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𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂 ✦ 𝑲𝒊𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒓 ✦ 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐 ✦ 𝟐𝟏 𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 ✵ 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✵ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ✵ 𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 ✵ 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒂 ✦ 𝑻𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒚 ✦ 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔 ✦ 𝟑𝟎 𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 ✵ 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✵ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ✵ 𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 ✵ 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦ 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 ✦ 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒂 ✦ 𝟒𝟎 𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 ✵ 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✵ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ✵ 𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 ✵ 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 ✦ 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 ✦ 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒏 ✦ 𝟐𝟔 𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 ✵ 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✵ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ✵ 𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 ✵ 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒛 ✦ 𝑷𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒍 ✦ 𝑯𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔 ✦ 𝟓𝟎 𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 ✵ 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✵ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ✵ 𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 ✵ 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
At that suggestion, Reid rolled his eyes. “Please, it’ll take a lot more than that to get me crawling toward a healer for help.” It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t walk off, besides, Reid didn’t fuck with many of the other demigods. If he needed a stitch he knew where to go, “You and your big head didn’t do any permanent damage,” playful, a little scathing, his shoulder bumped against Caleb’s, “but you should monitor me for a concussion later just in case. It is your fault, after all.”
Mostly joking, there were worse ways to spend the night than getting woken up every two hours by someone checking on him. He didn’t have a concussion, but he did have a very particular attachment style and there was a certain level of comfort that came with being with the artemis boys – with his pack. His family.
It made watching easy, and joining in obvious as Dante’s throaty howl rose to greet the wolves in the woods – and Reid joined in immediately. Back arching into the effort before he straightened up, Dante’s hand tracing his jawline. Again, his eyes followed the movement, sucking the back of his teeth with an obvious scoff before moving to follow after the fellow son of Artemis. “I recognize all of them,” Reid admitted, “I spend all my time out here–” he shrugged, “I know every wolf out there by name. I’ll introduce you next time I can drag you out.”
" You're acting like it's going to ruin your night, I saw Callum heal a wound in ten seconds flat once, plus your head is like mostly water right, your brain floating in all that liquid, Callum could surely fix you right up." Dante looked around the party for Callum, even though a demigod like Callum would have had to be dragged out to a party like this. He did scoff anyway at Reid saying he had a big head, " Name calling and you expect me to monitor, do you think I know how to monitor someone's health?" Or that he was sober enough to actually do it. Having Reid join his howl, he could feel their tones intertwining in harmony, making Dante wonder what beautiful chorus could the Artemis brothers make if they were all together, and if something like that had any powers. Grabbing their next drinks, going for the fancy pure ambrosia flavor this time, he handed it back to Reid, " You rarely have to drag me out anymore, I come willingly, most times."Dante moved pass the table of drinks once they were all set, making his away from the party a bit to sit on the beach, " You having a good time pup?" He teased, bumping shoulders, " See any demigod you want to sink your teeth into?" He looked back at the party once more.
Another laugh, deeper, fuller, the vision very clearly painted as Evander explained a bit further. “Right, well, as far as I’m aware it’s not an entirely common problem. Even here, so I imagine especially out there.” There was a very clear innocence to the other that reminded Ciro so much of some of the friends he’d had back in school.
Naturally, he’d been in an arts program and things were a lot more liberal and open than most places. There wasn’t really a second look put toward the things that guys did together at parties, or did to one another when they otherwise came up dry for the night. “Most of my ‘straight,’” and Ciro used quotations around the world, “were suddenly a bit more uh… how to put this… sexually fluid after they’d struck out a few times.”
The answer was of course obvious, “Well, there’s you; the whole muscle-jock-stocky-build thing,” Ciro sort of traced the vague outline of Evander’s muscular shape, “with the big dick hard on out in the woods is very much on brand for what I’m into.” All the obvious inferences stacking on top of one another. “But – don’t worry – I don’t need a wingman, I can take care of myself just fine.” All things considered, he did more than alright, “Have you ever done stuff with guys before, or has it strictly been women-who-haven’t-tried-to-kill-you?”
" I mean apparently there were people hunting us, so it would be that out of the realm of possibly to sexually lure us off the cliffs, the sexually luring would work great on some of you," He knew it was their demigod divinity that heightened everything from how they perceived the world around them to their libido, Evander was painfully away that it had been months since he gotten laid, not once since he accepted his divinity, it was mostly why he was so blind to the nymph's trap. With Ciro being so forward as to saying that he had his eye on Evan, a blush did move back over his cheeks and chest, an easy thing to do in itself, but Evan didn't get flustered that often, usually the one to make the women blush. He was also over his arousal, but the attention to him, the admiration of his bulge and it's size, it wasn't helping. " I mean," He had to think back, " I had this friend once that came out as bi, but before that him and I were hanging out with his girlfriend and things quickly fell into place for a threesome, but nothing really happened between us...beyond that and like...watching porn with your friends, I haven't really done stuff like to a guy, or had someone do something to me."
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There was certainly something to be said about the joy in winning the games, in watching the way that his pack rejoiced with their animalistic instincts at winning the games. They might not have gone as wild as the children of Pan, but there was still an amount of animalistic quality to them that had the son of Artemis itching to join them. But he couldn't. Not yet. Not until he had looked out for every member of his pack, made sure that they were all good - that they were all in control of themselves, or, at the very least, aware of what was happening to them.
The sound of howls filled the air as Wyatt began to make his way towards one of the newer brothers of his cabin, a smile upon his lips as he reached Dante. "The howls making you itch for a run as much as I?" he questioned, playful smile pulling at his lips as he moved to wrap an arm around the younger male's frame. "Do not fret... It's common for the sounds to make us want to get in to nature."
Dante had never experienced something like this before, competition and games, he was, thankfully, in good enough shape to keep up and where he lacked men like Wyatt made up for it. During the games, and working with his pack, he could very much feel the animals poking through, fueling them and making them more harmonious. Over the past two years, Dante was finally starting to settle into his new life, free from his fears and worries. But tonight, after the games, winning and some celebratory weed, Dante was at the edge of the party, finishing off a blunt as he listened to the howls, they really were calling to him. He felt the other's large arm around his waist before he realized that Wyatt was here and looking up to the other, Dante gave a goofy grin, leaning into the Alpha, " I know Wyatt, you know I'm not the pup I was two years ago, there are younger wolves out there that need Papa Wyatt's guidance," Among other things, " though tonight you should just have fun, you don't have to check in with us."
If you were looking for Henry, there was a good chance that you'd find him in the training grounds. Sometimes he'd training with another demigod, or doing it on his ow. Skilled with just about every weapon, Henry knew he had to keep his mind sharp and focused. Not to mention he particularly, the battlefield was where he felt the most alive. His brain seemed to be the most alert when he was charging against an enemy, looking for their weak points, and being quick on his feet.
It must have been hours, the sun was setting and he was drenched in sweat as he took out the last dummy that was set up for him. Pealing his shirt off, he wiped off his sweat before he saw someone watching from the stands. "Didn't realize I had an audience, I would have put up more of a show." Henry said as he swung his glaive around
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Callum had been avoiding The Thalassa Games, Napoleon wasn't that keen on playing them and if his older brother wasn't going to drag him out to play, Callum wasn't going to play, especially on his own against some cabins that have over ten demigods in them. He knew he was weak, that he spent a lot of the time that he should be training his demigod powers, distracted by the side project of his medical research, so after a pep talk that he could indeed get through a training session, Callum went down to the training grounds to see if someone could help him out. The field was mostly empty, a lot of the demigods still preforming in the games or heading off to the many parties across the island. There was only one sole demigod training and while Callum wasn't the greatest with names, he knew that the other was a son of Athena, admiring their brains, Callum was that out of all the gods it wasn't Athena that was his mother. Being called out pulled Callum out of his mind, noticing now that the nameless demigod lost his shirt, Callum's eyes glancing over the body, just for a second, before moving back, " Sorry, I was just..." He made his way onto the grounds, towards the other, " I'm Callum...Blue, I am a son of Poseidon," He wasn't sure who knew of him, a lot of the demigods knew the six elite demigods mostly because there were only six of them, " I was coming down to train, not to ogle, promise."
“Dunno –” The fey didn’t think or act like humans, no matter how badly the stories wished that to be true. “It’s hard to know what a person that I’ve never met might have wanted. If I had to guess, she did exactly what she’d intended – and left you out in the woods alone… half-cocked.”
As oblivious as Evander might have been, Ciro was far from it; his perception made subtlety, nuance, and naivety all but impossible to get past him. So even with Evander’s enthusiasm, unwitting, something of a lightbulb went off over the son of Athena’s head. He… very clearly had no idea what Ciro had been inferring to. What was worse, it was painfully clear that this young demigod had probably only ever been with women. A tragedy, truly.
The clearing was dark, a favoured rendezvous for lovers and those – like Ciro – who were looking for a discreet place to sneak away to. But still, they were very much alone. “Do you make that sort of thing a habit, by the way?” Ciro asked, arm unslinging from Evander’s shoulder as he took up a place on the ground and let his back sing against the nearest tree. “Following strange women out into the woods late at night?” He mused, playfully. “Normally that’s a thing I only did with guys back when I’d go cruising before I came here, it’s much easier on the island… You can generally throw a stick and hit a dude that wants to blow you.”
" Cruising..." Along with being oblivious to the advances of men, Evan wasn't all that well versed in the terminology of gay hook up culture, Ciro saying he could throw a stick and hit a guy that wants to blow you, the piece did finally click and you could almost see the spark in his eyes as the pieced connected. " OH!" He couldn't help but laugh, plopping down next to Ciro, facing the bonfire, " I mean...yeah, I mean, I haven't really hooked up with any of the women here on the island, but before at Uni, there really wasn't a problem of women luring me off cliffs." Evan had size on them, a man of six foot three with muscle mass to match, Evan was a wall of a man, but that didn't speak to his defenses. He wouldn't bring himself to even think about hurting a woman, or anyone for that matter. " But are you really one to judge me if you're going on with strange men into the woods late at night." He teased. He had no problem with gay men, there were plenty in uni and the handful that showed interest in Evan, but he never caught on or at least gave them a glimpse, but that was another story for another day. Still even with Ciro admitting he had dudes blow him, Evan didn't put together the previous offer of their own privacy, " Is there anyone catching your eye tonight? If I can't get laid without attempted murder, might as well wingman you."
The movement at his waist wasn’t half as bad as the hand on the side of his head, Dante was so close to scratching him behind the ears that Reid – rather embarrassingly – reflexively leaned into the touch even as he got up and adjusted himself. It was good that he stayed out in the woods as often as he did because Reid was liable to hump the furniture if left unattended.
“Oh that?” Reid watched Dante’s face for a second, conspiratorial before he just went along with it, “Nah, not yet, that was definitely a mating call – someone’s out there in heat for sure.” His face cracked a half-second later, “But for real I’m pretty sure they said… Stick the landing… and don’t give your boy a concussion.” The actual intonation was much simpler, sweet – and the answer came a few seconds after as there was another howl, followed by another closer to the second. Reid looked toward it once more, the dark of the woods staring back at the juxtaposition of bonfire-lit revelry on the beach.
“Just a wolf trying to find his way home,” another howl and Reid raised a finger, turning his head a bit toward the sound, “sounds like he did.” Dante would get there eventually, the mistake was thinking of it like a language, he’d said it before but the cadence was emotional and searching the intonation was the key to the translation. He gestured with his chin toward his brother, “Howl back, tell him good job. Or better yet – good boy.” A grin.
Dante didn't catch that lean into his touch or he would have certainly called it out, and possibly have given him that scratch behind the ear he so desperately wanted. " We can get you over to Callum if you wanted a check over, not sure how much help his magic water could do...maybe a Dionysus pup could do some brain magic on you." Eyes off on the distance, looking for any of the children of Artemis, even if they weren't the only demigods that could shapeshift into animals, they did have the best control over it. Each howl felt amazing, the tones vibrating into him, churring something inside him to respond. It didn't even take the coxing from Reid to pull a howl out of Dante, his hand finding the other's shoulder as he leaned into the howl, on his tip toes and echoing through the clearing into the woods. He pulled back, plopping on his feet, a happy grin on his lips. His hand found Reid's jawline, thumb pressing against his chin with a smirk, before nodding for Reid to follow him towards their next drinks. " Do you recognize the howl? Still putting tones to names."
Being observant had its perks, generally for him and sometimes for those around him. “I’m not a fan of mind games, and I’m definitely not a fan of unnecessary funerals.” Mind games were boring because they were too easy and the other was boring because – well – it was unnecessary. But up close, Ciro found himself marveling a bit at the other’s frame: strong torso, broad shoulders, thick arms. Very innocent face – clearly naive – the poor guy hadn’t stood a chance.
“Well–” Ciro looked down and clicked his tongue, “looks like they definitely charmed something.” The son of Athena mused as he looked down at the chub that it looked like Evander was sporting under his toga. An unsubtle movement between his own thighs at the motion – his vice was an appreciation for sculpture in its many forms, he’d felled enough monsters he’d have rather bedded than to feel any shame about it. “Our parents are distant, quiet, and require us to fight our own battles. And nymphs are gods in their own right – though,” he mused, slinging an arm around the other’s shoulders, “minor and much less important. But definitely hot.” In the end there was something universally true, “We have each other to watch out for one another, don't expect our parents to help.”
A laugh, sharp and clear – a bark between what would undoubtedly be fast friends. “I’m not going to push you off a cliff if that’s what you mean,” there were two ways they could go, and Ciro leaned in a bit closer to emphasize, “we could head back to the party, or–” he shrugged, “go a little–” he pointed toward a few trees that had grown closer together, “over there, where the rest of the party can’t see.”
Oblivious, it was a standard for Evan. The same oblivion that had him thinking he could just party and play sports non-stop and never actually study, but that caught up with him fast and rightfully kicked his ass. It was worse with flirting, while he was usually pretty certain when it came to women, Evan was blind to the advancements of men, or even Ciro's eyes as he took Evander in. But it was clear that Ciro was looking when he pointed out Evan's lifting toga, a blush quickly moving over his cheeks and chest, " Well...I mean...yeah, she was really fucking beautiful," He did look back into the woods once more just to see if she would make a return. Evan let the other lead the way, one to take charge when needed but quick to give that power away when he trusted someone, and his new found family he trusted, even those he hadn't gotten to know all that well yet, like Ciro. The Gods chose them, they wouldn't pick someone they thought would betray the island, right? At the mention of the cliff, he did put two and two together, just not what Ciro wanted, " Wait, do you think she would have pushed me off the cliff?" He didn't even know where a cliff was on this island, clearly through the woods if Ciro thought so. His eyes did follow to where he was pointing, " Oh! I was looking forward to the break from the crowd, so we can stand by the waysides if you want bro," He agreed, not really know what he was agreeing to.
Amber eyes flashed a beat as the bonfire coiled within, reflecting off the iris as his attention stayed focused on his brother, half-hunched – he whooped loudly – the energy that Dante spoke of was only getting louder and louder the deeper into the night they went. The world was too alive, too wild, and he could hear it all. Feel it. The thrum of life beneath them as the partiers beat the ground, their hearts ringing in his ears as their pulse sang with the night.
And in the distance, Reid heard a wolf howl as if on key – booming its call as Dante leapt and cleared the flame… Clearing, and clearing and– oh shit –
Realizing too late, Reid took the full brunt of Dante’s descent as his brother hit the ground and then staggered into him, knocking them both clear on the ground. Foreheads smacking, the back of Reid’s head hitting the sand with a hard thud. “What the–” a groan as his hand worked over his brow, head ringing just a little before he laughed. “Dude… dude we gotta work on that.” He laughed, though habitually his other hand had landed neatly on Dante’s waist, looking up to see him more or less framed by the night sky behind him. “Actually, the view isn’t so bad.” A half joke, still a bundle of bunched up energy as he moved to cup the other’s ass instead.
Dante felt a rush when he lifted himself off Reid, a dizzying and sick feeling washing over him if only for a second as he moved to sit back on his legs, only stopped by the moving hand from his lips to his ass. He looked down at Reid, the underglow of orange light from the bonfire, the filling moon shining down on them, it's rays tingling off Dante's exposed skin, full moons felt better here on the Island, away from light pollution and skyscrapers. He couldn't help but smile softly at the other, " You okay dude?" He asked, a hand coming up to rest against Reid's head, just above his ear, as his thumb brushed over the other's forehead. Leaning down, he did place a kiss against Reid's forehead, knowing good and well by now that Reid would want more, but it was fun to teased. He finally pulled himself off, his weight pressing delibrately against the other's crotch as he slid off and stood up, a hand expressed to the other to help up, " Who do you think that was?" He asked, looking towards the direction of the howl, what clearly distracted him from his landing and nothing else, " You think one of the new pups got lucky?" Dante was still working on what howls meant what.
Realizing what had likely happened as he continued to close the distance, stopping short in front of the newbie as he quickly sized him up. Ciro tilted his head slightly, craning off to the side in the direction that Evander had pointed off toward and more or less just grimaced.
“Notorious teases,” the son of Athena lamented with a sigh before his hands took a stance and perched on his hips – elbows out as his smirk turned only a little vicious. “I'm guessing she was promising a good time if you came out this far--” Much further and she’d definitely have led the demigod off a cliff, the fey had an incredibly vicious sense of humour but Ciro would keep that much to himself. Who knows, maybe her interest was genuine and the son of Athena frightened her off – at any rate – seemed to be just the two of them now.
The gladiator’s hand left his hip to fan out, holding the other’s head and getting a bit closer to get a good look in Evander’s eyes. “You might’ve been charmed, be careful, they’re every bit violent as they are beautiful.” Smile fanning out a bit before he released him, “Make a habit of following people in the woods, do you?”
As soon as it dawned on Evan that he had been lured out to the woods instead of lead, he groaned, looking back into the emptiness of the woods before his eyes returned to his savior, " Well it's a good thing you came by when you did then, isn't it?" Evan replied, voice obviously down trotted for getting all riled up with no reward. Ciro's grabbing his face lightly, turning his eyes to the other's it was unexpected but Evan followed his demands, eyes on him until he let go. He didn't feel charmed, aroused, surely, hopefully not too obvious with wearing nothing underneath his own toga. " Well I didn't think there would be things on this island that would want to kill us, you would think the nymphs would want to fuck a demigod and not kill one and have the gods pissed off at him." Has Evan been lucky enough to sleep with a nymph yet? No. He honestly hadn't slept with anyone since he left London, a beautiful woman named Ashley, but she was far out of the picture. " Thanks for saving me...Ciro right?" He asked, looking back to the other, " I can trust you to follow in the woods, right?"
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Jovivial. Light. Ciro had his ways of attracting attention because he liked being a bit of a spectacle, nothing wrong with that really, but even as an artist and later a conservator, he wanted to be the focus more than recreate the focus. Deft hands used to chipping away at stone were now twice as good at turning over a spear, the vanity build he’d refined had paid off in spades, and those eyes that had been so detail-oriented could scan and process the small details in a field – in combat – faster than most.
Sometimes that meant shit got loud, or like whatever people he was engaged with were moving in slow motion with predictable commentary that Ciro was already thinking ten steps ahead of. With any gathering, ambrosia took the edge off and made it a whole lot easier for the son of Athena to put his mental energy toward genuinely enjoying himself rather than dissecting the minutia of every interaction. Still, he was sharp, and more protective than he’d let on – at least – he didn’t want to see anyone accidentally die by stumbling off a cliff or something stupid.
A new guy dipped out into the woods, alone, and looked like he was going farther than someone who was just going to take a leak. Ciro emptied his cup, some of the laced-wine dribbling a little down his chin and splattering the chest of his toga before he followed suit. He hadn’t gotten the guy’s name – Evan – or? No, not that. “Evander –” he called into the woods, comfortable enough to slip into the dark. Mindful of most, “not really the place you want to wander off dude.” Ciro pressed, catching sight of him a bit of a way off.
Evander was, of course, a bit bummed that the Blue Team didn't win, he figured with having both Poseidon and Zeus' children along with the cast of strong men that were the Apollo brothers, they would be a shoe in, but they were no match against the others, especially with Nike's children on their team. Still, Evander had an amazing time competing and now it was time to celebrate! The island was always brimming with parties, at least in the past month that Evander has been here, but it was clear there were was a certain ump that was applied during events such as The Thalassa Games. Maybe there was a part of Evander that wasn't focusing too much on his hard work, possibly the same part that got Evan to flunk out of university, but many a libation in him and Evander carted off to the woods by some nymph, his priorities were elsewhere tonight. She was leading him deeper into the forest away from the fire and prying eyes and it wasn't until he heard his name that his attention was pulled away. Standing just at the end of the path towards the bonfire was Ciro, an easy name to remember with it being so uncommon, " I'm not alone," He retorted, turning back to show off the beautiful nymph that was....gone. " Uh," He took a step back, thoroughly confused, " Shit, did you not see me walking off with a nymph?" He asked, looking back into the woods as he moved slowly back to Ciro and the party.
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Reid hadn’t been particularly acrobatic before the call of the moon had brought him to camp, but a few drinks in and with the moon getting as full as it was – only seven nights out from full – there was a sort of restless energy about him that couldn’t sit still. The socially-averse-air fell away with the Artemis being out in full force, and being victors – this was a night to fucking celebrate – and Reid intended to revel in every second of it that he could. Clad in just a pair of shorts, the cool night air biting at his skin, he set his eyes on the prize.
One of the bonfires along the beach were roaring with life and, with a bit of a wolfish grin, Reid made eye contact with Dante beside him – bumping his shoulder with his own – then took off into a full run. Sprinting, then leaping, tucking into a ball, and turning over the blaze before sticking the landing and staggering to a stop. His arms went out wide to either side, challenging the other, flames rippling in the obsidian reflection of his eyes. “Your move, bro!”
Maybe it was that restless energy that lead the Artemis team with their half of the gods towards their win, something that Dante hadn't expected given the horsepower of The Blue Team. Even after the competitions and games, it was clear that some of the wolves had more energy than the others. Dante had barely gotten his eyes off the fine Aphrodite demigoddess when Reid tapped his shoulder, running ahead of him to jump over a fucking bonfire. Taking a step back and surveying what just happened and that it wasn't a weed-induced hallucination, he couldn't help but laugh," You can't seriously have the energy still man, they fucking wore us out," Him at least. Still, with a roll of his eyes and a polishing off his beer, tossing it to the side to be cleaned up in the morning, Dante moved back, more distance than what Reid started with, before running. He could feel it, the moon and his wolf pushing him forward as he gained speed and with a push, Dante had leap easily off the sand and into the air. Sticking the landing....that had to be worked on, as Dante came down, he connected right with Reid, the pair falling towards the sand with Dante on top, " Fuck, shit, sorry dude, you okay?" He asked, pulling himself onto his arms, looking down at the other.
Yeah, he’d give him that. “Awe, your ass sore already?” But yeah, as Reid inched forward and his knee rolled against a particularly rude ass pebble, he regretted not doing a better job at sweeping out the site. He’d been hasty, but he waited to open the tent for after they were done hot boxing it, if they even got that far. Dante might have been curious, but Reid was damn certain they were the worst thing out there – not that he’d ever argue against wandering into the woods at night.
Reid craned his head a little toward the source of the sound, catching Dante’s eye as he did – straining just a little to extent the sense outward – he relented and then committed to the rotation with a firm plop as the back of his head landed in Dante’s lap. “Bake first, danger– I don’t know, later.” Maybe if they just ignored the crazy-psycho-axe-murdering-leviathan then it would just leave them alone. Or, more likely, whatever woodland creature was out there had already scampered off.
He reached for the blunt and drew it to his lips – Reid would make sure it got put out properly – no forest fires here. For now, he exhaled, haze following as he looked up lengthwise at Dante, a reflexive chuckle rising before he ashed and passed it back. “I just got like, ten times comfier too.”
" You're a mean mean man Reid," Dante teased, feeling Reid's knee brush against his ass as he felt out for the pebbles. It was clear that Reid had some experience with his powers than Dante did, the latter was mostly nervous to actually use his powers, feeling like he was going against whatever divine force kept him from the woods, even so, he can tell that Reid was feeling out the night, peering into the woods with some sixth sense that Dante needed to work on. The plop did spook Dante, only because he was intently focused on Reid's focus. He looked down at the other, smoke pooling out of his lips, looking up at Dante with those beautiful eyes that brought him comfort, the same eyes that kept him in the woods. " Well I am glad I'm cushion enough for you," Dante took the blunt back, another long puff, but he kept it in as he leaned down. A hand snaking under Dante's head, he pulled him up into a kiss, releasing the smoke between them with a few long kisses, Dante taking in the feeling of Dante's lips against his own. He pulled away, looking back out into the night, " Hopefully it's not any of the new demigods lost in the woods again," moving on like he didn't just make out with Reid as he got one more puff in and passed it back.
"Darlin. I am older than you both, and thus get to call you what I will. I am the oldest horse in this stable and that's gotta come with some perks- darlin." He countered without missing a beat or losing that smile as he reached out to lightly smack the other's chest with a chuckle. With anyone else, he might have followed that up with a hung like a horse joke, but instead, he just dropped his eyes to notice that oh so cute blush on the other's face. There's no hestation as he leaned into that side hug as Evander pulled his arm around his waist.
"Bro." Cassidy laughed as the other downed that beer and managed to hit the trash can from across the room. There's a soft hum at that brush to his back before he moved forward, weaving his way through the party till he found the keg of beer, humming as he filled up one of the goblets and holding it out to his brother.
"I mean- yeah. Some of the Ares girls are twice as likely to stab you as fuck you. So, you know. Maybe stick to the Nympths for a good time." Cassidy drawled as he filled up his own cup and took a long swing of it. He'd been here three or so ish years and had more than enough experience with all sorts on the island that he wasn't a terrible guide. he lowered his drink as he danced his eyes over at the other. 'Though the Aphrodite cabin is a great and wild place to get your dick sucked. So hey, there's that," he pointed out as he moved away from the drinks table to move closer to Evander. "So, you settling in Little Sun? Got your head around this place yet?"
" and being the tallest doesn't?" Evan teased, puffing his chest out with the pats and letting a laugh himself. He was surprised that he was finding himself already at such ease with his brother, much closer than he was with his friends in college, as much as he loved and missed his time there. Evan's firm hand found it's way to Cassidy's shoulder, holding it as the older demigod led them through the party. " I don't know if their dad, or our dad, would be all that happy if they stabbed one of their demigods," But then again, it wasn't like they were one of the big twelve, the two men and women chosen to represent Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, he was sure they had greater protections than the others. Taking the goblet, he clunk it against Cassidy's, spilling some in the process, before taking another long sip of the fresh and cold beer, a happy hum coming out. He did very much note the Aphrodite women, they were beautiful, beyond so, and he was surprised that they showed anyone the light of day, " Yeah? You hooked up with one?" He asked, getting away from the keg and the center of the party to talk. " Oh! I mean...yeah, I have been training, camping out of the beach, making some friends here and there...I never did ask if there was anyone on the island that you're close with...wasn't really sure if you wanted to share seconds, if you know what I mean."
"Were you not going to offer to share? That's just rude you know. But thank you." Peter gracefully took the offer cigarette between two fingers and brought it to his lips. A slow drag before blowing it out the side of his mouth before offering it back to the other man. There was nothing that really startled Peter he didn't care enough abut social norms to be bothered by his own behavior. He was certainly aware he came off a certain way but he figured people would either avoid him or get used to it. Besides the pros of his company out weighed the cons if you asked him.
"Rumor has it you're an animal guy yeah? I mean you are a son of Artemis. So, if I needed like a bunch of poisonous animals you'd be able to help me you think? I could make it worth your while. Probably."
" Isn't this me sharing?" Dante pointed out, not that he had to share his cigarette with the younger guy. He certainly wanted to get to know the other demigods, but that really didn't mean he had to like all of them, so as long as he was treated nicely, he would oblige. At the mention of him being an 'animal guy', he decided to play dumb, " I mean, I never had a pet before, I was always too busy working to keep up with them....oh! you mean I'm the animal!" He rolled his eyes, looking around like he was dealing drugs before turning to Peter, " I don't know how to talk to animals," He admitted, " I am still learning my powers, Reid and Wyatt have stronger holds on their powers, so if you need a poisonous animals for whatever not sketchy thing you're doing, it would be best to talk to them...but what would you even offer to trade?"
ten miles was his stanadard run. The direction he took differed each morning but the distanc was pretty much set in stone. today he wanted a little more of he sunrise so he took the shore. He had just gotten into the slow down of his run when he heard the voice all out to him. Pulling an airpod out so he could hear the converstation that was going to come. "yeah just did ten miles" he told the younger demi god that looked like he had been here all night "you camped out?" he asked. his eyes scannded the other's body on insitnct. Nice arms big chest solid core and legs. He worked out before coming here. Hank hadn't seen him in the gym but he was young his workout probaly came late night while hank loved to do it first thing in the morning. "you got any food in the there or just beer and weed?"
Evander, clearly, worked out himself, and it was entirely possible that a workout was in his future if he sun pushed enough energy into him, he was already feeling better as the sun started to rise. Looking up at the other, it was clear he had just finished a run by the state of him and Evan was pulling himself up from the sand, looking down at his makeshift camp, " Trying, it wasn't the greatest, haven't been camping all that much, but it will get better." Call it training, what if The Gods had a mission for them and before long Evan was camping out in The Amazon, he needed to build up those skills. " Uh..." Evan was back down and bent into his tent, coming back with a bag of beef jerky, some chips, " I ate the real food," Evander admitted, hands out for Hank, not sure if he was observing or he wanted a snack, " I also have some water if you need a break, I'm just about to wrap up here soon and head back to the cabin for a shower, love the view, hate the sand."
Tucking into the tent as his brother rolled one, lantern swaying subtly in his hand, Reid sat opposite the other in the tight space, legs stretching out and getting comfortable on his own sleeping bag as he listened to Dante’s idle protestations. “Yeah, sure– we’ll get a whole fucking buffet too, maybe some origami napkins or whatever.” Next Dante was going to start complaining about the standard-issue-hole dug into the ground a half yard behind the treeline. “Roughing it is the whole–”
Interrupted, his eyes moved toward the other in tandem… because no… Reid wasn’t sure about that. Reid’s family had died under similar circumstances, then shortly after he’d come to learn that more often than not – people – were the scariest fucking thing about the wilderness. “Just as likely there’s an axe-murderer out there. What’s worse, a monster set as a test, or just some psycho who wants to wear us like a coat?” It wasn’t funny, but Reid smirked anyway before he rolled forward and crawled toward the zipper of the tent.
He paused with his finger on the clasp, nose twitching as he sniffed the air and only smelled the danky fucking weed that Dante had brought, leaning into it though, he looked over his shoulder, smirking. “Scared?”
Dante sat in the corner of the tent next to the open entrance, mostly to have a good look at Reid as he sat across from the other. Just outside the tent was nice and warm fire, casting a nice glow on Reid. Dante's own legs were pulled up, arms resting on them as he finished rolling his blunt. " Well we at least need to do a better job at cleaning off the ground when we set up, I've been sitting on a rock for the past hour, " He said, shifting his weight. At the mention of an axe-murdered, Dante looked back from the opening wide-eyed, that was until he put two and two together, " Wait, not it's not, I could very much see the Gods putting monsters to test us, but them allowing some random axe murderer on their island....or...is it one of us?" Was it possible with all of the chosen demigods that some of them were a little crazy, or murdery? " I still pick the psycho, I feel like we can take on a mortal while there's a ton of monsters that I would very much not want to meet." Reid moved closer, leaning almost out of the tent but much closer to Dante, sitting beside him, he looked back out, " I'll go back to the cabin, don't test me," Dante teased, pushing Reid playfully before the new blunt hung between his lips with a light and puff, Dante holding out the lit blunt to Reid, " Did you want a hit...or were you wanting to go see what's out there?" Dante did feel a little curious.
