envied illusions.

[btchcrft]

even though he lives in a house full of mages, it feels strange that there’s a son of sorcery when he’s been the son of witchcraft since his arrival. even still, to hold a grudge solely based on that would be ridiculous.

but no one said that kian prieto was perfect. 

he sees the newest addition to their lines, the son of circe, walking through the snow blanketed paths that connect the camp. he hasn’t properly introduced himself yet so now, he figured, is the best time to do it. 

with a gloved hand, he stops walking in front of the son of circe, and uses the most charming smile he thinks he can muster—only slightly forced. 

“kian prieto, son of hecate, goddess of witchcraft.” he says, teeth shining like moonlight against the red of his lips. “pleasure to meet you.” 

[enviedillusion]

“pleasure,” he breathes back as he comes to a stop, holding out a similarly gloved hand at the other. it seemed like the announcement of his arrival had spread like wildfire through this small, college-like camp. which, if brett were being honest, wasn’t shocking.

put a bunch of high personality, varying degrees of homosexual people together in one place - it was bound to have gossip and drama. he, though he hated to admit it, but sense his consciousness was being self-aware, loved it. being the center of attention was thrilling, if not exhausting. 

hopefully someone came along soon that would be the new shiny toy, but for now, brett was enjoying the limelight.

“brett de bois, son of circe. sorcery - i believe, but,” and he mirrored kian’s forced charm, “i would wager you already knew that.”

[unholyrod]

[ @enviedillusion ]

in stance, rod held out his hands, like a bow was held – but there was none. teal-blue flames burned up from his forward palm, arcing up into a bend, and he tugged an invisible string that flared to glowing life as he drew it back.

side-lit by the hellfire armament, rod glanced over at the other archer. “what’s yours look like?”

[enviedillusion]

“is this a i’ll show you mine if you show men yours situation?” brett asked, a small smirk tickling the edge of his mouth. his eyes trailed along the other’s magical, glowing bow that seemed to pop into existence out of nothing. it was still so new to brett that he had to take a second to catch up to reality.

“uh, anyway,” he blinks as he pulls out a rather bland looking longbow from sitting crossed on his shoulders, “a bit plain in comparison, but it gets the job done.” 

the smirk slowly made its way back onto brett’s features.

[enviedillusion]

runawayboyrun​:

“I wouldn’t know I never went. It grew on me though I never lived with this many people at once.” It took some adjusting but Niko kind of liked having the guys around just a door knock down.

“Hmm?” His turn to look a little clueless at the question. Looking towards his target and previous position he could guess it did seem a bit far off. For someone not used to the show of a demigod in action. “The target right there.” Pointing to his practice post after getting within the stretch of his aim, demonstrating by tossing five dagger in quick flow at the mark.

After showing off his range of attack Niko blinked from the spot he stood, reappeared at the target to collect his daggers and then blinked again to come standing beside Brett. “Honestly I’ve been trying to work on pushing my range a little further. See how far I can be and still make my target.”

Talking as casually as he would any other while twirling dagger in his hand. Not thinking much of his abilities physical or divine. Or how they looked to someone for the first time

“oh-” brett breathed out, awkwardly. he blinked a few times, unsure how to move forward with that knowledge. it wasn’t that not going to college was unexpected, per se, but he just...figured people did the same things he did in life. his life was so planned out for him - everyone else’s must have been, too, right?

his eyes followed the other’s eyes to the target that was a bit of a ways away - especially for a knife fight.

“got it, y-” he nodded, mouth open to continue his sentence, but before he could get anything out, the man next to him - niko - had disappeared. he did - to brett’s  relief - reappear next to the target some yards away, but the initial shock was enough to floor the dark-haired frenchman. 

“you can just do that?” he questioned, eyes bouncing back and forth between niko and the target like it was an intense tennis match.

[enviedillusion]

arinowicki​:

ari’s fitness regime had been fairly dramatic since arriving at camp. he was fit beforehand but the stamina increases, the fighting with the centaur and having to trek thousand of stairs multiple times for Jax’s incessant pee breaks. this time, he headed up dressed warmly with his golden retriever who too had outer wear thanks to some of the dryads and nymphs who had a soft spot for the cute golden doggy. 

as he turned the corner of aspida, letting jax do his thing, he spotted a stranger headed over to him and for a split second, the son of athena was ready to lunge and strike. “ oh. who’s son are you? boreas? ” he kept his name omitted for now, in case this was some sabotage attempt. 

the man brett came upon seemed on edge, to say the least. the tensed shoulders, the flexed bicep like he was ready to punch something - but he had a dog with him. a very cute, bundled up golden, so he couldn’t be all bad - could he?

“woah, woah,” he said, hands up defensively, “you look like you’re ready to lunge. i’m completely harmless, promise.” he lowered his hands, nodded his head a little.

“oh, is that the way we introduce ourselves?” he shrugged, “well, in that case. they say my mother is circe.”

[enviedillusion]

tellmeinstorms​:

his eyes clenched shut, credence wright was adrift.

standing near the edge of the snowy woods where the camp’s white, dirt roads gave way to green shrubberies and thick foliage, he was adrift, elsewhere, here but also there, present but also away.

the cold wind combed its fingers through the trees and howled. it was less the wailing of a beast than the laugh of a close friend, greeting him by icy touch. ever since the thunderstorm from his father, it’d been this way – the wind not a force separate from him but an ally, a close friend to the storm woven through his bones.

and when someone was near him, it alerted credence instantly.

as he turned, the new face smiled at him, a gesture he didn’t exactly repay. instead, credence shoved his cold fingers into the red hoodie he wore, relishing in the real warmth of its cotton and the phantom warmth of the boy who once owned it.

“new and immediately venturing out to the outskirts of camp—i never would have figured out that you were lost.” he offered, with the arch of a single brow, then looked down at the extended hand. “credence wright, and the pleasure’s all yours, i believe.” reluctantly, after a few brief moments, he gave the gloved hand a curt shake. “if you are some monster in disguise, i suggest you go for my throat and not the clothes.” 

his blue eyes on brett were appraising, guarded.

the attitude was the first thing that brett picked up on - and it was the only thing he’d remember, if he were being honest with himself. an eyebrow rose slowly on his face as he gripped the other’s hand a bit too hard in the shake. 

“pleasure-” he rolled the word around on his tongue as if he was testing it out, a slight tilt of accent on his voice -

 “isn’t a word i’d use so far.” 

he tacked on as if it were an afterthought. he had dealt with credence wright’s type before. those that think their superior for this reason or that; normally money, circumstance, or a exasperated idea of stubbornness because they weathered some hardship in their youth which gives them an over-inflated sense of importance.

no matter the reason, brett retracted his hand a second quicker than social norms would have dictated. his hazel eyes glanced at the clothes credence was referring to, and shrugged as he put his hands back into the pockets of his coat.

“monsters generally attack you?” he questioned, not bothering mentioning the clothes

[enviedillusion]

runawayboyrun​:

Niko had been slacking in his training for the most part since the cold came. Winter still wasn’t a season he was too comfortable with. Before anytime the cold weather shifted where he was he would just move to nicer, warmer climate. Sadly the wanderer no longer had the same option here. But he couldn’t let his skill start slacking because he wasn’t in the mood to get out of his warm bed. So here he was trying to get used to throw daggers when his fingers were growing numb from the cold.

He spotted a figure moving about who started to wonder into the throw zone, causing Niko to halt his practice and give them a heads up. “Training grounds. Not really the spot for wandering about.” Nodding his head he tried to usher him off the grounds. A honest mistake since the lines that blocked off the training zone was now covered ins now.

“Hi, Brett. I’m Niko. I think we might be neighbors or dormmates.”

training grounds? 

hazel eyes darted around the vicinity, and he - for the life of him - couldn’t tell where the training section started and where the normal, everyday walking through a camp ended. his face contorted in confusion, but he chuckled at himself, shaking his head. 

“sorry,” he grinned, “for, ah, interrupting?” his voice inflicted questioningly, as if he didn’t know if that was the way to phrase the apology. but his eyes lowered and found the knives in the other’s hands.

“neighbors?” he repeated, almost dumbly, and then nodded, rolling his eyes exasperatedly, “dormmates. god, it’s like we regressed back to uni, right? but, glad to meet a face i’ll see a lot.” 

he pointed with his chin - not letting his hands out of the pockets on his coat - towards niko’s daggers, “you throw those? you weren’t super close to, well, anything.”

[enviedillusion]

fresh snow littered the ground outside his window. the view was everything different with his life now. it never snowed back home on the vineyard - they lived in peak summer weather almost all year around. there were men with goat legs and women with leaves for hair. 

there was no more sun. there were no more humans. there was no more normalcy. 

the long sigh that escaped his lips was enough to fog the pane glass, frustrating the man further. 

a roll of hazel eyes led him away from the fogged window, and a gloved hand wrenched his door open. dormitories - honestly? what were they nineteen again? 

he dragged his feet down the hallway and out the big doors of the pali house, pulling his parka closer to his body. he had no destination in mind, but a walk in the crisp air might do his mind good. 

at least he hoped. 

he hadn’t noticed he had company until he was nearly upon them. he slowed, looking around at the surroundings that seemed to blend with everything else he had seen. the stark white snow covering everything wasn’t helping either, “hi, i’m brett. i’m new, and a bit lost.” he started, putting on what he hoped was a dazzling smile.

“what part of camp is this?” he added as he reached a hand out to shake the other’s.

[lezore26]

Shadowhunters - Alec Lightwood

Perfect man