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“Yeah. Just a quick seven hours later,” Eli snorts, pushing some of the hair off of Jackson’s face.
“I’m fine, don’t spare a second to worry over me.” Clearing his throat, Eli reminds himself of the objective and puts a healthy dose of distance between himself and the demigod. All of that allure, it’s not real. It’s the gift of the Gods and Eli refuses to fall victim to artificial charm. “What we need to do is be prepared. I’m not exactly sure what might await us. I only have a vague clue of the apple’s whereabouts, but that’s it. There might be traps there, enemies. What sort of weapons do you use to fight? Do you summon them or do we need to find some before we leave the city?”
“Just like that huh?” Jackson teased back, his head tilting back a touch as those fingers found that hair to brush out of his eyes- enjoying that intmacy, and that closeness between the two of them before Eli step back and let that space between them grow. It was a shame, every time that there was a hint of that fun intimacy, the other seem to recoil as quickly as possible.
“Fine, if you say so, when you pass out from a lack of sleep, I’ll be sure to catch you.” Jackson shot back at the other, with the most charming smile he could muster as he pushed off the seat and shifted a bit, getting any crinks out of his back from the rough sleep. “You know that sounds like literally ever quest I’d ever been on.” He pointed out with a little rub at the back of his neck. Half the time they barely knew what they were bailing into till it happened. There’s a little arch of his eyebrow at the question of weapons because why would he ever get on the plane with a literal stranger if he didn’t have a possbilty to protect himself. There’s an easy flick of his wrist and just like that, Athena’s sword was melting into hand as if it was built from a gold construt, before it became something more soild and heaty in his hand. A nice, silver blade with a golden hilt. “ Athena’s sword at your service. I think we’ll manage, handsome.” He pointed out before he flicked his hand away and the blade vanished.
“Are you sure you’re not gonna sleep?” He asked again, a little worry in his voice.






