the flowers to coax them to become just a little more lustrous. From what he knew of Maddi, she seemed to really like pink, so he hoped his token to her wouldn’t be taken negatively. He’d find out momentarily as he entered the venue and skirted around the crowd, finding the lovely blonde a little ways away. As he approached her, he really had to admit to himself that she looked rather gorgeous. In greeting, he held the bouquet to her and said, “I hope you haven’t been waiting long?”

Tag: Maddi!
Word Count: 760
Outfit: Here, just imagine a green tie
Notes: o.o I might've squeed a little. Maddi is kind of really adorable.

[maddison]

Catching a glimpse of her date making his appearance for the evening, Maddison subconsciously straightened up and brushed off the front of her dress-as if it could possibly have gathered any wrinkles or dust on it within those few minutes. No doubt she already looked perfect-hell, she looked perfect all of the time thanks to her grandmother-but some small part of her was still fretting over every last little detail. Not only was she extremely detail oriented on any given day, but she was also feeling a little on edge for the night. While she was aware that technically this was an arranged date, and Rowan probably wouldn't have picked her for his date if given the option, it was still a date, nonetheless. Something which she hadn't had in an impressively long time so yeah, the prospect was a curiously exciting to her. So much so that she'd even cut him slack for arriving after her-when anyone with common sense should have known that the guy was expected to arrive before the girl. Maybe it was just her fellow Romans in general that lacked proper social etiquette, and not just the other legacy.

"Not at all, just got here actually,

[/color]" Maddison shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, a small genuine smile sneaking onto her lips. A smile which only widened a little more (and even looked suspiciously like it was accompanied by a rouge blush in her cheeks) as the boy held out a bouquet of flowers for her. Lilies, even. Points to him for straying away from the overused roses. Not that they weren't lovely enough, but once again, overused. And anything overused was by default, tacky. "You know..you didn't have to get me anything, right? I wouldn't have stabbed you with a nail file, or an eyelash curler or whatever, contrary to popular belief..[/color]" Maddi trailed off, realizing after a second how paranoid that could have sounded. Like there was no possible explanation for him to bring her flowers aside from trying to evade her notorious wrath. No, no, he couldn't just bring her flowers because he was being nice, now could he? Gods, Mads, you sound crazy, she chided herself. Though she supposed it wasn't a completely illogical conclusion if it really had been that long since someone had been openly nice to her (and vice versa).

"And what I meant by that was...thanks,[/color]" She finally managed, accepting the flowers and breathing in the fresh scent. Yeah, okay, so those Ceres descendants knew what they were doing, she'd admit. Perhaps someday they'd all have professions as florists-at least when Valentine's Day came around each year they'd be raking in a profit.

Making a slight face, Maddi tucked the bouquet gently under her arm and reached forward, fiddling slightly with Rowan's tie until it was straight and tied 'perfectly' (by Maddi's standards anyhow). Though she had to give him credit that aside from the slightly skewed tie, he looked pretty damn handsome. He had that sort of hot and nerdy look going for him that even she could appreciate. "There,[/color]" She muttered, pulling back her hands without so much as an apology for her invasion of his personal space. Obviously an apology would be asking too much of her-after all, she had already said the dreaded 'thanks' once tonight, she couldn't go getting too polite in the presence of people. That just simply wouldn't work.

"So..there's the dance or dinner. I don't really know which you'd rather, but I figured you could pick..Or I suppose we could always ditch, if you don't want to be here, I mean.[/color]" Or be seen with the camp bitch, either or.




tag ;; Rowan
word count ;; 612
dress ;; clickeh
note ;; <3 CUTE MADDI IS SO FUN. FYI. Rowan really is a hot nerd. And just adorable too.

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