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Christopher "Kit" Lovelace - 29 - Logan Lerman - Son of Hebe
Julian Ashcroft-Rosales - 27 - Froy Gutierrez - Son of Hecate
Lyander Law - 30 - Matthew Broome - Son of Boreas
Declan "Ducky" Waters - 26 - Thomas Weatherall - Son of Persephone
Jonay Goncalves - 27 - Andre Lamoglia - Son of Iris
Corin Luna - 34 - Brandon Larracuente - Son of Artemis
Asher Hikari - 28 - Ryan Potter - Son of Melinoe
Sage Reinford - 29 - Brian Altemus - Son of Aphrodite
event: neon city
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"What can't a man enjoy some flowers without getting judged by other people?" Rhys of course had to go and see the cherry blossoms, it was his mother's season, in a place famous for flowers? How could he pass that up. He also happened to love conjuring up cherry blossoms himself, they made for a beautiful imagery, and a great distraction in the heat of battle, a flourish of beauty before he beheaded his enemies. Pink petals clung to to his long blond hair, as he had been quite caught in a fit of whimsy walking through the blossoms.
The son of Persephone was always looking for ways to venerate his mother, and this seemed like a decent way to do. He knew that whatever distance between them should could feel his utter devotion. He just knew it. "You are welcome to join me, but wipe the look of judgement from your otherwise handsome countenance. It doesn't suit you."
˙ ˖ ✶ Rhys
Jonay stood in thought for a moment, fingers softly tapping on his chin. As the cherry blossoms softly drifted all around, he kept looking at Rhys, and the way the petals just clung to his hair. At the man's protest, he raised a hand, as he stepped forward. "I'm not judging you at all, Rhys. In fact, I think you do look beautiful, but the way the petals are laid on your head right now isn't great. If you'd like I could braid your hair and adorn the petals to give you a better look."
"I actually adore flowers, all the colors form part of my mom's domain, so y'know, I might be a little biased here," Jonay mentioned as he shot Rhys a wink. All he wanted to do was make an already beautiful thing, as close to perfect as he could. Besides, he enjoyed seeing Rhys in his element, his long hair, the sculpted muscles; the man was a work of art, and it showed his dedication.
this was duke's dream scenario. he was atop a mountain, ready to explore a hot spring with one of his favourite demigods. he'd been grateful to have so many unforgettable experiences on their vacation in japan, and he was especially excited to spend the night alone with julian. duke's friendship with the son of hecate was one of the motivators in helping duke come out of his shell. he'd been making more of an effort to meet new islanders, open up, and start practicing his powers. all of that work was exhausting, and for now duke was looking forward to relaxing with an adorable close friend.
"are you excited, nervous, or what?" duke asked. they were mostly alone in the changing room. duke pulled off his shirt, opened a locker, and tossed his shirt inside. he dropped his shorts and stood briefly naked before wrapping a towel around his waist. duke packed his clothes in the locker, looking over to julian. "i absolutely cannot wait."
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˙ ˖ ✶ Duke
Duke was Julian's cornerstone, the man who stayed by his side when Ducky had been thought to have been lost forever. Countless nights, he had climbed up next to Duke in bed, all because he could no longer sleep alone. Many nights, Julian had thanked Duke, with a kiss or far more, for always being so kind to him. Now that Ducky was rescued and was back, he could relax in Duke's arms without a worry in the world, and he still felt that same warmth the man had provided.
Atop the mountain, inside that locker room, Julian could not peel his eyes away from the brief seconds Duke's naked frame was in view. He blushed slightly, but said nothing more as he undressed and put everything away. Opting to not wrap the towel around his waist as he passed by Duke.
"Excited to be here with you, and a little nervous at the same time." Julian mused as he leaned into Duke a little bit, pressing the back of his head against the man's chest as he closed his eyes. "Is it too much of me to ask you to carry me bridal style there? I've been working on spells and my magic for a bit, so this is needed, but my legs feel like Jello?
For Jake, he was still having trouble settling into the island. The Son of Persephone felt so out of place, in this place, that he thought that maybe he would just take his chances back home, but the thought of facing some hellish monster hunting him down, throw those thoughts away. What he really needed was to get to understand himself more. His powers especially. Many he was struggling to get to grips on.
That was why he had come to any of the magic users that were out practising their own magic. Sure, he could have maybe approached one of the other kids of Persephone but he was internally already feeling he was being judged by them that he went elsewhere. “Do you mind if I join you?” He finally uttered to the first person he saw. "I could really use some help with this whole...magic thing."
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˙ ˖ ✶ Jake
"Magic? Of course, no worries, and I understand it's a lot to take in." Julian said, reassuring the man as he offered him a smile. From what he could tell, this man was one of the newer additions to the Isles, and from his expression, he could spot uncertainty, insecurity, and a bewilderment that was far too common in his eyes. "What cabin are you from? Sorry if we've met before, but I don't think we have. I would have remembered a face like yours."
"There are many different kinds of ways to use magic, especially the ones in your parents' domain, but you can be creative, as no two demigods manifest powers exactly the same." Julian mused as he tried to explain. "Would you like a drink of water or maybe a snack. Sometimes a blockage in magic can be because of inner turmoil, so talk to me; this is a safe space."
Julian's features softened as he was reminded of Ducky, and Ashton, two who had a bit of trouble before but somehow Julian had managed to help. When Ducky had first arrived, Julian had been by the son of Persephone's side because he was one of the first to spot what some of his needs truly were. From then on they had been inseparable.
@lxstbvys: [ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch
Grant wouldn't consider himself promiscuous, but the longer he stayed here, the more free he felt to enjoy casual sex. (Even for a nominal sex worker like himself, this was a new level of activity for him.) He couldn't help being a hot-blooded, virile man who needed release...
But he usually remembered going to bed with someone the night before, and he must have been drunk as hell last night to wake up with someone he couldn't immediately place. Seemed like it was Sage, or else things would get awkward real fast...
"Enjoying yourself—?" Grant chuckles, still groggy from sleep but glad to have been gently shaken awake by his bedmate, licking his bare flesh like it were a lollipop. "Apologies if you get any hair in your teeth—"
˙ ˖ ✶ Grant
Sage had never been one to turn down a night of fun, especially when the man in question could have beauty compared to that of his cabin. The son of Aphrodite had laid eyes on Grant, and figured the man's tongue could work some magic that night. Little did he know he'd wake up on his bare chest, not wanting to move, but the events of the night prior hadn't sated his hunger, not yet.
He let his tongue explore the man's skin, not caring if it was hairy or not. Which is why he laughed the second Grant, apologized if any hair was caught in his teeth. "I don't mind," he said with a grin as he let his tongue run over the man's shaft. "Been wanting for you to wake up, so you could return the favor, and because maybe, I still want more of everything you did to me last night."
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"You know, you're in my light," Nickolas quipped in that posh, British accent of his as he lay out on the beach of the island. The son of the ghosts, nightmares, and madness had that sly little smirk on his face as he peered up at the other. There was that hint of...something in the Englishman's smile. His brothers all shared a little hint of maddess after all.
It only took a moment before the younger god flipped back onto his back and stretched back out under the sun. He was dressed only in a pair of black trunks, tight around that impressive bulge that the demi-god sported. His hand moved up to rest behind his head with a little hum of his voice as if he was inviting the others gaze to fall upon him.
"You gonna join me or just here for the eye candy?" He asked as the water crashed against the beach in an almost soothing way to the demi-god's ears.
˙ ˖ ✶ Nick
Sage smirked, rolling his eyes playfully at the male. "If you expected me to go hey there white chocolate, I think you've got the wrong son of Aphrodite," he said in jest as he watched the son of Melinoe flip onto his back and spread out, forcing Sage's eyes onto that bulge that the man seemed to be so proud of. Usually, he wouldn't redden at such acts, but he couldn't help his own body's reaction as he was spoken to.
"Can't it be both? I mean, there's plenty to look at, just sad this isn't a nude beach, I was hoping to work on a full body tan." With a sigh, he spread his towel in the sand and laid on it. "Apparently nudity like that is frowned upon, but honestly it's more of a crime to not show off my assets, or yours for that matter. Your poor third leg looks so constrained, jailed even."
"Also, I'm sort of getting away from some guys who were less than savory, so I might be using you as a shield and distraction from them, hope you don't mind."
" i dont like to vacation. " kaz felt naked without a sword strapped to his back, but they had to keep a low profile. it seemed like the brooding son of ares didn't like to stray far from their base of operations, which was a fancy way of saying he rarely left the location the demigods lay their head at night during their little vacation.
" it feels too... vulnerable. " he'd finally allowed himself out of his enclosure, but there was still a lingering sense of urgency. " do you feel it too? "
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˙ ˖ ✶ Kaz
"Oddly enough, I know exactly how you feel," Rory assured as he sat down next to Kaz, a book at his side as always. "Most of my life I spent in the service of a tyrant, some could even call him a monster, so that inability to relax because you feel that something is lurking around the corner, much more common than you think," through a laugh, he offered the son of Ares a hand, before smiling. "Trust me, I think we all feel it, but because our lives are so chaotic and prone to this, some have opted to not forget how to live. Whether it in honor of those who no longer can, or just so they don't lose that part of themselves for good."
He looked up at the sky and thought of the old days, the times when all he did was scheme. When he was just a child on the run, forced to commit unspeakable acts, all for the sake of survival. Rory, hated the fact that at one point in time, he was an enemy to them, and for that, he could never atone, but he had to move on, because there were those who got through to him, and for the boy who never thought he'd know freedom or had the right to live. "I want to live!" he had exclaimed then to the people who saved him.
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location: training grounds
"you know..." the son of persephone drawls, axe closed on his hand unfamiliarly, despite having once or twice used them to cut through actual wood in the family property. the crosbys were well familiar with blades and blood, too familiar, "it seemed rather dull to be throwing axes around all day but there is something relaxing about it."
he throws it back towards the target dismissively, wiping his hands in a handkerchief before fixing up his suit. a statement in of itself, he'd much rather "that said i do think we have pursuits far more worthy of our time." he grins, magic is much more his speed he finds, or at least a gun. "unless of course you still doubt my skill with more uh, basic weaponry."
˙ ˖ ✶ Kevan
"No, Kevan, I do not doubt your skill," Rory mumbled, but his gaze had never left the pages of his book as he sat on a stump. At most times, he could always be found with his head in a book, entirely enamored by whatever story he had in front of him. It was hard to shake Rory, from this habit. He'd rather live in between the pages than be reminded of his transgressions every time his gaze met another demigod's. His life had not been simple, that much was certain.
"What would you suggest then, because as far as I'm concerned this chapter is getting to be extremely interesting," Rory gushed before flipping to the next page. "Still, if you'd like me to look at your pretty face instead, I could always do that."
"I'm still surprised I was even asked to be here, considering how some of the others still feel about me," Rory shrugged, but he wasn't concerned with that as much; he knew he deserved their ire.
Ashton's cheeks were blushing when the other actual seemed receptive to the idea. "Only if you want to, of course," Ashton says as he shyly scratches the back of his neck and averts his eyes shyly for a second. "And whatever you're willing to wear." Ashton says shyly with a small smile in the other man's direction. "Think you would look good in anything you wear." It's probably the first thing he has said with 100 percent confidence since the conversation has began.
"Oh wow, 50 times more powerful?" Ashton could only imagine what would have been left of the target if the spell had been done in it's original form. "Well thanks for not going all out. The poor target can't take much more as is, and I can't exactly heal that." Ashton jokes with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "How does one train to expand their magic reserves?" The son of apollo asked curiously. He couldn't help but wonder how it looks. "Do you meditate in moonlight or something?" Ashton asks curiously with a smile.
A surprised squeak left Ashton's mouth as he looks at him and gets pecked in the mouth when the other places his lips against his. "W-what was that for?" He stuttered with a bright blush, but he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it. When the other explained, Ashton's face had a softness to it and a fond smile on his face as he nods his head. "Of course. It was no problem really, Julian," he assured with a smile as he gently leans forward to nuzzle his nose against the other man's. "I don't mind your rambles. So feel free to come to me any time you wanna talk or try something out, okay?"
˙ ˖ ✶ Ashton
Julian was already thinking about which colors to incorporate into his cheer outfit. He wondered if he should go for the skirt, or just do the male version of it. "Of course I want to, if it makes you look at me the way you are now, I'll do it countless times," Julian bubbled, happily noticing all the little ways Ashton appeared ever more endearing to him. The way he would shyly look away, and that boyish smile that was burning itself into his mind. "Anything? Even the flamingo outfits from white chicks? If you think I'd look good in that, then you must really like me, but hey, I think you've always looked good, sun beam."
"Yes!" he exclaimed with a wild grin. "You see, as an enchanter, I can buff or debuff with ease, but the problem with buffing someone's strength and attack power is that they will rely on it and forget to train on their own strength and power, so to offset that I began creating spells to enchant the weapons instead because they will still rely on the user's own abilities. I can boost the physical abilities if need be, but only if I know the person won't just slack off thinking it's just an easy out." Julian explained his train of thought before looking back at Ashton. "I'm already planning on making you some magical contact lenses to help with your eyesight, self-cleaning, and you won't feel them, but it will also come with an enchantment to sort of give you sniper vision when necessary."
Julian giggled at Ashton's joke before leaning his head against the man's arms and letting out a happy sigh. "There are a few ways, one is depleting your magical reservoir and forcing your body to absorb the natural magic around you, expanding your reserves little by little. Experience and growth also help. Meditating in the moonlight might work for some demigods, but I can't really be still for that long,"
Laughter overcame him at Ashton's initial shock, but as soon as he saw how easily the man melted into him and how soft his gaze went, Julian's knees felt weak. As he scrunched up his features as Ashton nuzzled his nose, he couldn't help how naturally his hands found themselves grasping Ashton's shirt, pulling him closer. "Okay," he nodded. "Thank you, and that gives me so much comfort, but all I want to do that right now, is keep doing this."
Rafe made sure to file away the look on the other man's face. It looked perfect. The almost shocked look with his mouth agape. That beautiful blush on his cheeks. And then that moan. Oh, that had a look only described as pure cockiness coming onto Rafe. Knowing full well that he was the one to draw out such a noise was a great ego boost to him. Rafe smirked at how the other man acted and chuckles as he nods. "That little stutter says otherwise," he points out plainly with a smirk as he crosses over towards the other. Resting his hands on the boy's hips, and moving close enough that they could practically feel each other's body heat on one another. "Oh I don't know if it's as much as you are," his voice came right next to Kit's ear, his lips so close to it that his breath was brush against it as he looked at the cute boy. "Bet if I reached down right now, you'd be an absolute mess." He said bluntly and with a matter-of-fact tone.
Rafe takes a moment to consider the other man's words as they got back into the swing of things. Organizing things as he does so. "I would say The Arcana Chronicles is my favorite. Think of Hunger Games meets The Walking Dead meets superpowers." Rafe explains with a smile. "As for what I'm watching right now? It's called The Newsflesh series. It's about a group of bloggers after the zombie apocalypse and how the world is trying to repair from it." Rafe explains with a nod of his head. "They're both pretty good series. I don't know how The Newsflesh will end yet, obviously, but I still would recomend giving it a try as well."
And then the other truly caught him off guard with his words. Rafe blinked as he looked over at the other in surprise before chuckling and shaking his head. "I don't know if kind would be a word that anyone else would describe me." Not with the amount of blood that he had on his hand. And he didn't have any excuse for it other thanhe felt like it was needed in order for his group to grow more influential and powerful. "Did your dad know what you were?" He asked Kit curiously. Wondering if it was easy for the man to leave his son here, or if it had hurt the man quite a bit.
Rafe snorts at the other and looks at him. "Do you want to leave?" Rafe asked with a shrug of his shoulders as he laid down on his bed, allowing the other to get a nice view of how his muscles flexed against the fabric. "I can get settled in with you here or not, whichever you'd prefer."
˙ ˖ ✶ Rafe
At every corner, he was met with another surprise, and it seemed as if Rafe could do no more but to enjoy himself at Kit's expense. It was aggravating, frustrating, but also tantalizing, and had it been anybody else doing the impossible to him, he'd have just left, but for some reason, he couldn't. He didn't want to. Kit, regardless of his inner turmoil, was still enjoying himself more than any frustration Rafe was making him feel. The man looked at Kit like prey, as if he was just the next meal ready for him to devour, and that's a feeling Kit hadn't felt in such a long time. That stutter had given him away, how all of his defenses were crumbling rapidly, and it was rather freeing. Kit's hand rested on Rafe's bicep, feeling the curve of his muscle as the man pulled him close, hands on his hips, lips, inching, alarmingly close, his breath smelling freshly of mint, ghosting over his skin. "So you're saying you want to feel exactly what you are or aren't doing to me?" he questioned, pressing himself a little tighter against him. Clearing his throat, he felt the immense fog in his head, stifling every possible thought that wasn't about Rafe.
The game of cat and mouse, that everlasting push and pull between their words, was becoming increasingly easy. A simple switch into hobbies or likes could shift the atmosphere in the room slightly, but Kit couldn't deny the lingering tension, not after that kiss. Still, the more he learned about Rafe, the more intrigued he was about how the world of fantasy might've been his own version of escape, because maybe the most grueling of fantasies was still better than the harshness of his reality. "I'd love to read them sometime then, I could come by and read them on your bed while you work on something. With the promise that I'll bring sweet treats or something," he mused. "They both sound pretty good, I won't lie. When I read at least the first book, I'd like to discuss it with you, cause I want to get to know your likes and your wants, Rafe."
"But I just did. I saw the way you were trying out your powers on that flower when we first met, and there was a softness there. You could've made it bloom and erupt violently, but you didn't. You grew it gently, and it softly swayed in the wind as if it danced happily with you." Kit remarked. "So no matter how much of a bad boy you are, you're kind, in the ways that matter to me at least. Maybe that's why you've somehow wormed your way into my brain," he shrugged, not really putting much thought into his admittance. "I've been told he did, but it's really hard to remember since I was so young. Don't know what happened to him, but I was told he was brave and courageous because he fought off monsters trying to get me here. After that, he disappeared, so I don't know."
"I don't," he said, looking back at him, walking closer, lifting Rafe's shirt up, exposing all the muscles that clung to the fabric. As Kit straddled the man on the bed, he let his hands snake behind his head, pulling him closer as he brought their lips together. "I want to wake up next to you, from now on."
Roberto nods his head. "Of course. Would hate to oversleep." His tone was laced with a slight joking tone with it as well. It was common knowledge that the son of Tyche wasn't the most motivated guy here. He did pretty much the bare minimum to skate by and not get called out. Other than that? He just tried his best to enjoy his time and relax. The other campers can seem annoying at times. To energetic for someone as low key as Roberto. But Ducky was nice. Now as low key as himself, but enough to not be a pest to Roberto.
Roberto was surprised at how prepared the other had been, and he couldn't help but shoot a curious look over his shoulder at Ducky. "You're a weird one, you know that?" Roberto says plainly with a chuckle. "Not many people would consider it worth it to go through all that trouble just to hang out with me." Which honestly, Roberto was okay with since he didn't really feel the need to hang out with that many people himself. Roberto snorts before shaking his head. "Do I seem like the type who would get out of his bed unless I was sure I wanted to do something?" Roberto asked curiously. "I've declined enough invitations around camp. Trust me, I only hang out with people I want too. I don't really care about giving everyone 2nd, 3rd, 4th shots." Roberto chuckles.
He took a moment to put Julian's face to his name. Ashton was easy since they hung out considering the boy was a pretty quiet and shy guy which meant he didn't expect Roberto to do too much. Roberto chuckles at that and shakes his head. "Is that so? I was wondering who Ashton's crush was. I would bet it's the same guy as well." Roberto hums as he considers it. "He was absolutely weak in the knees one night after talking with him. And he couldn't say anything without stuttering." Roberto says with a chuckle.
Roberto tilts his head in thought at Ducky's words. "What if you don't think I'm cute or 'manly' enough, or lazy?" Roberto lists before shrugging his shoulders. "If you enjoy time with someone, I say just go for it. I may be a lazy bum, but I do know in matters like that waiting can just make it harder for both parties." He says unaware that their own little situation could fall under that. "What happens if one of the partners gets taken up by someone else who they like less but assume the other isn't interested? Now there's a third party and someone is bound to get hurt regardless of the outcome." Sometimes Roberto can give good advice to others.
He's just horrible at giving it to himself.
"Besides, your cute in a way that no one else is. You as a person attract me, not your physical form. Not that it's not appealing either." Roberto was quick to throw that last part in there.
"Mimikyu's are cute. They would easily be my next one. Or Sylveon, one of those two for sure." Roberto agrees before chuckling. "Be careful making bold claims. Hard to find merch for either one of them, much less plushies that aren't hand sized." Roberto teases with a smile.
˙ ˖ ✶ Roberto
Ducky couldn't help the smile that overcame him at hearing Roberto. The mere idea of this boy going to bed early to simply be punctual for him, was making him giddy. There was a little bounce to his step the more he thought of this, and he knew that outside of Julian, it was rare for someone to be so considerate of him, especially if they didn't know all the things that came with Ducky, and how he dealt with them every day. "Well, yes, oversleeping would be a bit of a bummer if you had plans and wanted to go about it in a timely manner, because, I'd honestly hate missing any second lost not being spent with you."
"Is weird, bad?" There was a hint of worry in his words, but he tried to mask it by diverting his gaze, and it wasn't the first time he'd been called weird before. His time at camp, he'd hear more than mention of his antics, of how some of his siblings just didn't understand him, and how sometimes people thought he'd be more of a liability on quests. Julian had been the one to put all those worries to rest as he latched himself onto Ducky, and called him his best friend. Having been the one to call the boy Ducky to begin with, after hearing him talk about many different species of ducks excitedly. "Why wouldn't they? I'd always go through whatever hurdle to spend time with you, it's not much, you show up for the people you care about, right?" Ducky simply stated, finally looking back at Roberto. "No, but you definitely seem like the type who would love to have a lazy day, and aren't really motivated unless you're actively interested in something, which I can relate to, really, which is why I was so excited when you said yes, because sharing this with you was actually the only way I envisioned this. I would have still come, it just would never be as fun," he mused, and for a beat, he paused. "Am I too much?"
"Julian would literally combust if he heard Ashton liked him back. I listened to him talk about how much he liked the guy and likened him to a perfect sunny day. It was sweet, I rarely see him get so excited over a guy like that, I really like seeing him smile like that, and he had to do the same for me, recently." The prospect of his best friend's feelings being reciprocated made him smile, and it made him tighten the grip on Roberto's pinky slightly.
"Highly improbable, and I would go as far as to say an actual impossibility. I mean you are lazy, but as I said before, it's not a detriment because it just shows you being honest with your emotions and your actual motivations, and I don't care if you're manly or not, that never even crossed my mind. I just found a guy I really like, and that was that." Ducky smiled at the way Roberto was just trying to ease his worries. It showed how genuine the guy was and how sweet he could be. It made Ducky lay his head on Roberto's shoulder, pulling him a little closer.
What Roberto said next made Ducky choke on air, the sheer surprise making him blush, excited and stunned at all once. As he recovered, he simply bore his gaze into Roberto's before doing something a little unexpected of him. "I' want you to kiss me right now," he admitted.
As they entered the store, Ducky's eyes lit up. Truly like a kid in a candy store, and as he kept stimming by flexing his pinky against Roberto's, he made it his mission to find the man's aforementioned favorites first. The easy ones were Sylveon, and Mimikyu, but in the back corner of a pile, he found a shiny Sylveon plush and quickly grabbed it, jumping a little as he showed Roberto. "Actually, Julian showed me that Starmie has become more popular because of a recent game that came out while I was...gone. So I'm positive we'll find one for you." Vileplume was easier than he thought, as he found a whole section of grass types, and Vileplume was stacked next to the gloom's. Leafeon was next, and finally, after sifting through what felt like a thousand Staryu's in a bin, he spotted that purple and red color scheme, and pulled out a little Starmie plush and handed it to Roberto. "For you, mission accomplished. Let's go pay for them so we can keep enjoying our day."
event starter: skip is putting some gifts on some graves
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"Look I said you could come with me because you said you could be cool. If you are going to not be cool, I'm going to take you back to the hotel." Skip was going to catch up with some friends, and then go drinking. Of course the friends were long passed as they had not been demigods. Back when he had first come to the isle he was a much different guy, so friendly and warm. Almost timid. As decades waned on and his friend group dwindled. One by one till he was the only left, it made him much harder. A bit....gruff. Some would say rude.
As they came to the cemetery, Skip looked over the directory and found just where they were buried. Gifts clutched in hand he nodded to where he should be going. "I am going to just say hey and drop off some gifts and then go ok? We'll find a club or something. I am sure there are some demigod spots we can hit up."
˙ ˖ ✶ Skip
"Sounds to me like you're just looking for excused to have me alone in a hotel room again, Skip." Kit laughed as he hooked his arm with Skip's, latching himself onto the man as he leaned into him. "I'm cool, you know better than anyone." There was a look of concern on Kit's features as his gaze bored into Skip's. That attitude of his had been born out of so much pain and grief that he was left keeping others at arm's length; somehow, Kit had managed to worm his way into the man's life. Nothing Skip said, ever bothered him, just made him want to get to know what made the man so grumpy, even challenge him a little at times.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, I'm here for the right, no matter where you are, I'll be right there with you." Kit mused, kissing Skips' shoulder. "I don't care what we do, Skip. I'm happy doing anything with you, I've said as much. If you want to go clubbing or drinking, we can."
"Oh fuck off with the pity party. I never said I didn't like having you around. And nobody said you had to leave. Don't be like that. You fucking kids are so sensitive these days." Skip took a swig from his bottle before he gestured to the seat next to him. He didn't want to run the other off but he had a bad habit of keeping people at arms length. It never got easier to lose other demigods.
"What do you even like spending time with me for kid? Is it the free Ambrosia I can manifest because that makes me feel like a drug dealer you know." he said sticking a finger in his bottle and dripping some of the glowing golden liquid into it. Mixing it up and watching it swirl.
˙ ˖ ✶ Skip
Asher could only giggle at Skip's response; he was just such a paradox, an old man trapped in a forever-young body, and he acted as if he was about to tell the other demigods to get off his lawn. "It's not because I'm sensitive, which, yes, I am; I just like you so much that I'd rather make you have a good time. I like it when you're doing alright."
"That's a silly question. You make me laugh, Skip. I don't really care about the things you could do for me, that's not the kind of person I am. I just care about you and your well-being, y'know. It's my nature," he replied with a smile, walking back towards him. "You're hot, and you have nice arms and dimples, and I like the odd moments I get to see your smile, when you're done yelling at someone. So I don't care about the Ambrosia, you old fart, I only care about you, and the fact that it's hard for me to concentrate when you're around because all I can think of is how nice it would feel to have your arms around me. Silly, I know, but maybe there was a hug a long time ago that just y'know, had me wanting more."
" if you're lookin' for a readin' or a séance, i'm afraid i'm on a bit of a probation at the moment. " it wasn't too often that roman had visitors while he was doing his work in the grove, so it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility that they were seeking services. " 'specially after last time. " a bit of exuberance was a good thing, 'till you had a room full of spirits.
" but if you're lookin' for somethin' else, maybe i can help. " he emerges from the shadowed corner of the room, into the light. "'less you got lost or somethin'."
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˙ ˖ ✶ Roman
"Oh my god, you too?" Jonay asked, a bit gobsmacked by the revelation. He'd gotten in trouble for many things, but the most prominent ones always involved him trying to fight things that were best left alone. "Lost? Me? No, but if you could tell me where we are right now so I know you're not lost, that would totally be normal, right?" he said with a sheepish smile. "Happy accident I would call it, and you're great company, tall, handsome, and apparently also in hottie jail,"
"Now now jumping the gun? We have things to do and here you are wanting to suck me off before we leave. But you do look amazing on your knees and begging." Sage certainly was pretty when his mouth was occupied. Troy cupped his brother's face, gently stroking his cheeks with his thumbs before he pressed a kiss to the end of his nose. "Silly Sage, I don't pay for anything and that includes favors to my brothers."
Troy laughed before he picked up his brother unceremoniously and flopped him onto the bed, looking down at him, looming over him still completely naked. "So desperate for my cock you can't concentrate on dressing me till I fuck you? Say less, get stripped for me then."
˙ ˖ ✶ Troy
"Can you blame me? You know I always need my daily dose of you so I can actually have a fulfilling day. It's part of my self-care routine now; you should be happy. You being so stunning that I can't even compute a thought without you wrecking me," Sage purred as he leaned into Troy's touch. A look of adoration sparkled in his eyes as Troy kissed the tip of his nose, forcing a giggle out of him. "How could I forget, silly little me. Maybe I just forgot myself because I was too busy daydreaming about you,"
"You know me so well, Troy," Sage laughed as he as he was told. Slowly taking off every piece of the carefully hand-picked outfit for the day. Everything had been discarded as he lay on the edge of Troy's bed, legs spreading slightly as he let his fingers explore his own core, nice and slick for his brother to taste. "See what you do to me, you've ruined so much of my underwear just by being near, I've had to even stop training at times because the simple sight of you is too much for my heart to bear," he mused.
"Now please, come taste what you do to me,"
Going somewhere like Tokyo had always been a dream for Caio and his brothers, a beautiful city with plenty of avenues to exploit and people to hand them money. While he was only there for a few days and that had its perks, the son of of Tyche didn't have enough time to be as thorough with his schemes as he would have liked. Some pit pocketing and stealing would suffice, and finding his way into a luxury hotel.
“If you're going to be hanging around me, you need to not look like such a lost puppy.” Caio was standing at the mirror of the suite he got himself into with someone's credit card, deciding a few of the outfits he picked out for himself. “I can't have a Mother Mary ruining my plans while we're here.”
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˙ ˖ ✶ Caio
"Glad to know you think I'm cute like a puppy, but I'm just a little disappointed that there isn't a mythical being underground fight club so that I could participate." Jonay sighed as his head hung low, pouting slightly up at Caio. "You could even make money by betting on me, if it were a thing."
"I don't know what a mother mary is, but she sounds like a buzzkill. Anyway, could you buy me a sweet treat with that?" Jonay asked with pleading eyes up at Caio.
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Tokyo was great. Emilio found himself at a bar or a club of sorts. The music was nice, the drinks were good, and he was just over all in such a really relaxed mood that he was confident just about nothing would destroy the mood. He made sure to pace himself, knowing that the bartender might ask questions if he just downs his drinks and asks for another one without showing any signs of being drunk. So instead he sips at his drinks and leans back, deciding to people watch for a moment. So lost in the storylines he was crafting in his head, he almost didn't notice when someone else was apparently joining him. Someone he's seen around the isles before.
"Enjoying your time?" he asked when they took a seat, quirking an eyebrow at them. "Came here for the drinking, the music, or for a hook up?" he asked with curiosity clearly in his voice.
˙ ˖ ✶ Emilio
Corin felt out of place in Tokyo, not really knowing what to do or where to go, but he was excited nonetheless. So many chances to do things he never would have even thought of back home, and having the money to do so was even better. A club was still a daunting task, and he tried making his way to the bar to ask for a bottle of water. Finding a seat, he hummed the second he was spoken to, offering Emilio a smile, a familiar face in an unfamiliar setting.
"Um, sure, yes. I think so?" he answered before asking for a bottle of water from the bartender. "To tell you the truth, this isn't really my scene. I haven't been to a club in years, and well, I don't really hook up, or dance that much. So I'm a bit out of place, I guess, but that's something I've been feeling for a bit."
