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flameseongjae:

“Yeah?” He breathed a sigh of relief. “I was worried I might annoy you,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Seongjae nodded, looking thoughtful, before sighing with a soft hum. “It’s weird to think we age and they don’t. And, I mean… that we have so many half-siblings we don’t know about. It’s kind of… Do they even love our mortal parent? Or do they just have some super-god-dick that impregnates women wildly? Or super-god-vagina that sucks up - you know - uh - stuff - really well?” He shook his head. “These questions bug me at night,” he said sheepishly.

Seongjae simply watched him as he laughed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at him with pure adoration. His head was swimming, chest swelling with affection, and he was really having trouble trying to understand that he had found his first real crush, his first friend in middle school - and it had been in the most magical of places, a camp where he was surrounded by demigods for fuck’s sake. And he, himself, was one! It didn’t surprise him that Clyde was one. There was always something other-worldly about the smaller man, something not-quite-human about the way even the smallest of smiles on his face could be as warm and blinding as the sun. Must be an Apollo-kid thing, he thought. Seongjae moved his hand to card through the mint-green on top of his head, equally as soft as the other’s hands in his. “You should laugh more often. I like it when you laugh,” he said quietly, eyes warm and earnest as he met his gaze. It didn’t matter to him that his laugh didn’t quite sound like anything, that it was more silent gasps and gums showing - it was warm and it felt like summer when Clyde was happy. “I’ve been here for about six months now. I guess we’ll have to find a way to get you out of your cabin somethings, then, huh? Or maybe find me a way inside yours. We have, what, six years? Sixish years of anime marathons and cuddles to catch up on?”

“you’re not annoying me.” he could’ve just shaken his head in response to that, but he felt the need to type down what he actually wanted to say, wanting to reassure him that it was very okay with him. clyde scrunched up his face at the questions the other was asking, not very pleased to hear about godly private parts. “okay, not gonna answer those. but the sibling thing... it’s so weird. i have a younger sister, avi, and she’s... i don’t know. it feels like she’s my sister, but we look nothing alike. she’s ginger, for fuck’s sake.” he chuckled.

clyde let himself relax, and leaned into the touch of seongjae’s hand that ran through his hair. “i always have to stop myself. it hurts my throat.” he responded simply, showing a tiny and sort of sad smile. “unless you call that silent ugly wheeze a laugh, then sure.” he tried to joke. he was awful at this, talking about himself. nothing was ever about him. clyde lives his life being dependent of himself, and even with adoptive parents who cared about him a lot, he felt the need to not be a burden. he always cared more about others than he did about himself, that’s why it felt weird to be talking about himself.

“six months is an awfully long time for us not to run into each other.” he stated, still surprised that they reunited just today. clyde grinned, shaking his head in amusement. “oh, yeah. definitely. i feel offended that we had that long of a period without watching something together.”

#seongjae

flameseongjae:

“Sorry,” he said, cheeks tinting lightly, smiling back goofily at him. “I’m sure you remember my penchant for rambling,” he added, gaze flickering out to the lake with a bashful expression, a ghost of his dimples appearing briefly, before he cleared his throat and turned back to him with wide eyes. “Have you ever… um… met him?” He asked curiously. He, personally, had never met his godly parent, but he knew that a few of the campers had.

Seongjae patted his knee lightly, comfortingly. His ears picked up on the quiet, barely audible chuckle from the other - he only heard it because he was quiet, because the only other sound in the air around them was the water slapping gently against the shore. In fact, Seongjae knew that if he hadn’t been listening so carefully, he wouldn’t have heard the semblance of a chuckle from the mute, and he wondered if Clyde’s voice really was gone for good. Surely, if he could make even the slightest of sounds, there was some kind of potential that he could hear his voice again one day? But Seongjae pushed those feelings down - no doubt, Clyde would have already tried everything possible, and he knew it wasn’t his place to try and impose like that, especially since he didn’t even know the full story. Seongjae relaxed slightly at his friend’s easy response, feeling better knowing that it was just a joke. “Umm… y-yeah - you - you thrive t-too, yeah?” He said awkwardly, not entirely sure how to respond, simply allowing a nervous grin to overtake his face. “Straight Jae was straight up a jackass. I can’t believe how many girls he led on,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Seongjae was fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket, eyes trained on his fingers, still feeling a little bit embarrassed, but feeling Clyde hesitantly reaching over and pulling him back made him relax completely, shuffling in closer again. “Okay,” he whispered, leaning against him and resting his head on his shoulder, hesitantly dropping one arm onto Clyde’s leg, fingers brushing against his knee as he settled in comfortably. “This is okay?” He doubled checked, looking up at him through his eyelashes, a small smile playing on his lips.

“i don’t mind it, though.” he answered almost immediately, as fast as he could type. he didn’t want to make the other feel bad for a habit he had; that was the last thing he wanted to do. clyde didn’t answer for a moment, looking like he was in thought as he stared at the lake. then a little, faint smile appeared on his lips and he nodded. “only once. he was pretty cool and dorky. looked like a nineteen year old, though. it’s weird seeing your dad look around the same age as you.”

his awkward responses to his jokes were killing him that he couldn’t stop help the silent but slightly wheezy laugh. clyde cleared his throat and settled for smiling instead. it then turned into a softer one when the other boy leaned against him and he nodded in response, one of his hands moving to ruffle seongjae’s hair. “how long have you even been at camp for exactly? i can’t believe i haven’t run into you at all.” he typed as fast as he could with one hand, which wasn’t really a problem he wasn’t used to. “but then again, i barely stay here. and barely leave the cabin, so.” he smiled sheepishly.

#seongjae

flameseongjae:

“I know, I know,” he said, since he had no doubt that anybody would be able to see what a beautiful person Clyde was on the inside and out and would want to be his friend. “But… it’s useful, you know? Sometimes you need advice that you’re too shy to ask other people, and maybe this is just the Hephaestus blood in me, but sometimes just telling all your problems and worries to something like Siri, who won’t judge you but can still talk back, is just… nice? And if we did it right we could make it so it can connect to your phone or something… Some kind of way to make it more portable so that if it breaks again or if you lose it you still have the spare,” he rambled. He grinned and rested his head on Clyde’s shoulder. “So you’re a kid of Apollo, huh? I guess I’m not that surprised, you were always super good in music class and when you really smile, you look like the sun,” he mused. “I like heat and fire. Hephaestus kid thing, I guess.”

He smiled as Clyde visibly relaxed at his words, more than happy that he seemed at ease. “I promise, Clyde,” he murmured, tilting his face so that he could meet his gaze, “I promise that I don’t think any differently of you. You’re still Clyde to me.” At Clyde’s smartass remark, he coughed on air and spluttered, sitting up straight (how ironic) and hitting his chest lightly, his cheeks turning slightly red. He had thought he was being really subtle, with his sly excuse to cuddle in close and just saying what was on his mind as he always had, and he was embarrassed that he had apparently seemed so forward. “I - sh-shut up!” He whined, laughing a little, leaning away from him with his face hiding behind his knees in embarrassment. “Of course it’s the gayest thing I’ve ever sounded to you! This is the gayest I’ve been in my life,” he joked. “I mean, we became friends when I was still figuring stuff out. I only came out a month or two before you left, so of course most of our conversations were when I still thought I was straight,” he pointed out.

clyde was silently watching him, a little smile stuck on his face over how excited the other could get. he felt warm over how caring and invested seongjae had gotten over his device that had become almost like a part of his body. “that sounds cool. but you’re really getting into it right now, calm down.” he wrote with a bit of a wider smile on his face. “i don’t mind if you want to try to make things like that, i’m not gonna stop you.” clyde then nodded at the question about his godly parent. but the fact that he said he’s not surprised, surprised him... pleasantly. most people found clyde intimidating-looking, so apollo would be their last choice when guessing who his dad is. but after all, seongjae knew him before any of this, so it made a little sense.

“thank you.” he wrote, simply, not knowing what else to say other than to be flustered himself. the way seongjae reacted made him want to laugh out loud, but he settled for a quiet chuckle as he watched him. clyde reached an arm out and patted the other’s back. “i was kidding, it’s okay. thrive in your gayness, man.” he joked. “yeah, i can’t believe i had to deal with straight jae that whole time, it was a nightmare.” he pushed it even further, the smile on his face making it obvious that he was only kidding and not being serious at all. clyde then hesitantly reached over, wrapping an arm around the other and pulling him closer to him, as if telling him that it was definitely okay with him.

#seongjae

thegreatkhaled-deactivated20231

Your worst battle is between what you know and what you feel.

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flameseongjae:

Seongjae smiled bashfully and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean exactly like Siri! You’d type to her, not talk to her, duh,” he explained. “Just, like… an AI that has the sentience to chat with you like a friend,” he expanded. He grinned at the invitation and sat down beside him as well, shuffling in close so that their arms and legs were just brushing against each other. “It’s cold. You’re oddly warm,” he mused, using it as an excuse to cuddle in closer to Clyde’s side, his arms wrapped around his knees and drawing them into his chest.

At Clyde’s comment, he raised an eyebrow at the boy. “You’re not that different,” he said, puzzled. “You’re still cute and you still smile the same.” His eyes suddenly flooded with understanding when he realised he was talking about the mute thing. “Oh! Oh, right, the device and stuff… Um… Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter to me. You’ll tell me if you’re ever comfortable and ready to, and I can still understand you just the same. What matters to me is that… I don’t know, you’re safe, I guess? And I hope that you’re happy. I’ve spent seven years wondering where you went, what happened to you… I’m just happy to be with you again.”

“i do have friends, though. i’m not lonely.” he said, which was a bit of a lie. clyde kept his eyes on the water, trying not to laugh or smile at the way the other had shuffled to sit closer to him. how typical of seongjae. “it’s an apollo thing, i guess.” he responded. clyde hesitated whether he should put an arm around him to keep him warm, or if that was too forward after meeting up for the first time in seven years.

clyde was attempting to hide his smile and how flustered he was. again, how typical of seongjae it is to talk to clyde like this. he nodded a little, thankful that the boy was indifferent to his disability. he’d always been afraid people were going to not want to talk to him, having to deal with the hassle of waiting for him to type as quickly as he could. “thank you.” he wrote, the device speaking for him again. he then nudged the other boy and grinned. “this is the gayest you’ve ever sounded while talking to me.”

#seongjae

kiranambani:

Kiran waited patiently until Clyde had gotten all the materials he needed to communicate, watching him scribble something down when he did. He immediately noticed the way he was writing, slowly. Like his arm hurt, or he couldn’t move it properly. Kiran felt even more guilty than he had before, but swallowed it down.

“Lucky bastard, I’ll still be in here while you’re frolicking somewhere around camp.” he joked after reading Clyde’s note. “That’s good though, ‘cause I just.. I’m sorry I got you in here, man.” he said, fidgeting with Clyde’s sheets. “If I’d just remembered that Stygian Iron cures Eidolon possession, or even had realized it was an Eidolon sooner…” he thought out loud, shaking his head a little. He sighed, “I’m sorry you got hurt ‘s all I’m saying.”

“i doubt it. they won’t let me out until i’m completely fine. and i’m sure they’re the same for you, huh?” he wrote again and lifted the piece of paper up to show him. clyde shook his head too, almost immediately when kiran started to apologize. “stop! if anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. i was trying to fight against the eidolon, but it was hard with that piece of shit taking control.” he scribbled a few times, not able to spell a few words right due to the dyslexia every demigod had. “is leah okay?”

#kiran #i didn't see this im sorry !!!

flameseongjae:

“Beckendorf made it?! You’re going to let me touch something that the legendary Charles Beckendorf made?!” He asked, eyes wide with awe. He’d heard all the stories about Beckendorf from his demigod brothers and sisters, and admired him greatly. He could only hope that he could be as good a mechanic as him one day.

His eyes stayed wide as he very gently took it from Clyde’s hands, amazed that his old friend would trust him with it, especially after hearing that it was only recently fixed. He closed his eys with a broad smile as he carefully slide his hands over the device, letting the shape of it press into his palm and attune with his thoughts, learning as much about the device as he could. “This is extraordinary,” he breathed, slowly opening his eyes again and looking at Clyde with amazement, before very carefully passing it back to him. His fingers twitched with the desire to take it apart and inspect it all and put it back together, but he also didn’t want to do that to something Clyde needed, let alone something made by the legendary Beckndorf. “You know, it totally has the potential to have something like Siri installed into it. There are all kinds of things we could add to make it even handier and useful for you!”

clyde nodded in response with his little smile still on his face. he couldn’t do anything other than watch the boy do his thing, whatever hephaestus kids did. and he had to stop himself from staring at some point.

“i can’t use siri, though.” he typed, looking amused. “it’s okay. it’s fine to me the way it is.” clyde then stopped for a moment, looking up at the red haired boy, then back at the lake. he then moved and sat down near the water, patting the spot next to him to invite seongjae to sit down. “you don’t look surprised that i’m... different from what i used to be.” he pointed out.

#seongjae

flameseongjae:

If not for the smile on the other’s face, Seongjae would have continued rambling. As it was, he was feeling nervous enough being face-to-face with the mysterious, quiet boy he had befriended briefly, only for him to disappear without a trace. He had always wondered what had happened to him, and he couldn’t believe that he was really here, standing in front of him with a smile on his face and a warm look in his eyes. A quick mental calculation matched his friend’s disappearance with the infamous second Titan war, and whilst he had no idea what really happened, he could only imagine that Clyde had been seeking refuge or a home here since then. He couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t answering any of his questions - perhaps he had overwhelmed him? He knew he had a tendency to talk rapidly and without pause, and from memory (of course, seven years was a long time and the Clyde before him could be nothing like the Clyde he knew back then), his friend was timid and awkward. He waited patiently as his mint-haired companion held up a finger and pulled out a device and started typing. An automated voice rumbled from its speakers, and Seongjae’s eyes went wide with amazement.

“Holy shit! Who made this? It’s so beautifully crafted,” he gushed, fingers itching to hold it and learn everything about it. He grinned widely at Clyde, deciding not to question why he had a device to speak for him, since clearly something had happened in the past seven years and for whatever reason, he wasn’t able to talk. “Well, I mean, I guess you know better than me how kids end up here. I’ve been here for a few months now, kind of in and out. Can’t leave my mum for too long, I’d miss her too much. Plus, I do casual work as a dance instructor, so I have to go back and forth sometimes, but not too often. Uh, it’s bit weird to say out loud, but, uh… Hephaestus is my dad, I guess? He seems really cool from what I’ve heard, but I’ve never met him,” he confessed, rambling a little. An almost bashful smile spread over his face at Clyde’s words. “I’m glad I’m not forgettable, then. It would be kind of embarrassing if I’d been thinking about you for the past seven years if you didn’t remember me at all,” he said warmly, his voice hushed and barely above the sound of the gentle waves lapping by their feet. “…speaking of stupid questions, can I, uh… touch it?” He asked, pointing to the device. “Sorry, I totally get it if that’s out of line, it’s just… I’m a kid of Hephaestus, this stuff fascinates me. And it’s such a work of art! I wanna learn everything about it, especially if this is something you use a lot.”

clyde was nervous. last time he had seen the boy, he was a freshman in high school and still had his voice. he wondered what his reaction would be to him being mute. a warm feeling of relief was spread through him when he didn’t ask anything about it, and he glanced down at the device in his hands. “beckendorf made it.” he wrote, looking up at him again. he wondered if he even knew who beckendorf was. being a child of hephaestus, seongjae must’ve heard of his legendary brother.

the mint-haired boy smiled warmly at his words. how could he ever forget about him? the boy radiated so much sunshine, he was hard to leave his mind. “don’t break it. i just got it fixed.” he typed again, then handed it over to the taller man.

#seongjae

flameseongjae:

When Seongjae had decided to trundle his way down near the lake to practice some dance moves by himself, he certainly hadn’t expected to see anybody else there. He frowned to himself as he squinted at the figure thoughtfully, not sure whether he should just ignore the camper and continue with his plans, or if he should check with the other person first whether or not they minded him playing his music while he danced and cleared his head. However, after squinting at him for a little while, it suddenly occurred to Seongjae that the minty blur in front of him was familiar. Brows furrowing, the red-head walked closer and closer until his features came into focus, and his jaw dropped. “Clyde Moon?” He asked, before realising that yes, that was definitely his old classmate from freshman year. “It’s you! Gods, you disappeared after freshman year and I thought I’d never see you again!” He exclaimed, before running the rest of the short distance between them and launching himself at the other man, wrapping both his arms around the shorter male and burying his face in his neck. “Wow! I can’t believe this! You mut be a demigod too, right? Ah, no wonder you disappeared! You must have been right here this whole time. Have you been here long? Gods, and we’ve never run into each other? That’s insane,, I totally refuse to believe that,” he rambled, before detaching himself and grinning widely. “Wait. You do remember me, right? Seongjae Jung? We were in the same class during freshmen year. It’d be so awkward if you don’t remember me. I swear, I’m not creepy. I’m just really excited to see you again.” He grinned at him. “You totally remember me. Right?” He attempted his most charming smile, just in case the other didn’t remember and thought he was just weird.

@clydemoon

clyde was so offended that a child of apollo like himself, was dared to be tested. he couldn’t believe he was asked to stay longer in the fucking infirmary after the battle when he knew he could heal up faster. apparently that wasn’t the case with stygian iron.

he sighed as he stood by the lake, staring down at the water with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. he was finally released and the first thing he needed was fresh air. what clyde wasn’t expecting, though, was the voice of a familiar boy he hasn’t seen since he was fifteen years old. a boy he befriended and then disappeared abruptly from after the second titan war happened. if clyde could speak, he would’ve shut him up so quickly, but he found himself in the other’s arms and it was like he couldn’t pull himself away. he hesitantly put his arms around him and hugged him back, unable to hide his smile.

he couldn’t answer all his questions at once, so he only nodded at his last question when he looked at him again, then raised a finger as if telling him to give him a moment. clyde’s sister found his speaking device after he lost it, so he pulled it out and started typing, an automated voice speaking for him instead. “fucking hell, what’re you doing here, you little shit?!” he wrote. “of course i remember you, jaejae. no one asks as many stupid questions as you do.”

#seongjae #she soft but she attacc #i hate u #(ily)

kiranambani:

Kiran understood only a little signing language, he had never really had to learn much, and he could barely spell correct English, let alone learn a whole other language. However, he thought he understood the gist of what Clyde had just signed at him, though most of that was because of the boy’s expression. “I’m fine.” he reassured him, ignoring the searing pain he now felt in his injured leg. “Just some scratches, it’s nothing. I wasn’t going to let that Eidolon scumbag kick my ass, not even with your skills.” he joked.

Clyde looked pretty bad too however, and Kiran couldn’t help but feel guilty. If only he had actually paid attention during monster studies, he might have remembered that Stygian Iron helped. One clean cut was all it would’ve taken. Now look at the both of them, they looked like someone had run them over with a truck. At least that meant Kiran now matched with his cat.

“The real important question is how you are doing. Though you’ll have to write it down or something, because I’m terrible when it comes to signing.” he admitted with a soft chuckle.

clyde was watching the boy worriedly, wondering how much he was really hurt. he smiled a little at him, almost smirking, and nodded. he wasn’t going to pester him, but he was still going to care. the guilt he felt in his guts would not go away.

he sighed, and looked around him. his neck hurt a little, but he was doing good. he spotted one of the campers working in the infirmary who he knew understood sign language and got their attention, signing at them to bring him a piece of paper and a pen. once he got it, he started writing. a little slower than usual; he couldn’t move his arm much. “i feel like shit.” he wrote on the paper. “but i’ll be fine. apollo kids heal quickly.”

#kiran #it's ok im late too

heartial

seethe

/sēT͟H/

verb (of a person) be filled with intense but unexpressed anger.

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kiranambani:

@clydemoon

Kiran hated being confined to an infirmary bed. Or any bed really, he just hated lying around, not being able to do anything. He hadn’t even been that badly injured, he could recall times when it had been worse and he had just gotten on with his business and he had been fine then. But of course that had been when he was on quests, not when he was at camp during a damn invasion. The thought that monsters had invaded the place he had always felt safe, no matter what, made him feel sick. The though that monsters had invaded his friends.. well, friends? He wanted to see Clyde as a friend, or at least something close to that. He wasn’t sure if those feelings were mutual however. It wasn’t like that mattered right now anyways, all he wanted to know was if the other boy was okay. He knew that Leah was okay, thank the gods. He’d fought hard enough for that. And he had been asking some of the campers that were working in the infirmary if Clyde was okay too, but no one would give him a satisfactory answer.

It had been two days that he had been lying here, and he was sick of it. Despite the fact that he felt weakened and had a nasty cut in his left leg that made him limp slightly, he slid out of bed, moving trough the infirmary in search of a familiar face. He saw many - it was honestly heartbreaking to see the building filled with injured campers - but no Clyde. Until he reached practically the other side of the infirmary, and caught sight of some faded mint green hair. Kiran only knew one camper with that colour, so he made his way over to Clyde’s bed as quickly as he could, sinking down on the edge of the bed to catch his breath. “How are you doing?” he finally asked, tucking some strands of hair that hung in his face behind his ear to take a better look at Clyde.

for a minute after waking up, clyde couldn’t remember what happened to him, and why he was in a bed in what looked like the infirmary. why he felt so much pain and why the hell he couldn’t get up. how long has he been knocked out for...

but then it all came back rushing to him like ice cold water spilling over him. the way he sat up abruptly made pain shoot through him even more, making him groan in pain and fall back on his pillow. the noise he made caught someone’s attention and they immediately rushed to check his health. clyde tried to breathe as the guilt took over him.

he remembered how he couldn’t control his body that made its way to fight harmless campers. and not just anyone; kiran and leah out of all people. it was like the creature that took over him knew exactly the people he wanted to be close to and felt the need to hurt them. clyde was angry, guilty and mostly, worried about the two. he didn’t remember much, anyway.

it’s only been about an hour or two, and he could only stare at the ceiling in silence. but then he felt someone sit on the edge of his bed, making him look at them, and for his eyes to widen when he realized who it was. clyde looked over the son of hades, seeing the bruises and scratches and the guilt only worsened. “you fucking idiot.” he sighed with his hands, having no choice since he left his device somewhere, and his expression was one of worry and exasperation at how the other obviously left his bed before he should.

#kiran #'dont we love inconsistent writing' a big ass mood