winter winds

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ragnorhill·:

“boreas,” ragnor repeated. ever since he’d arrived, everything and everyone seemed to mystify him. he’d seen lips whispering to pliant heads of flowers, unnatural feats displayed so boldly. this was a world unlike the one he’d forsaken, a world he was a stranger to. it brimmed with a thousand mysteries and wonders, each alit with its own light. “i drank it alone,” ragnor confessed, softly because saying it aloud made him seem weak, or reckless, or an ugly hybrid of both. “but hey, i am alive, right? that’s all that matters. it’d be fuckin’ ironic and fitting if a drink was the end of me.”

he watched him with avid eyes, curious to see his next moves. when the male nears the lake, ragnor moves to leave a path for him. “i was planning to leave for my cabin, but,” he said, drawing his fingertips across the water idly, “i could make an exception for you since you practically begged me to stay.” his mouth curled into a smile. 

“i drank it alone, too.” leland says with little to no inflection. “they locked me in my cabin, thankfully.” he nods his head toward the lake before them, the one ragnor’s naked body stands out in like a beacon. “i don’t know if i would’ve been alive if they hadn’t.” he remembers how raw his throat was the next day, how his screams echoed in his cabin and into his nightmares until he woke the next morning. he doesn’t regret it, though, not a day since. “the ambrosia’s supposed to be the best thing we’ve ever tasted now, in moderation.” 

leland’s lips pull up into a half smirk, eyes closing for a moment as he soaks in the scent of the lake. he drops the towel to shore and lifts his shirt up and over his shoulders. “didn’t seem like it took too much.” he replies with a grin on his lips. he slowly unbuttons his jeans and slips out of them, revealing a pair of black briefs that clung to his ass rather well. “will me getting naked bother you?” he questions, eyes dancing over the naked form of the son of dionysus. 

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ragnorhill·:

his breathing was ragged until it wasn’t anymore, calming at the mundane sight of a boy. ragnor used to be curious about the existence of supernatural creatures, animals that were graven only in mythological books and old encyclopedias, but now that he’s encountered a few, he’s learnt that legends should only be read, not faced. he had the fading claw-marks of a harpy down his spine as an eternal reminder of that. 

at the question, ragnor fell quiet, reflecting on it in his own head. he couldn’t recall getting into the water but here he was, thighs-deep in the lake, ripples flowering from where he stood. “ragnor,” he greeted the other with much less anger, much less wariness. “you’re one of the god kids too, right?” like me, ragnor mused but did not add. “i don’t know what i am doing here, actually,” he confessed, scratching at a spot in his head that hadn’t truly itched. “that drink— it was fuckin’ poison.” the world became sinister after it’d cascaded down his throat, a grotesque variation of what it once was. he remembered broken chalices and broken bottles. he remembered his own screams. 

“the water…” fingertips ran along the silvery skin of the lake and relished the coolness that kissed their flesh, soothingly so. “it’s so calming.” his eyes shifted from the small ripples to the stranger once more, and by his naked reflection in the water, ragnor was reminded he was bare, his physique a pale gold in the early morning light. an ounce of shame flushed his cheeks, but disappeared quickly. embarrassment wasn’t new to him. 

“what are you doing here?” he asked, with the hint of a smile plastered across the mouth, making his tone sound as cordial as possible. 

the nakedness of the other doesn’t bother leland, doesn’t alarm him. he can count on his hands how many times he’s been naked in the lake, how many times someone has found him in a similar position as this. 

leland nods his head when the demigod introduces himself, a small smile spreading against his lips. “son of boreas.” he confirms, giving the other more knowledge of himself than necessary. times like these, he knows that they’re better off getting on the right foot than otherwise. he’s seen how bitterness between the demigods can tear into hearts like teeth to a piece of fruit. “did you drink it alone? was there someone there to watch over you?” his brows knit together, face going stern for a moment. his own first sip had been enough to almost put him off the drink for god, but an indulgence every now and then wouldn’t harm him. 

but he can’t say that for ragnor.

leland takes a few more tentative steps forward until he’s almost at the shore of the lake. he draws his fingers through his hair once more, ruffling his hair back out of his face. he looks along the naked form of the son of dionysus and out across the calm lake surface. 

“i was going to do the same as you, actually.” leland answers, eyes flickering back to the demigod. “swim. naked.” he shrugs his shoulders. “if you don’t mind me joining you.” 

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ragnorhill·:

the waters that soughed off his naked body in slow rivulets carried the few remnants of ragnor’s terrors from the night before into the silvery face of the lake. 

he raked a slow hand through his wet curls, sighing softly as the tautness in his heart slipped away and followed the waters, to the murky depths below. some parts of ragnor had warned him not to accept the chalice that the god offered, but the parts of him that liked a good drink above everything else won, as they always did. what trailed after, was madness or at least a semblance of it. he only recalled bits and fragments— a gaping sensation in his chest, the world a fresh terror, vine leaves choking him until he could no longer scream. he wasn’t sure if it was the water, or his brain’s defense mechanism that made it all seem so hazy and smoke-fleshed. 

a faint rustling to his left awakened ragnor’s sense and, purely acting on instincts, he turned towards the sound, fists bared. everything part of him was crisp and raw at the moment and he was also, strangely, irate. “who are you?” he barked out the query at the figurine, wiping the water-drops clinging to his dark lashes that shielded ragnor’s hooded eyes, one a piercing gray-blue and the other a bright forest brown. 

it’s almost ritualistic, him coming to the lake before or after something significant happens. nerves make his muscles clench, wrap around bone like a constrictor, almost to the point of suffocating. 

one week since the trial and already the camp is being pulled in too many directions. quests that tear them apart for information when they should be sticking together. he knows it’s nothing to overthink, knows that the groups will do whatever they can to survive, but he hates the division, hates not being there when people he cares about are gone.

he cards his fingers through his hair, a sigh parting his lips, as he steps into the clearing of one of his favorite spots on the lake. his eyes are closed as he takes a step, only to open at the hostile voice that pierces through the air. dark eyes flash white-blue as the wind picks up for a moment, swirling around him as if he’s ready to strike—with the recent assassinations and him ignoring the warning of staying in a buddy system, he should be more alert than this. the snow white of his eyes fades back down to milk chocolate brown as he stares at an unfamiliar face. he’s heard the newest son of dionysus is here, he just didn’t think he’d be at the lake so soon.

he holds up his hands in surrender, towel thrown over his shoulder as he stands there defenseless. “leland.” he introduces loud enough for the other to hear. “you taking a bath or actually gonna go swimming?” he questions, eyebrow arching. 

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ofthelandherises·:

“What do you mean? Cook you a meal like how?” Jasper asked, believing the younger demigod was asking him to cook a dish for him in a certain way. “And you sure are laying it kind of thick with that one, aren’t you? It’s sweet though.” There was an awkward little smile on his lips, enjoying the forward compliment given by Leland.

“i meant in your underwear.” leland responds with a half smirk, his lips pulling upward only on the left side. he cards his fingers through his hair as he glances jasper up and down. “or we can cook together. i learned young.” he shrugs his shoulders, offering up something casual to do together.

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flownfar·:

“i don’t, but——-” milo cast his look aside, grabbing another wayside pebble to hurl into the lake. “a part of me just doesn’t want to. i just, it might be better this way.” he’d already told leland how it’d suck to lose somebody during their journey and while it might have sounded selfish, milo really was considering it the other way around. all he was good for was running away, so maybe one day his lack of battle prowess would bite him in the ass, and he didn’t want to put anyone through losing a boyfriend. he chuckled. “dude, i don’t get anything from kicking your ass.”

“i’ll do it on my own terms, someday. maybe,” milo mumbled. he still wasn’t sure if that day would ever come. “i don’t… i don’t really know how i feel. i’ve never—-never been in a relationship, never really thought of anyone that way, man.” it was still embarrassing to admit that so he twiddled his thumbs instead. “i care about a lot of people, le,” milo said. “i’m okay with just being there for them.”

leland cards his fingers through his hair, shakes his locks a bit before letting his hand fall back toward the ground. fear builds walls around fragile hearts, he knows this only because he’s built a fair few himself. he’s in no position to tell anyone to just go for it because he only knows his own feelings, his own needs. staying away from silas, only knowing him as a friend with benefits, wasn’t going to be enough for him. but there’s still that pressing thought of what if he dies? or what if i die? that lingers like a ghost. he ignores it as best he can, yet it still haunts him. 

“it’d be funny, that’s what you’d get out of it.” leland jokes, a shrug of his shoulders.

leland nods his head, fully understanding milo’s sentiments. “it gets confusing.” he admits, leaning back on his palms, feeling the earth beneath his fingertips. “when feelings for from friends you’d like to fuck to something more. there’s no guidebook on that shit. i’m still figuring it out with silas, he’s my first and all that. rules don’t always apply in the same way.” he offers milo a tender half-smile, lopsided and warm. “a lot of people care about you, too. i hope you know that.” his voice is a little quieter this time. leland doesn’t know milo that well, but he knows those that would protect him. hell, he’d protect him even if they were just casual acquaintances. 

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phillipbrx·:

‘‘I just mean you’re close to a lot of guys around here, and I don’t top I make it to the top 3. It’s okay. I don’t mind; we’re still good friends I think.’‘ He minds. 

“you’re in the top five. at the very least. we haven’t had a lot of time to get to know each other with all the shit that’s been going on. outside of your dick and my ass.” 

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phillipbrx·:

‘‘Now that’s your opinion, I’ve never said anything remotely close to what you just said.’‘ he frowns. ‘‘did you hit your head somewhere?’‘

“no, it just sounds like you don’t think i think we’re close and that’s...upsetting.”

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phillipbrx·:

‘‘that you can’t be feel that close to someone who’s not close to you? it’s just a thought, kitten.’‘ he gives a small shrug. 

“i mean, we’ve been getting close and such. but if you don’t think i’m worth getting close to, that’s a different story.”

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How would you describe your sense of style?

“current?” he answers with another question. “i grew up not really having style. or being able to get clothes i liked so when i got adopted…and could afford some clothes. i just…pick things i like? and make it work? it fluctuates on the day and occasion.”

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What do you like and/or dislike about your own abilities?

“i like that i can protect people.” leland says automatically, carding his fingers through his hair. “i don’t know what there is to dislike about them. i don’t know the full extent of everything i can do? i guess if anything, i’d like to be able to manipulate the wind in more specific ways. temperature wise, direction, make little wind blasts or slashes. full on aang status.”

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Which 3 demigods do you think you would have been friends with back home?

leland thinks for a moment, wonders about how some of the demigods would have fit into his life back home. it’s strange thinking about that life now that he’s entered something new. 

he taps his finger against his mouth. “i think i’d still be friends with silas, maybe more if that felt right. gus reminds me of friends of friends that i know that i could get along with. and i think i could get along with titus back home. maybe he wouldn’t have been as timid as he is now.”

@titusyoung @sleeparalyzed @gus-pisano

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hoping on the ask me anything bandwagon.

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phillipbrx‌:

‘‘falling asleep next to you? now that would be a first,’‘ he mused, gently tugging at his hand to walk to the living room. ‘‘how did that do?’‘ Lip raised an eyebrow, wondering if contacting the other side was a difficult task for Jamael or if comes naturally to him. Both options could be possible. ‘‘Does he ever get messages from the guys who perished?’‘ It was one way to say it, but he wasn’t close to any of them so he didn’t really try to find a most respectful way to describe the situation. 

‘’You know what? I miss falling asleep in front of the tv,’‘ he admitted, scrunching up his nose as he looked at the water wall, before lying down on the couch. ‘‘Had to change the whole physiognomy of the cabin to keep myself entertained,’‘ he added, pointing the water wall before crossing an arm behind his head. ‘‘I’m glad you decided to visit me,’‘ Lip finally confessed, letting a comfortable silence to fill the room.

leland follows lip as he’s lead into the living room. he looks at the sea born demigod and smiles a little. “we kinda almost did that on the couch. if you want to take a nap, we can.” he reassures him. 

leland makes a face as he’s asked about jamael’s brush with the other side. he shrugs his shoulders after a moment. “honestly? it just looked like he was sitting there to me. nothing really happened to him. but he learned about the scroll we need.” he knows that jamael’s made it known what they need to do, it doesn’t make him any less nervous about going to the cabin of a dead witch that some of the other demigods burned and killed. 

leland follows to the couch, moving so that he’s sitting near him, not necessarily laying down on it. “it doesn’t look bad in here, though. the sound of the water is soothing.” he smiles, looking into lip’s eyes as he rests a hand on his hip. “did you think i wouldn’t?” he questions, eyebrow arched. 

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titusyoung·:

titus scoffed. not maliciously, or meaning to be rude in any way, but the idea that someone would willingly stand up to protect him from his inner demons was laughable to the brunette. he had a soft smile on his lips, a distant look in his eyes. he didn’t turn towards leland, unsure what to say to the other, who so selflessly offered himself up for titus to use as a willing therapist. 

but leland didn’t really know what he was offering to take.

titus wouldn’t let someone else carry his burden, anyway, so he shrugged as an answer.

“i’m sure i’m not the only one with, uh,” he started, licking his lips. it was much harder to admit that he had demons to begin with, let alone start to explain what they were.

“demons to fight, y’know?” he sighed, shoving his hands into pockets of his jacket.

“but i do, uhm, appreciate it, leland,” he gives the other a look, another soft smile, and then his attention is back on the pegasi.

“w-what about you?” he asked, trying to change the subject, “you’ve thought about flying too, right? i mean with all that wind and ice you have, i would be surprised if you haven’t thought about being up there.”

he understands titus’ reaction on some level. opening up isn’t something he’s the best at. not about things he keeps buried behind the cage of his teeth. some demons can’t be carried by someone else, some make themselves home so deep inside that no matter how hard you claw they won’t come out.

he wonders how deep titus’ demons run, how much they’ve turned him hard, even with how soft he seems on the outside. there’s more to the son of zeus than he’s letting on, something about him makes leland believe that wholeheartedly. 

leland shrugs his shoulders, almost dismissively. “i’m not talking about other people’s demons, i’m talking about yours.” 

he lets the conversation drop when titus switches his attention back to the heard of pegasi, changes the subject back to something a little more pleasant to talk about. he files it away for now, not wanting to upset the demigod or make him think leland is only here to pry. he’s not, he’s here to be his friend, to get to know him.

to earn trust.

“i think it’d be amazing.” leland admits with a crooked smile on his face. he cards his fingers through his hair, remembering how desperately he’d wished he could fly when he was falling. 

“i’m a little jealous of silas, if i’m honest.” he starts, a gentle sigh parting his lips as he thinks about his boyfriend. “he can fly on this little golden cloud. i wish i could ride the air current.” he outstretches his arms, fingers moving along the gentle breeze as if he’s playing a piano. 

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sleeparalyzed‌:

normal circumstances would’ve seen silas tearing leland’s clothes off right there and then, but these weren’t exactly normal. “hey, don’t be a fuckin’ perv.” he teases, chuckling as he gives leland a firm squeeze before he’s dismounting his lap. he had to be careful, hoping to avoid exposing himself, even to leland. “let’s just lay here, the stars look pretty tonight.”

he takes another swig of ambrosia laying back with his hands rested behind his head. “i got something to ask you, bro. real shit.” he glances over with a gentle frown. “i haven’t been feeling like myself, just-… struggling after the trial. you mind watching grey for a while?”

leland smirks at his boyfriend for a moment before the other moves from his lap. a small frown tugs at the corners of his lips but he waves it off. he felt like this was the direction silas wanted to go with how he’d all but attacked him when he arrived, but maybe he’s holding back, maybe he wants to wait. leland nods his head as he leans back on his palms, not quite laying down just yet. 

he scrunches his mouth to the side as silas gets serious, not remembering the last time he got referred to as bro by his lover. but with the ambrosia coursing through his veins, and whatever is weighing on his mind, it’s easy to go back to old habits. the disconnect just makes him feel strange. 

“of course, anything. you know that.” leland says peering over at his lover with a concerned expression on his face. he grabs the bottle of ambrosia and takes a swig, capping it before he rests it between his thighs. 

“you...you know you can talk to me about that stuff, right?” leland twists so he’s closer to silas, a hand reaches out and glides over the demigod’s chest, fingers over his heart. “you don’t..don’t shut me out if you’re struggling. i’ve got you.” he brings his hand up to cup silas’ cheek. “but...yeah, of course i’ll watch grey.”

he tries his best to hide the concern that’s plastering itself against his features. silas giving up his cat to leland, to have someone else watch over him is strange. but he won’t question it. whatever silas is feeling, whatever he needs to deal with, he’ll tell leland when he’s ready. 

he hopes.