home and hearth

gabriel freire x 26 x hestia godling [part of godlinghq]

[hearthwxrmth]

henry zaga, homoromantic homosexual, male he/him, tank «—◦—→ well met, gabriel freire! the godling born child of hestia. it’s been twenty six years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their earnest, genuine, + warmth? or will their boisterousness, impatience, reactiveness hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: gabriel friere. nicknames: gabe. date of birth: august 7, 1997. age: 26. face claim: henry zaga. godly parent: hestia. height: 5'11. dominant hand: left. education level: high school graduate. occupation: caretaker at orphanage.

parents: hestia [assumed biological], taken in to care of orphanage, raised by several clergy members siblings: ...many and none? he considers most of those who grew up with him siblings pets: none.

sexual orientation. homosexual. sexual position. verse, preference toward topping.

clothing style: loose tanks, shorts, always dressed for warm weather. will layer up when necessary, but complain the entire time

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? making breakfast, in his underwear, which may not have been the best impression.

class: tank, first in, last out. inspirations: the comfort of the hearth, offering safety to all, but unafraid to defend those that most need it.

bio: tba

[hearthwxrmth]

HeartSwan song

Gabriel wasn't a lot of things.

He wasn't smart, a track record in academics that would probably disappoint a lot of people. Took him longer to understand things that came naturally to other's, but he eventually understood.

Gabriel wasn't good at deception, at protecting himself from baring too much, telling people his thoughts and feelings like they were free to all. At least texts didn't give the waiver to his voice, didn't give an opportunity for somebody to double check if he was planning on doing something he shouldn't.

Because it could help. Because it could help protect them. Because it could be something that made a difference, and the idea of not taking that chance would never once cross Gabriel's mind. He was here to protect his home, and… Well, while that had started off with just the idea of back home, and protecting them from this mystical threat…

Well. People had made sure that extended to the camp. To everybody that dwelled within it.

Hell, Oliver had handed him an excuse to be here in the first place. The idea of them getting married, an act of love to further solidify this heartsong…

"I still haven't figured out why you chose me, if you chose me, or if it was some divine mistake."

Usually, he'd give himself music to bake to. Something that would keep his attention, something that provided a level of distraction for the rest of him to focus. But this was a moment between himself, the hearth, and…

"But if you did? I'm really glad you did."

His family? It's a flicker of warmth at his fingers, in his chest, at the thought. Divine blood didn't truly run through his veins like so many of the other demigods, but that didn't make him feel any less of a part of this. Ingredients measured, steps followed from memory. Maybe it wouldn't be perfect, maybe it wouldn't be something that would drop jaws. But every attempt at this, out on quests, in the training ring, during parties. Everything Gabriel attempted would be made with love, because protecting this home he was building with every smile from another part of this camp deserved it.

Pulling on the connections he'd built. Moments of sadness, moments of joy, moments of weakness and strength, and most important pulling on this connection with the other campers. The other demigods. He reached for the flames of the hearth inside him, and lit the flames he'd spent the most time in front of to get the cake baking.

"Because you helped me find another family, and another home to protect. I hope this, what I give, will help us do that. Because I will give whatever it takes to protect this home we're building."

[coldheartxd]

he grumbled back as a response, though not unkindly. gabriel’s positivity, albeit infectious, unnerved lars in the ways that only a social recluse like him could be unnerved. it sparked and crackled with the warmth of a fireplace, but the heat, unfamiliar to him, was easily overwhelming. however, he learnt to withstand it day by day, even so far as allowing the other a half-embrace.  

the lake sparkled as they approached it, the waters deep yet reflective and so, so calming. he loved to come out here early mornings, yet did not mind it at noon as well. as they neared the water, lars began the intricate process of unlacing his armor, undoing a multitude of knots, removing shoulder pads – one he couldn’t reach, either by design or because he’d put it on wrongly. “fuck,” the iceborn swore, struggling alone. he could sense gabriel’s presence nearby but asking for help?

that was completely out of the question.   

[hearthwxrmth]

it was a process, thawing slowly, lest the surface cracked or chipped. gabriel could at least be patient when he knew better, tempering the usual energy radiating down to a smaller simmer. it was still there, burning beneath the surface, but the last thing he needed to do was burn away bonds with his own reckless warmth.

the walk to the lake was pleasant, if brief, but he'd always found some level of solace on the shore. or, well, he found some of the rushing thoughts brought more to heel here. his own armor was removed with relative ease, fear of being caught unawares enough to have him practicing more than he'd admit. but then there's the fuck from the side, and it prompts the barest hint of a laugh from gabriel.

"the buckles are a pain, right?" he doesn't even hesitate. space once again broached, reaching p to get at the one that seemed to still be clasped together.

[duckandash]

What was there to do? Where was there to go? He’d always been pretty good at meeting people but these weren’t just people, these were demigods. What was the protocol? Was it different? Was he different? Why did he feel like a fish out of water? Being perched next to a tree staring out at a big ass lake probably didn’t help.

Or maybe it did? Because he wasn’t alone all of a sudden. Axel stood up straight, put on his best smile and gave a small head nod. “Hey!” He called out. “New here. But, uh, probably already figured that out.”

[hearthwxrmth]

There was something to be said for finding a new face. Some part of him was reminded that there was, in fact, every chance if one of their numbers didn't return they might find another son of the same parentage, or if somebody returned to the world of mortals. But, to Gabe? It was just exciting. The minute Axel raised his voice to get his attention from where he'd been idly observing the other trying to find a good moment to speak up himself, he was flashing an easy grin.

"No, didn't guess at all." No hesitation in cutting the distance, of offering a hand, and definitely no hesitation in his smile. "Gabriel, one of the newer additions to camp myself. Been here long enough for it to start feeling homey, though."

[batmcndos]

"ah, that's a story, isn't it." dante still holds bittersweet memories regarding his time then. "well, my father was.... is very, very rich, a businessman." his mortal father, of course. "so from a young age, he wanted us to have our own business endeavors. doesn't matter what it was, he just was insistent that we just don't live off his wealth, that should anything happen, we have our own form of income."

"i chose... magic shows, as naive as a child that young could be. he had one condition; i had to perform it at his venues." thinking about it now, it was just... more money for their family, more money for his father. "and i did, two nights a week. they called me dante, the daring." a slight blush takes his cheeks now, feeling a bit silly reciting this story.

"it went well, y'know? packed shows, just to see some kid do these elaborate shows. i definitely lived up to the name with some of the stunts i'd pull." he works carefully as he speaks, wash cloth sliding down the son of hestia's stomach. "when i turned seventeen, i had my final show, and dante the daring disappeared, forever."

[hearthwxrmth]

There was something to be said for hearing about the events in his fellow demigods lives before arriving at the camp. What they experienced, what they lived before magic and myth entered in to the equation. As Dante spoke, Gabriel listened. Took in the details he could, and not seeing a reason to not just... Take it all at face value. Not that he would blame him if there were fabrications.

Gabriel made sure that the other knew he was still listening, quiet noises of encouragement if he stalled, or the soft hint of a laugh at the other's chosen moniker. When the other's words slowed to a stop, he sat up a little straighter, stomach tensing a little beneath the lingering contact of the wash cloth.

"Well, sounds like you had a pretty magical upbringing, I gotta say. Putting mine to shame, Dante the Daring." A moment left to tease the other, pretty... Successfully distracted from what was happening around the for the time being. The pain was still tere, but that'd be there for a while. "Should I assume this stays between us?"

[cygnusremes]

" I just did my part like the rest of you. We all did what we had to." He couldn't find himself soaking in any praise. Not when he personally felt like he could have done so much more but he had to take satisfaction in knowing that they survived and defended their home best they could.

He pulled up a chair so that he could make himself comfortable at Gabriel's side. It didn't seem right to leave the other until the Son of Hestia was for sure cleared and okay in Davon's eyes.

"You definitely did what you needed to do." the Son of Artemis knew his physical prowess wasn't nearly as great. He would have probably fallen if Gabriel and the others had not showed the invaders their might and that this was a group of demigods not to be trifled with, even if they did have casualties. That was what really stung the most; failing to protect those who counted on them.

"We are very lucky to have your strength. I know I'm grateful for you being here with us" he says softly, trying to soak in some peace for himself. Even if he hadn't taken physical damage, Davon was still exhausted from delving so deeply into the pool of his healing magic. So he laid his arm upon the bed while his forehead fell upon the other's shoulder to rest. "I am going to have to request a special breakfast once we get past this if you don't mind. Don't know why but I've been craving crepes..." he snerked. "However many meals, how ever much time we can share with each other. I'll cherish for sure."

[hearthwxrmth]

The slight scrape of the chair against the floor of the infirmary was enough of a sign that the other planned on staying with him, at least. Better than the silence, or the sounds of the rest of the infirmary filling his ears entirely. Easier to drown it out with somebody else there in his space, to focus on the words the other was offering him. And it was true, they'd all played their parts in the exchange. Did what they to do so that they could save as many as they could.

It still stung, though. To have lost who they did in the attack, and who even knew how the rest of the campers were handling all of this. It was... A lot.

There was a moment of idle consideration, before moving his hand to pat against the back of Davon's head where it rested against his shoulder.

"Once we're all back and fighting fit I'll sort out who wants what for breakfast, deal? Think we both need to rest up before that, though."

[sweatforged]

silas  wasn't  really  greek  lore  savvy,  but  even  he  knew  what  pandora's  box  was  &  that  it  was  terrible  news  regardless  of  who  had  it  or  whether  it  was  opened  or  not.  even  worse  if  it  did  get  opened.  he'd  have  liked  to  know  that  it  was  in  camp,  thanks.  "good,  i'm  glad."  he...  couldn't  bear  the  thought  of  any  of  those  he'd  come  to  care  for  get  hurt.  the  thought  alone...    stop  it.  it's  fine.  they're  fine. 

  "sure.  don't  matter  where."  silas  had  seen  a  few  of  the  other  cabins,  but  ..now  that  he  thought  of  it,  most  of  the  time  people  came  to  his.  he  got  it  though.  these  ..missions,  especially  the  gruesome  ones  were...  well,  heavy  on  the  heart.  he  felt  it,  too,  but  well..  he  got  lucky.  he  had  atticus,  jay  &  alejandro..  among  others.  he  knew  they  had  his  back  whatever  happened.  "only  thing  that  matters  is  that  we  ain't  alone."  he  offered  a  small  smile,  hand  on  the  younger  demigod's  shoulder.

[hearthwxrmth]

it's at least a relief, that they'd all made it out. some made it out much further than others, but that was... a problem for when he could feel like himself again, and not just buzzing energy trying to fit itself back together again.

energy that stilled a little at the weight of a hand connecting with his shoulder. one breath taken, and then another. getting himself in check before nodding at the other's words. "Did you need to grab anything? My cabin's pretty, uh, obvious." a shift of his head toward the pretty. distinct sign of a hearth blaze still flickering within. "Makes it easy to spot when I get lost if nothing else."

[victorywithremy]

"I think it's rather instinct by this point but I'm certainly feeling more like myself." As long as he kept looking forward, and didn't let himself linger on those darker thoughts that plagued his mind if he stopped. "I mean they could have the same motivation- though it does make it a little less fun." Remy kept those same charming dancing along his face but his eyes did drop down to the way the other hand brushes along that side. It wasn't exactly a hard thing to understand that it might be something had happened during the invasion- he might not know the details but the finer details didn't matter in the end. The pain was pain, after all.

"Honesty the party seemed like it was so long ago. Which, is a little strange," he added before he focused on Gabe again. "Though I must admit I do miss the sight of you in a toga. You looked good. A sight like that could wash away quite a few bad memories." Remy flirted easily as he took a step forward towards the other.

"But my advice? We look forward. The temple can be fixed. Hell, it will be" he pointed out with a little nod towards the temple. "And scars...fade."Remy pointed with a little nod toward the spot Gabe just touched.

[hearthwxrmth]

He doesn't bite back the soft laugh that escaped when Remy mentioned that it was instinct at this point. An easy way for him to dismiss the comments tossed his way. Just an instinct on the other's part, right? Catching where the other's eyes drifted to follow his hand, which in turn drew his own attention to where his hand came to rest. He hadn't really seen the ones on his own back. Whoever the lokison had been, he'd certainly liked to attack from behind.

"It certainly set up an interesting first week here. Dionysus party, then the box, and then being sent off to nightmares, and then the camp inva- Am I a bad luck charm?" It was a sudden realization that all of that had happened since he'd arrived at camp. It had been more of a joke than an actual concern over whether he brought misfortune to the camp or not. The toga comment snapped him from the potential spiral to instead fluster and shake his head. "Nope, that toga was returned to where it came from. Not gonna be wearing another one of them for a while. Hopefully."

"Looking forward sounds good. Scars are... Pretty sure the collections just gonna keep growing. They add to the appeal, right?" The other nodding down to it earned an easy shift of one hand to hook the fabric of his tee up, revealing the mess of scar lines across his side. He'd been at ground zero for the cloud of them, and it showed. "Think the ones on my back are worse, though. Asshole thought backstabbing was a fair strategy."

[hearthwxrmth]

With; Romeo @hvrricaneromeo Location; ...Whichever Cabin he's staying in because I lose track of these things.

Was this over stepping? Maybe? Hopefully not. Romeo didn't seem to not want a food delivery. There hadn't been a shred of doubt when working in the kitchen, but actually stopping by to drop it off led to the usual doubts. But, they were stuffed aside. Even if he only dropped the food off, it was better then hesitating. Somebody feeling under the weather wasn't great. And... Well, tending just came naturally. Waiting for the other to open up after giving a knock, he was soon presenting a container of soup, along with a couple of side things.

"Okay, so, I wasn't going to mess with the sanctity of Canja de Galinha by adding too much of a kick to it because this is just. Really good when you aren't feeling good, family recipe stamp of appr- I mean I say family recipe but it's more like, too bits fr- Anyway. So. Spicy chicken on the side instead?"

[mystxcmxn]

When he felt the shoulder hit his Rio moved into fill the rest of the space. His hands tucked between his and Gabe's body as his legs moved so his feet got tucked under him. His hands and feet still held most of the cold he defrosted from his time out in the middle of Russia. He hoped he didn't push too far but the feeling of the warmth of Gabe next to him was too comfortable to pass up. There was nothing he could say about the secrets of others, "Or at least an item that they wouldn't want people to find as easily." He listened to the other speak as he pulled what little shadows he could find in the room and had them lick at Gabe's ankles. "I'll cool you down if you promise to warm me up and you can bring the snacks."

[hearthwxrmth]

It's comfortable. Weight settling against Rio's, the heat radiating from his own frame at least offering somebody some comfort. H was used t weaponizing it, a shield against attackers, so it was nice to offer something more. He'd have offered something to reassure Rio that this was still perfectly fine by him, but he left it at just not raising a complaint at the continued contact.

"See, I can get where you're coming from but... How long do you think it would be before somebody wanted to a hide body?" As much as there was a joking hint in his voice... Well, he still expected it wouldn't take long at all. The sensation of the other's shadows was new, almost tugging his own legs upward, before Rio's words registered, and he offered a nod. "Deal. Next time you freeze up, you're more than welcome to be right here again. Next time I burn myself out, I'm all yours."

[bornatnightt]

Jesse is not the greatest at comforting people, well, not truly. He could charm a stranger at a bar, make them tell him all about their pain and their fears, offer words of wisdom that would get legs and wallets opening but actually being there for people? Well, that was something he hadn't practiced a lot before coming to camp...

And then, here he was, with a bunch of twenty year olds running around trying to save the world or whatever. He hoped he was making some sense, gods, he hoped these kids didn't burn out before they even achieved anything.

He sensed a lean into the touch and kept his hand where it was, nodding to his words as the warm water seeped away some of their tension. "I'm not sure there's ever going to be a completely clean victory." There was a lot at stake, and things tended to run out of their control. Jesse always felt like when he tried to make up for one thing another came up. A new trick, a new adversary... a blow he couldn't avoid.

"Shit, I'm all out of optimism, lad. A win is a win, but it can feel pretty shitty too." He caressed his back, hand moving up to massage a shoulder, "Train with me. Maybe that won't make you feel better now, but it won't hurt."

[hearthwxrmth]

Gabriel continued wallowing for a few more moments, letting the other's words sink in, before he knew he needed to not. The warmth of Jays' hand felt like a stark contrast to the water's. A point of contact to focus on when he's stuff things aside and formulating what he can.

"Then I guess we're all gonna have to keep going until we do get some real victories. No dispute, no follow up, we take care of the issue, and we do it good." A beat, a breath, emptying his lungs for a moment to draw in a newer one. "You don't get a choice, by the way. I gotta follow somebodies example here, right? You've been there for me twice now. The first was more because I was new and awk- I'm still both of those things, but. I appreciate this."

Yes, parts of it were an act. It really wouldn't even be difficult to tell. But Gabriel knew he didn't have the luxury of wallowing for long. This place moved too fast, and he needed to get use to standing back up again. If somebody else was running low on optimism, Gabe was just gonna have to break in to the reserves.

And then Gabriel was rising from the water like training had to happen right away, which was how he was reminded of a couple of things. Firstly, he hadn't actually been back long enough to not still get a bit of a head rush, and a reminder of injuries. Two, that the chill in the air suggested it was pretty late. Oh, and three?

He had completely forgotten he was naked until he was baring everything, and then the heat from the sauna didn't even compare to how quickly he was blushing and scrambling for his towel with a squeak.

"Training. Tomorrow. Or. Someday so- Thank you." And, yes. Beating a hasty retreat was absolutely the option he'd take if Jay didn't stop him.

[sweatforged]

"fire's  flashy  enough  if  you  ask  me."  &  pretty  cool,  too.  reminded  him  of  matai  a  little,  who  -  as  silas  personally  felt,  also  got  the  long  end  of  the  stick  when  it  came  to  godly  domains.  he  wasn't  jealous.  he  was  gifted,  too  -  just  ..in  a  different  way.  yeah.  "you're  gonna  get  there,  we  all  started  at  nothin'."  time,  patience,  practice.  silas  hated  ...having  to  exercise  patience,  but  he,  too...  had  to  learn  that  it  was  necessary  &  that  their  powers  failed  them  sometimes.

  "yeah,  i  gotcha.  weapons  were  new  to  me  too,  but  i'm  gettin'  the  hang  of  it."  if  it  was  weapon  training  he  desired,  silas  had  his  back.  "what's  your  weapon  of  choice?" he  may  not  be  savvy  when  it  came  to all  weapons,  but  he  felt  like  his  general  experience  with  fighting  ..  could  help  regardless. 

[hearthwxrmth]

"just gotta make sure i don't go burning myself when i'm practicing it." because he absolutely had caught himself a couple of times in the process of training and he really needed to not like... singe an eyebrow off because of his own flame. that'd just be humiliating. nodding when the other spoke of getting there, he knew he would. it was just being patient on the way there that he knew he'd struggle with.

"longsword. i think. it's the one that's like this long." hands briefly raised from below the water line, giving a rough indicator of the longswords blade length, before hands once more sunk. "not the giant swords, figured i'd leave that for people not using a shield at the same time."

[roguelunatiic]

okay, maybe those sausages were starting to smell pretty damn good. a little burnt or not, fried meat was fried meat, from grease to snappy skin. "so you like doing all kinds of work for nothing?" brows up. "like every second you don't spend trying to get up and over is another hour you go hungry?"

okay, maybe that's heavy, and gabe didn't ask for that.

"shit. alright, lemme put it this way." simon hopped up to sit on a counter. "I just keep track. because I don't do good shit for everyone. so there's less to keep track of. which is different from you, making breakfast for guys you met once and then watched get flash frozen like a TV dinner." absolutely taking the plate, simon bit a sausage in half and moaned. "fuck. this is it. okay." he took a minute. "I will take this breakfast as a favor, and I owe you. I'll do something for you, because you did stuff for me, and then you will owe me. we'll owe each other back and forth until one of us gets sick if it." another sausage disappeared. "and that's how you have friends with no money."

[hearthwxrmth]

"i guess? i just... like being useful. doing something with my hands, comes a lot easier when it's to help somebody else out, like cooking." a light shrug of his shoulders in return. if he was useful, people wanted him around. people needed him around. he had a place somewhere as long as he was useful, right?

the metaphor could be as heavy as it liked, it absolutely sailed straight over gabe's head if the brief knit between his brows wa anything to go by, before simon was back to speaking stuff that gabe understood. at least. he understood that other people could think that way. "if that's the deal that'll have you back out there finishing what... i assme may now just be mostly melted ice cream and soaked waffle, deal. which you're keeping track of." instead of offering a hand, however, he just stole a sausage from the plate the other had claimed. "and this ones mine. you still got a handful."

[raging-ale]

"i .. i think just new bandages... clothes.. uhm... maybe... i... i should shower.." he groaned, hating the process of just needing to get himself be taken care of, but he was thankful for those around him helping him in everything he needed, to get up, eat, shower. at first he hated it, until he was just happy for the care that was provided, very welcomed. those fingers through his hair really smoothing him, drawing him closer towards the demigod that was starting to push against those walls that he's built right up again. -- gabe was finding a way to break through, and alejandro was not going to fight it.

having not shown the new scars to just anyone out of the fear that was brought upon him of how others will look at him. he hated the looks he was getting - he did not want to be see as the dead man walking - he was the damn fucking son of ares, he was going to not fucking let them see him like this. he will heal, he will be stronger, he'll not die again. "i... i can make a b-bag.. and head with you.."

[hearthwxrmth]

it couldn't be easy, going from where ale had been to where he was currently, but gabe figured if nothing else he could do this. be there for the other to lean on when he needed him, and that'd be more than enough. knowing he was at least making things a little easier for a fellow demigod. a friend. "if you wanna get cleaned up, I can at least grab you some clothes. and in terms of bandages i should be able to manage, but if you'd rather atticus or somebody else does them that's fine."

he wouldn't even take it personally. medical training for this sort of thing was still a learning process for gabe rather than the sort of thing he'd practiced time and again on first aid. "that sound good to you? sort all of that out then go lay down for a bit."

[bornatnightt]

Jesse sighed, knowing words would only get him so far and even then, he wasn't sure how much that was really helping the other. sometimes they just had to deal with their worries on their own.

"Honestly?" He responds, shoulders slumping slightly as he tries to not come off completely jaded. "I don't think it ever does. I keep thinking about it still, the times I missed a hit, the time I caught everyone in shadows..." he chuckles dryly, "but that's how you learn. that's how you don't repeat the same mistakes. it doesn't mean you'll be perfect but you get better."

"We won't win all the time Gabriel. It's fucking awful, but it's the truth." He patted him on the back, letting his hand linger. The lad came to them all excited and eager to get in the action and now... it was a little hard to watch, frankly. He hoped he came out better at the end of it, Jesse hoped he came out better as well. "You take your time to swallow that pill, though. I'm not having the greatest time with it either."

[hearthwxrmth]

He's quiet, listening. The vague movement beneath the water showed one foot was tapping, an idle way to keep track of his own heart rate. Still high, but better. Slower, from the words offered by the other demigod, and the sheer relaxation the baths themselves offered.

The lingering touch, at least, snaps his attention back to the moment rather than spiral of thoughts. Broad length of his back leaning in to the contact. One inhale. One exhale. One inhale. One exhale. Finding a rhythm that worked to at least keep that under control.

"It'll probably help when the victories actually... Start feeling like 'em, y'know?" Each time it had come at a cost, at a price, that slowly seemed to be growing steeper by the encounter. When was it going to be too great to risk? Not that. A lot of those stakes seemed to really be a solid thing in Gabe's mind yet. Maybe with a bit more time. More time. It always seemed to be how to... Handle all of these things.

[batmcndos]

"don't worry your pretty little head about it, yeah? got bigger fish to fry now." dante didn't want to think about it either, taking his first mortal life, damage done by the very same coins he'd done magic tricks with in his younger years. his chest hurt all of a sudden, willing himself to keep his thoughts elsewhere.

"everyone else is mostly stable so... you've got me for now." tending to someone else meant he wouldn't be alone with the same thoughts plaguing gabriel's mind. he continues working the cloth down the son of hestia's midsection, snaking carefully around the bandaged areas.

"you know, when i used to do my magic shows, my father used to tell me, the worst thing you can do is bore your audience." a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "so let me entertain you for a little, alright? you earned the rest."

[hearthwxrmth]

Another brief flicker of laughter at the other mentioned a pretty face, easily slipping in to mentally brushing off the compliments while letting the other keep... Distracting himself as much as he was helping to keep Gabe's mind off the heaviness that was lingering. Something they clearly both needed in the moment.

"Father Cristiano had a lot of lessons, but. Priests usually do, right? Most fitting was... Something about remembering to take care of yourself even when you're taking care of others." It's with that comment that the chosen of Hestia shifts a little, making clear space for the other. Temperature back to... Well he still ran hot, but he wasn't burning himself up to keep going. "Tell me about the magic shows, Dante? 'm not the only one that's earned a rest today."

[lovecorey]

Eros cabin didn't let him down with this random encounter, thank Gods for that. Only through such tests would Cor learn for certain that it served him and those he chose. There was no use fussing over Gabriel or his polite answers. With a sideways nod, Cor confidently redirected their conversation to the communal couches. A much more comfortable spot to sip tea and break ice. "I don't want to hold you hostage, but you've held my interest. Beyond the spill."

"But I get your cabin is probably more comfy than mine so... please, take your leave whenever you're ready." He teased with a smirk, though there would be no hard feelings if Gabriel chose to do so. "I can picture myself chatting with you all night. That could be dangerous. For a poor newcomer like you."

[hearthwxrmth]

There was no hesitation in Gabriel's part with the movement to the couches, almost immediately letting his body sink in to the closest one. Doing what he could to remain polite and not give in to the impulse to just... curl up in to himself on the plush surface. If nothing else, his and Cor's cabins both seemed to have comfort down to a fine art if how the chosen of hestia felt was anything to go by.

"I can't deny that my cabin's comfortable but it's also missing something pretty key here." A quiet moment, before lips tugged up in to a wide grin. "It's too quiet. Much rather be chatting with you than sprawled out on one of the couches in my underwear in silence. So, ask away, whatever it is that could be such dangerous topics of discussion."