Chapter Text
Mind sat cross legged in his tent, he could not wrap his actions in a facade he was attempting to construct to no avail. the tent itself draped around mind, the barely comforting fabric that flowed around his own living quarters in an odd fashion, as did everything. Apollo knew that literally he would be hidden from view, but the others would already know his location, being its own tent. in hindsight the action was out of less considerable looming fear of the two, even if more so Juno telling Soul about any action deemed unsavory by the host's odd notion of 'rules' instated was his only problem with the emotional other, Mind knew he couldnt remain here, though in complete honesty, where else was there to hide? so he remained complacent in his actions. it didnt take long for the angel like frame of the Heart to push his head through the opening of the tent, keeping it open with one of her wings.
("morning mind")
the moons tone was as usual-friendly-but slightly vacant. he was real, one of the only things, though he was always odd. Didnt come to be an issue other than a small shiver down minds back.. so, often overlooked.
["Good morning, Artemis."]
The logical side's reply was slightly curt. Mind lifted himself from the floor, heart seemingly automatically offering his hand, mind ignored it, standing on his own. Heart gave a polite smile, moving its hand to its pockets.
("well uhm, ill be outside!")
they pushed the opening of the tent with their wing once more, and in a swift second the opening just swayed from the movement and breeze. mind continued to stand for a moment, rather mentally perparing themself, though apollo internally called it 'acessing'. they pushed the waving entrance aside, entering a larger part of land, it was grassy with rocks and trees. Apollo found his way to the cooking station, that.. was his job.. if apollo were to be straight for a second, staring at the odd faces of the apparent other 'followers' was terrifying, something always wrong, blurry or distorted. Juno had apparently never noticed to the Sun's amusement. xe sat at their station for now, having no real intention to participate in cooking for.. those.. *things.*—of course, he had to, but, not currently. he fiddled with a spare utensil in his hands, before setting it down. whatever. ill cook for.. these.. 'followers', he mocked the word internally.
oh.
there was no food, not currently.. when was the last time the host had gone to retrive food..? apollo let out a slight sigh. The soul would be out any minute, probably no need to fret.. speak of the devil, (and he hath come) soul popped out of his tent, the mind had found him off-putting. The phyche looked around for a minute before eyeing mind and walking over, voids movement odd, steps to fast, moving in inhuman smooth type way. apollo attempted some half witted polite smile. soul had its usual way to wide smile plastered on their face.
{"greetings apollo"}
ew. mind wasnt to sure as to whether soul was creepy intentionally or was just naturally weird. mind didnt bother with pleasantries, knowing damn well he did not want to participate in some odd conversation about harmonia, or anything of the sort.
["We're out of food, Soul."]
Soul took a minute, glancing between where the usual food suply would belong, and Mind. before nodding in understanding, they were probably to greet heart before leaving.
{"thank you for telling me, Mind"}
Mind waved off the thanks with their hand, looking away in a forced participation of expression. it still felt the stare of the pyche on it. goosebumps spread up his back, turning back to the soul as if they were about to attack him, the soul was still just standing there. technically soul had looked this way for the entire time he had known him, but there was some underlying thought that atlas had not always appeared this way.. hair too long and too skinny. it made the soul look fragile, but terrifying in its own way.
["Soul..?"]
Soul slightly turned their head, a hum of question, stare still needle like.
{"yes?"}
mind cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable.
["You're.. Staring."]
souls expression subtely changed, more.. mind wasnt that good with emotions.. concern? or confusion? whatever it was, it did not reflect in his voice.
{"oh, i am? apologies."}
mind forced a akward smile, but their eyebrows still slightly furrowed.
["Well, no issues here."]
souls usual smile returned, not bothering to respond before turning, moving away towards.. wherever they went to get stuff, Apollo never bothered to ask- or really check, for that matter.. Atlas always varied with how long he would take, so the sun sat down once more, crossing both his legs and arms.
Time to wait..