Bitter Wine

Gabriel Costa | 18 | Son of Dionysus

[gabrielcostas-blog]

kerriganmcguire:

“Please Gabe, if worrying was a job, I’d be rich.”

Gabe smiles. “I’m just. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

[kerriganmcguire]

“I always cared. I could never stop caring about you.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“Really?”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“This is why you should have listened.” he said with a shrug.

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“What?”

[jack-switch]

Jack stands in the corner of the Arena. Behind deep black shades, his eyes are affixed on the back of a camper fighting dummies in the distance. “Come on…”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

Gabe’s been hacking at the fake man for a while, trying to get the feel of the knife. It wasn’t like he had anyone to talk to. He trns when he feels the gaze of someone. He whirls around, clutching on his knife. He can’t recognize who they are bu he shouts out a quivering “Hey,” hoping they’d be friendly.

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Well when you got here no one said anything?”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“I got here and only ever really talked to three people. Kerri and Parker never really tried to continue the conversation after I scared them away. And I didn’t listen to the tour. I was still trying to accept.... That happened.”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Yeah. No one told you that?”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“It’s not like many people here talk to me.”

[kerriganmcguire]

“I was scared, I was scared to lose you forever. I though I’d make everything worse. I thought maybe if I kept my distance, you wouldn’t feel so attached. So that if I did something, I wouldn’t lose you. I’d rather have you alive and away from me than dead. But I was selfish, and I’m sorry.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“I thought- I thought you didn’t care anymore.”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

He nodded. “Yeah. It depends on your parents.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“Oh. Wow.”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Well some can control water or lightning or shadows.” he shrugged.

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“What????”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Yeah. Len… The Demeter kids can grow plants with their magic.” he said with a shrug.

[gabrielcostas-blog]

Gabe bites his cheek when he mentions Lennon. “W-what can other people do?”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Like your dad. That’s why you don’t get sick when you drink. And why I am always going to look younger than I am.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“That’s- that happens?”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Yeah. Like him.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“Wait. What?”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Genetics?” he shrugged.

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“Like.. Dionysus?”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“About what? Vomiting? Why would you want to vomit anyway?”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“No, but. I mean. Why alcohol doesn’t seem to affect me other than that I get drunk.”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“It’s not supposed to but it can.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“I don’t know. I’m really not sure.”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Do you feel like you’re going to vomit? If you feel like you’re going to vomit you should not vomit on yourself.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“It’s gone, now. Which is weird. Isn’t alcohol supposed to make you vomit?”

[sebastian-howell-deactivated201]

“Well you’re more likely to get an infection the longer we take.”

[gabrielcostas-blog]

“How likely is it I’ll get an infection if I vomit on it? I’ll go as fast as I can.”