too much insanity

   i'm an escapee, sweetheart. no ifs, ands or buts about it. i'm living on borrowed time. {Indie PJO rp blog for Castor, son of Dionysus. I own nothing. Will RP with anyone; no magic anons}  

[firstborndvino]

Aeolus watched his son carefully… He wasn’t sure why but Castor had always struck a nerve with him. He was a defiant little boy and Aeolus hated that. More than once during a beating he had wished nothing more than to snap his delicate little neck. Still the boy hadn’t done anything to truly warrant it. If he could “forgive” Rordan for what he had done that set the bar pretty high for Castor to screw up. Still he enjoyed the fear seeping off him.

“Why aren’t you eating?” He snapped suddenly and his other children began to force food down their throats. They were all so scared that their appetites ha been spoiled but even then he could ~force~ them to eat. It was a nice feeling. “You lot have no idea how lucky you are… Perhaps that’s the problem. I’ve been too soft on all of you. Your grandfather would not have stood for half the disappointment you all have given me. Perhaps I should rethink how easy you have it.” He said and caught his wife’s eyes for a moment.

“We have the beneficiaries ball next weekend for the ministry” He added as he polished off his plate “Castor, Pollux and Rordan I expect you three to be there.” He eyed his daughters almost daring them to say anything. They were women and unmarried at that so they were not invited. Only the men of the family were and he knew that made his daughter Olivia’s blood boil.

His earlier euphoria melted away like snow in front of the sun and Castor swallowed inaudibly before going back to his food. He hadn’t known what he had done to earn his father’s permanent ire, but then again, maybe this ran in the family what with how he spoke about their dearest grandfather.

That cemented his other thoughts: if he was to get kids then he wouldn’t treat them like dirt.

Castor nodded. “Yes, sir.” Afterwards, he tried to catch Una’s eyes, if only so he could communicate---silently, mind---that he was sorry. That seemed to be his default mood regarding his sisters, anyway. Forcing himself to look up, he quietly asked his father---after receiving permission to speak, of course---who would be there at the ball.

[firstborndvino]

She closed her eyes a small smile lifted the corner of her lips as she leaned into him placing her hand on his chest wondering if his heart was pounding out of his chest  like hers was about to do. It was awkward and she was giggling. He smelled of grapes a scent she hadn’t realised she missed until this moment right now.

With him she wasn’t cold or unfeeling or any of the other words that were used to describe her, he made her feel like that person she could have been if life had turned out how she planned…though she would probably still have no filter. She thanked the gods (namely her mother who she had been praying to for over a week) for this time they had alone together which was a rarity in camp.

His words made her feel like she was floating, after feeling so scared just moments before it was crazy just how much her feelings had flip flopped in seconds just with three words. Gods it was scary to feel this happy again with him, the first time it had almost been like she had been living in a bubble, like a little Castor bubble that was just hers alone that no one could pop. But when it had popped she knew that she could never feel that happy again…and now she felt happier if that was possible.

“Even when I listen to really loud Jpop and watch really cheesy Anime?” she asked with a little laugh as she settled in closer to him, his eyes which were always mesmerising were looking at her intently and she could feel her cheeks becoming red “This was a really great first date.”

“Yeah, even if you listen to really loud JPop and watch cheesy Anime. Still don’t get it, but that doesn’t make it less cool. I liked watching you make faces at the screen. Reckon I still do.”

His heart was stuttering and skipping two beats at a time and yeah, it felt like it was going to beat out of his chest any second now, but the fact that she just placed her hand on his chest, the sheer reassurance of that simple motion, made it all okay again.

After he died and landed his ass in the Underworld, he’d spend quite some time screaming for his family, for his friends, and for her too. Because he couldn’t have died, he could not have died. Not like this. And then the dust settled and his head and his heart finally agreed on it; he was dead. Days, weeks, months, years had passed slowly before Horme had found him.

Now that he was with her again, he felt like he could lay all his demons to rest. Her dark eyes were shining and her cheeks were flushed red and there wasn’t anything more beautiful to him. “You’re welcome, ‘m more than happy to oblige if you want to do this again sometime?”

[castordvino]

||reunite us||drastor

[firstborndvino]

The way Cas describe Horne made her wonder how he managed to cope with the Goddess. He was her champion after all and she doubted that the Goddess of everything movement based would like to keep still for more than a few seconds. But the Goddess had brought him back to her and for that she would burn a extra portion of food for the Goddess who deserved it.

“You always did have a strange sense of humor in the sense I always made you laugh though I am not sure if you were laughing at me or with me or if you think I was cute.”

He sighed a little, as he was prone to do these days when his eyes were far away from what was now his reality. “---Thinking about her makes me tired. She’s got so much energy it’s actually scary sometimes.”

“A bit of both. Sometimes I was laughing with you. Other times I thought you were cute. I never laughed at you though. I could never.” Pause. “Okay, I could. But I won’t.” There’s a grin on his visage now, an easy going one because he was at ease.

[firstborndvino]

+greenthumbgardner

[firstborndvino]

It was good to see Castor smile. It really was. (Even only briefly.)

“I - I’m sorry.” In an attempt to lighten the mood, she added, “And that’s just unfair. Not eating because you don’t need to shouldn’t be a ‘carry over into the living world’ thing.” Not that many shades probably had that problem. 

It was odd, too, realizing how young Castor remembered them. With a start she realized that if he hadn’t aged then - they’d be the same age now. Maybe that was part of the reason why it seemed easier to talk to him now, despite the whole coming-back-from-the-dead issue. 

“I do approve.” It had taken her a bit to adjust to the idea, but just because Pollux was as far from Katie’s type as you could get didn’t mean he wasn’t ‘the one’ for Lou Ellen. “I just - at first, I couldn’t be sure that she wasn’t going to get her heart broken and after the Battle of Manhattan -” She swallowed. “But I think they kind of brought each other out of the dark, cheesy as that may sound.” 

“Eventually it got to the point where Kayla and I were scheming about how to get him to ask her out because honestly. Although if anyone asks, I completely blame Kayla’s influence on me for that.” She considered his last question briefly. “Some whispers. Not as many as there would have been if we weren’t so relieved that the war was over.”  

“Don’t be, K. It’s all right.” And it was. Kinda. It would be, at the very least.

“S’pose I’m gonna have to get used to it again. There’s a challenge if I ever saw one.” The boy sighed a little and ran his hands through his spiky hair. In his memories they were far younger than they were now, but then again, it had been ages---literally so---since he’d saw them last.

Castor chuckled, half tempted to refer back to the whole ‘Pail and Shovel’ debacle. The first one was the only one he remembered, after all. “That sounds great, actually. I’m sure he needed someone like that ‘cause my, uh, departure was probably one of the reasons he got into that dark in the first place. I know my brother, Katie. I know of his capacity to love. It’s greater than mine.”

This time he laughed, if only a little. It was gone as quickly as it had reached Katie’s---and his own---ears. “Duly noted, flower child.” The nicknames he’d used on them quickly came back to him. “You still a good cook or what?”

He needed to know that.

For personal reasons as well as others.

“---Oh, all right. I, eh, I was just...I was just wondering.”

[castordvino]

+theodorefreakinfinley

[firstborndvino]

He glanced at the list, looking at it from top to bottom before opening his palm so Castor could put his money there. Once he saw the drachmas, he tried to sum it up with his own money before he finally sighed in return. “We just have to haggle, I guess. Do you want to buy the things today or should we wait until tomorrow? They might stock new stuff by then.”

“Oooooh, you’re good at that.” He grinned at his brother, entirely unphased by his expression. “I heard someone say they stocked the new stuff a day early, but I don’t know if that’s true.”

[olympusarchitect-archive]

"Busted"

firstborndvino

Detention. For correcting a teacher on something that was so obviously wrong. How stupid.

Annabeth scowled as she attempted to, yet again, concentrate on the book in front of her, but it was futile. Useless. Because she could still feel that burning pair of eyes focused on the back on her head, watching her. And so, for what was probably the third time in the past five minutes, she turned to glare at the person.

“Look, I didn’t ask to be here. In fact, I don’t belong here, and I know you’re thinking that too, so would you please quit staring at me?” she snapped.

[firstborndvino]

“Well, you know, there’s a window to your left, and a door to your right. You could look at either of those and remain in the same seat. Or, you know, you could do something productive like homework or… read a book?”

It was a long shot, she knew, but hey, anything to get him to leave her alone.

“Don’t have no books to read and I already finished my homework,” He laughed airily, as if this was all great fun. “’Cept for my biology stuff. But Pollux’ll probably help me with that, if he’s not with that blonde chit of his.”

[firstborndvino]

Aeolus considered the answer for a bit, cutting a piece of his food and chewing it. His eyes were on the wall behind his son, trying to decide whether he believed him or not.

“I see… Next time you’ll make sure to be more careful. Every Lacounte man has played Quidditch and I won’t be the one to break that tradition with my children. You three have given me enough grief as is” he warned and passed his eyes over his other two sons who were looking down at their food.

“I fully expect you to play next time or there will be consequences and I don’t think you can afford any more of those” he warned and his warnings should always be heeded. “Unless you want a constant reminder like Rordan has” he said and pointed his want lazily at his youngest male heir. He actually got a kick at watching the child squirm into his seat and let the wand linger a bit just to see how that got a reaction out of him. The scar he had left him still on display for anyone. “And finding you a wife will be hard enough as is Castor, don’t make it harder for yourself”

When his father didn’t speak, Castor all but held in his breath. He could already feel it wearing on him, the silence; the tension. But then he spoke again and he mentally did a victory dance. He’d evaded the dungeon!

Still, his face betrayed nothing of his happiness. Instead, he wore a mask of...one could almost call it sadness because he hadn’t been allowed to play. (A part of him wished to know, however, how in the hell his twin had managed to give their father grief? Wasn’t he the perfect Slytherin? The perfect heir?)

“Yes sir, of course. It won’t happen again.” Now that his injuries have sorta healed, he doesn’t have to be in the Hospital Wing anymore. Shaking his head, Castor added, “No sir.” A brief pause in which he caught his breath and then: “I won’t. You can count on that.”

[deathnwine]

Dinners at the Lacounte home were not exactly the best time. It was usually the time they all expected “issues” to arise and if your name was mentioned then you knew you were in trouble.

“So Castor” Aeolus began as he picked up his goblet. A silent cringe could be felt by Pollux and Rory as they heard their brother’s name.

“Both your brothers played in the last two Quidditch matches and helped our house stay on top. Is there any reason why you didn’t play, my son?” He turned his stone cold blue eyes at his second eldest son. He could feel the way the other children, except Olivia, tensed up with fear. That made a smile touch on his thin lips. They feared him, therefore they respected him.

firstborndvino

[firstborndvino]

He had tensed up as well, even though he had---for once---a very valid reason (okay, it was a valid reason in his eyes) as to why he had missed two matches. “I was still in the Hospital Wing, sir.”  He’d gotten injured the previous match.

He had begged Madam Pomfrey to let him play, but she had been relentless. Still, he wasn’t mentioning any of that, because that woman was the only matron Hogwarts had and he’d rather not that their father got her fired or something. She was like the grandmother he had never known.

Castor was hit with a wave of longing, which also cemented one final thought in his mind: he was getting out of this place, even if it was the last thing he did.

[castordvino]

+the-ginger-tomboy

[firstborndvino]

Jodie just smirked in amusement as he rolled his eyes again. She was sure that if he kept doing that, his eyes would eventually roll out of his head. "Oh, I know how to have fun,” she teased. “Racing up the lava wall, casually pushing people into the lake… using the Aphrodite cabin makeup as war paint was fun too.”

“Prove it. To me.” After all, he was a son of Dionysus and they knew how to have fun. It was almost a second nature to them nowadays. The boy merely perked up an eyebrow, as if to challenge her.

[firstborndvino]

Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do. 

[odd-ever-after]

“Talk, now.” “How?”

[firstborndvino]

world domination && lionesses

“---And then I was thinking, ‘hey, why not do both?!’ ‘cause I can do both, y’know,” Castor was currently telling his twin about his grand plan. Someday he was going to rule the world. He didn’t know how, when, why, or with whom, but he was going to rule the world someday. (No, he wasn’t. He was just entertaining himself. Flights of fancy. One of his coping mechanisms. Besides, he liked making his brothers laugh with them.) Still, it didn’t look like Pollux was listening to him and Castor sighed, following his eyes to the Gryffindor table before he looked back at Pollux again with an arched eyebrow.

[olympusarchitect-archive]

"Busted"

firstborndvino

Detention. For correcting a teacher on something that was so obviously wrong. How stupid.

Annabeth scowled as she attempted to, yet again, concentrate on the book in front of her, but it was futile. Useless. Because she could still feel that burning pair of eyes focused on the back on her head, watching her. And so, for what was probably the third time in the past five minutes, she turned to glare at the person.

"Look, I didn’t ask to be here. In fact, I don’t belong here, and I know you’re thinking that too, so would you please quit staring at me?” she snapped.

[firstborndvino]

"The way you’re looking at me might as well be adulterous," she snapped, before huffing and turning away again. Even though gorging out his eyes wouldn’t be the best thing to do right then, crushing his nose with her fist sounded very tempting. Annabeth never usually laid a finger on anyone else in the student population, but this guy was really pushing her buttons.

"Get your eyes off me, now.”

The boy rolled his eyes, very tempted to ask what would happen to him if he didn’t. His hands were up in the air now, a gesture that was meant to calm her down (it probably did not work). 

“Lookie here, doll face. I can’t not look at you because you’re sitting in front of me. So unless you change seats---”

[firstborndvino]

is there a doctor on board?||drew and castor||

[firstborndvino]

"You are just jealous because I prefer your brothers to you, they are charming you on the other hand…" he voice trailed off as her eyes closed, she turned to him then poking him hard in the chest "You don’t get to do that. I know who he is, my best friend is relying on me to save his life so he isn’t Lou El’s family he is a patient nothing more nothing less. Understand?"

At first his lips quirked upwards. Maybe he was a little bit jealous of the fact that she preferred his brothers over him. But then he toned down the ‘tude. They had stuff to do; they had lives to save and he’d really rather not see his friend break down again. "Crystal clear, doll face. C’mon. Let’s get this show on the road.”

[castordvino]

+the-ginger-tomboy

[firstborndvino]

Jodie just smirked in amusement as he rolled his eyes again. She was sure that if he kept doing that, his eyes would eventually roll out of his head. “Oh, I know how to have fun,” she teased. “Racing up the lava wall, casually pushing people into the lake… using the Aphrodite cabin makeup as war paint was fun too.”

“You’ve never been to one of our parties before, have you? That’s fun.” Though really, using the make up of Drew’s cabin as war paint sounded fun if it weren’t for the fact that he knew he’d be neutered should he ever attempt to use the beauty product for that end. 

[firstborndvino]

          ‘ WHAT DO ADULTS EVEN DO??????? ‘

“Hell if I know; I’m still a kid at heart. Don’t know how you all put up with me. Anyhow, you can probably boss Lou Ellen around because you’re older than her or whatever.”

          (Yes, he’s joking. Mostly. Kinda. Sorta...?)

[firstborndvino]

"You are far from the the Slytherin common room. What you plotting this time?"

“How to take over the world. You want in?” 

There. Short, simple and straight to the point.