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[liam---martuo-blog]

You make me shy

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liam—martuo:

“Let’s do it,” Liam rushes out, blushing instantly at how it sounded. “Camping, I mean. Though, we should probably bring sleeping bags. I’m not quite sure I’m ready to completely rough it out.” His mind jumps to the island, but focuses back on Griffon. “Is it just going to be the two of us, then? Do you think anyone else would want to come?”

He chuckled and nodded, “one camping expedition coming right up.” He shrugged lightly, “dunno, if you want them to you’re more than welcome to invite them. I won’t say no to that. We could have a big camp campout thing...yea that sounded less dorky in my head but we could totally do it.”

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thelostromanov:

Dimitri pressed his lips together, eyes widneing at the thought of Xander being pulled from here. “I’ll leave before I let him be pulled from somewhere he feels safe. Hell, I’d jump off that fucking bluff first. Yes, I fucked him, ok? It’s not like I can go back and tell him no. It happened. And honestly, I’d rather go to jail then watch him get hurt in any way. I’d rather DIE.”

He looked over at him, “think they’d trust him anywhere else either? In their eyes you’re just another number to add to the list of people who have taken advantage of their child. Doesn’t matter that he’s seventeen, he’s their little boy and will be forever. Look, he asked me not to hurt you, so I’m not reporting this little transgression of yours for both your sakes. Touch him again while he’s here, regardless of him wanting to or not, and I’ll call the cops myself.” 

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thelostromanov:

“I wouldn’t have slept with him if I didn’t feel anything” Dimitri sniffles, finally sat up, rubbing his face. “And why in the hell would I bring him into this?” He looked up blearily, his eyes red and his cheeks tearstained.

“You shouldn’t have slept with him regardless. Not until he wasn’t under your care. Do you get that if his parents found out about the two of you that you could lose your job, be put under a restraining order to stay away from him, and he could be pulled from a place where he feels safe and is learning how to cope. Do you not realize how fucking detrimental this could be to him?! I don’t care if he was on his knees begging for it, I really don’t, you should’ve told him no. You should have told him to wait until he wasn’t a camper. Hell you’ve only known him a few weeks at most. Really you shouldn’t be sleeping with him regardless.” He sighed, “you already did when you said, and I quote, ‘never mind that I’m not the only counselor who has feelings for a camper.’ I’m beginning to realize you obviously don’t think you’ve done anything wrong, and that makes me question why you’re even here in the first place.” He huffed and moved to lay on his bed, “why couldn’t you have done just your job and not fucked my nephew?”

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thelostromanov:

Dimitri let out a soft laugh before it turned slightly hysterical. “Oh, I know. I know Distance. Great pals, we are.” His laugh turned bitter before he resumed sniffling. “No one fucking wants the fuck up with the scars. I know.” he sighed, going on. He wasn’t even talking about what Griffon was saying and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop the words. “Nevermind that I’m not the only counselor that feels thing for a camper, nevermind that I made sure time and time again that he didn’t have to do anything, that I wasn’t going to push, that I wasn’t going to do anything he didn’t want to. NEvermind that even when it DID happen, I made sure every single fucking step of the way that he was completely ok, that he didn’t want to stop. I read him like a fucking book, you can’t hide the ‘i don’t want to’ shit from me. You can’t. I spent way to fucking long in that fucking ring to NOT know it. So thanks for basically telling me I don’t deserve him. I knew that, but thanks. I know I don’t deserve anything. I shouldn’t have even looked his way, shouldn’t have even dared to breath the same air. I care too much too fast, and look where it got me. He doesn’t ever want to see me again, which is fine, I’m not going to force him to do anything. I’ll let him come to me. If he wants to. But at the same time, I’m going to be there for him, help protect him. And afterall, what’s another scar? Since you can’t see this one anyway!”

“It’s not about wanting you, it’s about you being a fucking adult and him being a kid.” He shook his head and looked at him almost to ask why he’d decided to become a counselor when he clearly wasn’t over or dealing very well with his past. “You should’ve just been responsible and waited till he wasn’t a camper here. It would’ve been better for everyone involved.” He shook his head slowly, “and just so we’re clear, I’ll concede that I have some feelings for a camper, fine, but if you ever bring him into an argument and try to make him out to be Xander and me out to be you and I will kick your ass. It’s not the same thing, and if you weren’t too caught up in your past and thinking that you don’t deserve anything or anyone, you’d see that. This is about you sleeping with him. Not having feelings for him.”

[liam---martuo-blog]

You make me shy

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liam—martuo:

“So, has this hiking trip also turned into a camping trip or are we saving that for another day?”  Liam shrugs, knowing that Griffon is digging to try to get him to reveal something he doesn’t want to share or probably shouldn’t share. “I usually just stay in my room.” In the closet, with the door firmly shut closed. “Probably with like the lights off or something. But, then, doesn’t that make it closed in still?”

“Either, just let me know so I can get out the stuff we need from storage. Like sleeping bags unless you want to rough it full out.” He looked at him and nodded, “then maybe we should go camping let you feel the wide open for once. Give you some freedom.”

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thelostromanov:

Dimitri groaned, burying himself into his bedding further. “One. I told him I wouldn’t do anything if it wasn’t what he wanted. Two. I made sure he knew that he didn’t have to do that to talk to me. In fact, if all he ever wanted was to talk and confide, I’d be happy as a fucking clam. Three. He ended it because he was scared of you finding out. Four. HE ended it. Why in the fuck would I be here crying if all I was doing was screwing him? I cared. Too much too fast, maybe. But Cared. All I ever do is fuck up, so go ahead, beat me, gut me, I don’t fucking care. No one would care….”

He nodded, “yea, you did fuck it up. You’re the god damned adult in that equation. You’re the one supposed to be responsible and say ‘no, you’re my camper so even if I wanted to we couldn’t do such things.’ It’s like a teacher sleeping with their student. So yea, you did fuck it up. Second, his entire life is full of people telling him he doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to and everything will be fine only to be royally screwed when he doesn’t do something for them. He doesn’t understand that sometimes people are just nice and that he doesn’t have to do things with them even if he says he wants to do something! Third, did you ever stop to think that maybe he ended it because he doesn’t want to be used again? Just stay away from him. He wants to talk, fine, stay in camp. Don’t go looking for him in the woods and don’t go out of your way to spend time with him. Distance, learn about it.”

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thelostromanov:

Dimitri groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. “Yeah Grif?” he called out through it, pulling the blanket over it for good measure when he realized his voice was still wet. He’s a shitty ass counselor. All he ends up doing is crying.

He looked over at him and shook his head before slamming the door shut, “so you did sleep with him. And he did end it.” He moved over towards Dimitri and sat on the bed next to his, “are you an idiot? He’s a camper, an underaged camper, and you’re in your mid twenties. No offense, but that was the stupidest thing you could’ve done!  No, you know what, all offense to you. That was just stupid. Do you know what you’ve done to him? You’ve basically alienated him from you entirely and you’re the person he talked to. You’re the person he could go to who wasn’t family and didn’t know his entire background. He felt safe here and then you go and sleep with him! What’s he to think now if he wants to talk later? Oh I guess to talk with him I’ve gotta let him screw me! You were irresponsible and inappropriate!”

[griffonhale-blog]

He’d left the pier angry and he knew he should’ve gone to cool down, but he wasn’t thinking clearly. He moved towards the counselors cabin to see if Dimitri’s sorry ass was there. Who did he think he was sleeping with a camper, taking advantage of a camper?! It was in appropriate and gave both of them bad names because he screwed up. His fists are balled when he gets there but remembers how Xander asked him not to hurt the other. Fine, he’d try. “Dimitri?” he asked stepping into the cabin looking to see if the other counselor was in.

[liam---martuo-blog]

You make me shy

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liam—martuo:

“That sounds awesome,” Liam says, “nothing between us and the sky except a flimsy sleeping bag and tent.” He shrugs. “It’s not the worst, there’s not really that many walls here. I think it’s a bit more freeing than being at home.”

He nodded, “then I assume you’re my first volunteer for a camping adventure.” He smiled at him then nodded again listening to his words. “S’pose for some that’s how it feels, and for others the walls can be too confining. What do you do at home when it gets too closed in?”

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You make me shy

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liam—martuo:

“Yeah, I wouldn’t offer this to you unless I wanted to kill you,” Liam explains, “which I don’t, so you’ll be alright.” He watches Griffon eat the apple and contemplates getting his own. “I’ve already gone on a few hikes with Annabeth and by myself, it’s pretty nice past the confines of camp.”

“Oh good, I feared for my life for a minute there.” He nodded, “if they’d let me I think I’d like to do some camping excursions and stuff like go on a hike and just camp out in the woods for a night. Being in camp for so long, I would imagine to be very confining for teens who aren’t the best with walls.”

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You make me shy

[griffonhale-blog]

“Kind of? Then you and I are in the same boat.” He watched him take the notebook away and then nodded, “perhaps I don’t like hiking when I’m so tired I could sleep for a week. Regardless, are you up for one today?” He looked at the boy as he munched on his apple, “how’s the oatmeal?”

[liam---martuo-blog]

“Just woke up early I guess,” he explains. “What about you then? Why’d you only kind of get a good sleep?” His gaze flickers back down to his oatmeal, where it’s congealed against his spoon in thick clumps of putrid oatmealy colour. “How do you think it is?” He deadpans. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t feed this to a pig.” He pushes the bowl away from him. ‘I wouldn’t mind a hike’ is what he wants to say. “Are you up for one?” He asks instead.

[griffonhale-blog]

“The sheep weren’t jumping when I got to bed,” he said with a shrug. He loked at it and shuddered, “about as tastey as it looks, I’m sure,” he said taking another bite of his apple. He nods, “definitely. Get out of the camp for a while, see some nature that you can’t see from camp. Down for the cause. Pack a water or two.”

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You make me shy

[liam---martuo-blog]

Liam startled in his seat, dropping his spoon back into his bowl where it clanked loudly on the glass. He glanced around the hall, cringing at the other campers glancing/glaring his way. “Kind of,” he muttered, looking at Griffon. He saw where the older man’s glance was and scooped his notebook off of the table and closed it before setting it on the bench beside him. “It’s alright.” He shrugs. “Sarcastically?” He asks incredulously. “I wasn’t sarcastic! I love hiking – maybe you’re the one that doesn’t like hiking.”

[griffonhale-blog]

“Kind of? Then you and I are in the same boat.” He watched him take the notebook away and then nodded, “perhaps I don’t like hiking when I’m so tired I could sleep for a week. Regardless, are you up for one today?” He looked at the boy as he munched on his apple, “how’s the oatmeal?”

[liam---martuo-blog]

You make me shy

Liam woke up early the next morning exhausted. He hadn’t gotten much sleep at all, not after all his conversations. Especially the one with Griffon that kept replaying in his head over and over again. Basically he just wanted it to stop. But that wouldn’t happen.

So, instead, he’s sitting in the dining hall eating a bowl of lumpy oatmeal (which had looked appetizing but he was sadly mistaken). His notebook is open beside him, as well as a pencil. There’s a poem on the paper, one he had worked on halfway through this morning before giving up and deciding it wasn’t good enough.

(pretend there’s a poem here because all I can think about are sad ones I’ve recently written and they won’t work here)

He sighs and plays with his spoon, leery of the other people in the hall. Preferring to sit in the corner by himself.

[griffonhale-blog]

He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. In fact he felt like he’d spent more time counting sheep, ironically, than he had sleeping. The run hadn’t helped, a shower hadn’t helped, so eventually he just resigned himself to not sleeping, which was nice. Until he got a headache from hell that wouldn’t go away. Then he closed his eyes and just laid there. He must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes it was morning. Damn it. 

He was pretty slow in getting ready but when he went to breakfast and saw Liam he grabbed an apple and made his way over to him. “Sleep well?” he asked before looking down at the paper beside him and the poem on it. He glanced at it and read through it quickly before smiling, “see, I knew you were a good writer. I have a knack for knowing these things,” he told him as he sat down across from him. “So you up for that hike you’re so sarcastically excited for?”

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Midnight Run

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Liam shuffles awkwardly on his feet. He looks from Griffon to his cabin and then back again. “I’m not even that tall, you’re just short,” he mumbles, defusing the situation the best he can/

[griffonhale-blog]

He chuckled, “should’ve eaten my vegetables.” He ruffled his hair gently as he looked at Liam. “Look, just promise me you’ll give yourself a chance to shine, alright?” He nodded towards the cabin, “go on, get some sleep.”

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Midnight Run

[liam---martuo-blog]

“You don’t even know me,” Liam grumbles, kind of frustrated and not used to this kind of attention. “I don’t need a pick me up. I don’t need your encouragement.”

[griffonhale-blog]

He nodded, “I don’t know you, but I want to.” He watched the boy carefully, “you’re not just some disposable kid, Liam. You’re a talented, kind, funny, taller than should be allowed, teenager who’s got a lot ahead of them. I don’t think you need encouragement to be successful, that’ll come on it’s own, but I do think you need to hear the encouragement to ever try in the first place.”

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Midnight Run

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Liam frowns. “How can you even say that, you’ve never even read anything I’ve written. For all you know, I could just think I’m a good writer but I’m actually not. E.L. James thinks she’s a good writer and she thought describing a hamster during a sex scene was a good idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but you have no idea.”

[griffonhale-blog]

He looked at him, “well, E.L. James could fall off the face of the planet for all I care. You, if you fell off the face of the planet, this world would be a very awful place. So please don’t.”

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Midnight Run

[liam---martuo-blog]

Liam blushes and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess, maybe. I don’t know.” They get back to camp and he sees the campers cabins in the distance.

[griffonhale-blog]

He looks over at him, “look, I know you’re a little shaken up being here, but just so you know a lot of what you’ve been told before now probably wasn’t true. I’d be willing to bet you’re a talented writer. You’re an eloquent speaker and funny, I wouldn’t go off the realm of saying you’d write a novel or two well worth reading.”