[ luke thompson, homosexual, cis male & he/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is JESSE DOUGAL, child of NYX. they have walked this earth for 37 YEARS, living in EDINBURGH, as a BARTENDER, until they came to the isle of olympus 2 YEARS AGO. they will carve their name in myth with their WIT, COMPASSION, & INTELLIGENCE, but the fates know of their SECRECY, CYNICISM, & INCONSISTENCY that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!
black sails
“This is how they survive. You must know this. You're too smart not to know this. They paint the world full of shadows… and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it. And who has been so close to doing it as we are right now?”
he was born in the dark; from the dark. he was born of a man lost and a goddess who guided him through the night. he was born of shadows, blood, lost and found, and for a long time he was afraid of what that meant.
there were things about him he couldn't quite place, that set him apart. a stranger in his own home, a reminder of a life before his father married, before his siblings were born.
nyx was mother to monstrous beings, was that why it was so easy to make him feel like one even back then?
as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame / in summer's heat, i learned to dread, the comin' of the night / the awful things we do to make the head go quiet
he never stayed still. not at home, not at school, not for a haircut. he was always moving, shifting, searching. oxford was a fluke, engagement was...
it was.
he fled, he always did. too smart for his own good, too afraid to see it through. he was good at escaping through the cracks, of making himself seen and heard, of being invited into expensive rooms and leaving with his pockets full.
it wasn't an honest life, but it was a life.
evoker wizard • mike ross • eliot waugh • oberyn martell
it was amazing what one could find in the bottom of a bottle. pain, regret, oblivion. it was amazing what loneliness did to men--what one night made them give away, willing or not.
it was amazing what a nice voice singing the tunes one needs to hear could do. it was amazing no one came for him before.
in a way, jesse expected it... cornered in a dark street, thrown off his feet. but there came no punches but claws, slicing, wounding.
turns out, there were indeed monsters in the dark. the bad news for them was jesse was just as home in it as they were, just as monstrous in return.
he was born at night, and he'd long since found refuge in the dark.
black coffee, walking alone at night, falling snow, running through the woods, ice cold drinks, charming smile, leaving everything behind, flirtation, waking up alone, enchanting strangers, kisses in a bar, unanswered phone calls, cigarettes half-way through, questioning faith, sex as self-care, sex as self-harm, spell books, old pianos, hanging with the staff in fancy events, playing rich men, sneaking into luxury hotels, disappearing into the night, one night stands that linger in memory for years, trying to find home.
If this was a month ago, first thoughts would've been something along the lines of 'holy shit, we can fly?' Now, he was far more aware that there was bunch of crazy stuff possible. Leo was far from jaded but he could at least temper his reactions better than he could just a few weeks ago. It was easier to be that gruff and grumpy persona he was trying so hard to push forward.
He only gave a brief head nod at the greeting but Leo wasn't so disrespectful to not actually speak back. "Was planning on putting it up in my room but if people aren't gonna be mad about the space getting taken up by the equipment, I could do it all here." To find that out, though, Leo would've needed to have conversations with the other sons of Nyx. Unfortunately had barely bothered to give them their name without being asked first.
Well, here was a chance to be better at that. A tendril of darkness took the tool from Leo's hands and put it on the ground for him as the demigod himself turned to better face Jesse. "Neat trick, by the way."
Jesse was used to all sorts, being a bartender and a traveler and a conman for so long. Talking was up his alley more than most things, and dragging an answer out of someone who may not seem the most talkative was a fun challenge now and then.
That said, he was glad his brother was willing to give him something. It made him smile in return as he hovered across from him. "Well, I cannot speak for our brothers but I would say I'd gladly enjoy seeing what you can do with the place."
Truthfully he didn't think Leo had made much an effort to bond with the rest of them either, it intrigued Jesse.
He watched his control of magic, smirking at the compliment with an easy shrug. "Practice, the right hour... and I've always been light on my feet..." Not that the other asked for guidance but Jesse found the nighttime propitious for flight, especially with company.
"You seem quite capable with your hands," He motioned at them, considering if perhaps his brother was more hands-on than him, and what they might imply. He seemed adept enough with the shadows, not to mention actual handicraft, "but there's a few things I could show you. Now that we're here, wide awake and alone at this hour..."
He relaxed his posture, feet coming down. Not on the ground but near. "Have you gotten a good look at the island from above at night?" He offered him a hand, and a careful gaze. He was pretty sure he could carry him, worst case. "Quite the sight."
while noel was aware of jesse's abilities and what he could do within the shadows, this was the first time the two of them had done something like this so publicly. there was still that part of him that wondered if they would be caught by some guards, if they were truly as invisible as they appeared to be. and yet, the son of nyx was so tempting that his mind was focused on the demigod in his lap rather than anything else.
the feeling of jesse's warmth was intoxicating, his body was desperate to take up as much warmth as he could while he pressed their lips together. without speaking, his hands went to undo the others shirt and popping buttons open before tugging it off the others wiry frame. “i want you right here, jesse.” he said in a low voice, hands roaming over the others chest to feel as much of that warmth that radiated under the others skin.
"my my," jesse grinned, cock hard and visible in his pants atop of the hard abs of the son of boreas, his enjoyment quite clear to any who might wander in and see, "seems like i've made you into quite the dirty boy, hm?"
bad influence or not he loved the need in noel's voice, had loved it from the moment he heard it. he was not a good man for him most likely, but he couldn't keep away. and once he gave noel a taste, well, many many tastes, he couldn't get enough.
he encouraged those large cold hands to feel up the revealed skin, shirt ruined but little matter as his hard nipples demanded noel's attention. he raised the man's own shirt, more careful than he'd been but barely. then he made quick work of lowering his own pants, right there.
"i've needed you inside me all day..." he confessed leaning down to take noel's lips on his own as he freed the man's cock, feeling it rub against the crack of his ass. hard, enticing, soon to be making him all wet with his precum.
"can you be good for me, noel?" he asked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he guided the tip to his hole. felt it clench around the sensitive glans, kissing it, pulling it in. "can you keep quiet while i give you what we need?" his eyes were pitch black, hungry arousal as he swallowed the tip. hands caressing his hair while jesse held back his own breathy moan, teasing him even though he'd have done anything to ride that cock--his own leaking across those perfect muscles proof enough of it. it had been a while since he needed someone as badly as he did noel.
whomst: @apollosbloom
location: random club?
notes: for whomsever, but maybe alphonse or jesse
"You're really light on your feet you now that?" The son of Dionysus laughs into the other man's ear as he dances. He brings himself closer, the heat of his club companion's body sinking into him. They were meant to have stayed only a couple of hours, with Baron having his reservations on the amount of revelry he could get away with. However, so far, Baron was enjoying his night out. The son of Dionysus snaked his arm around the other's waist, a hand slipping into one of the rear pockets, resting somewhere hidden and intimate as Baron led them across the dance floor.
"And your butt feels great." He chuckles, spinning them across the dance floor.
"I've been told so, once or twice or a dozen times, pretty boy." He grinned, mouth near his ear to be heard over blaring music. Close enough to feel the warmth of his body and the sweat on their skin from the club that seemed to grow ever hotter as they lingered for longer and longer. Jesse loved a son of Dionysus, they understand his need for excitement and release more than anyone.
The hand slipping into his back pockets was a nice surprise, a chuckle against the other's cheek as he drew him even closer. "That's a sneaky hand you have there." It felt nice, to have those hands grip him so tightly, letting the other drive him through the dance but Jesse wasn't one to be left behind. "Yeah? It can feel even better," With a grind of his hips against Baron he took his hand away, only to lead it down the back of his pants, warm fingers sliding along his crack as he encouraged him to go for it.
If anything, he could keep them in the shadows as they took their dance even further. It had been a while since he slid into someone in the middle of a club.
@nightsson
where: the nyx cabin courtyard
when: idk, some time at night, probably not long after he arrived since he's newish?
Leo liked to keep busy, especially at night. And it's probably some of the lingering bitterness of giving up so much of what he'd made for himself that made it more important to constantly be doing something. The dark hours were his now in so many new ways but he was still so focused on the old. That'd probably fade with time. Right now, resentment had him with one hell of a chip on his shoulder.
Leo was tinkering away, trying to put together some free weights he'd found discarded so that he could work out away from a greater crowd. That's about when he realized he wasn't alone any longer. But he only looked up for a moment before getting back to what he was doing.
Jesse was a restless soul. Home more people than places until they too went away, this was maybe where he's spent the longest if you took Scotland out the equation, all that to say he spent his nights chasing the excitment he so easily found before... he was glad at least the satyrs and nymphs were welcoming to his late night cravings more often than not.
Them, and some of his nightborn siblings.
Floating through the air, he made no noise as he approached--not that it looked like his new brother was paying attention enough to notice him either way. Jesse was good enough with people to know when one wasn't a fan of a crowd, sadly he was not so charitable he'd put the others possible need for isolation above his own need for company.
"Good night brother." He drawled once he was spotted, watching him work as he flew ever closer. Legs closed in the air as he settled in front of him.
"Are you looking to add a gym for our cabin, or is that for personal use only?" He questioned, the silence around them not uncomfortable. Though he might still be told to fuck off. "I promise not to tell a soul if that's the case, but you'll have to suffer my company..."
@olympicvalor
location: tokyo imperial palace gardens
Night was falling and with it the city lit up with a million lights, two years ago Jesse would be ready to make a night off it. Go 'home', wherever that was, with a much heavier pocket.
That was before, this was now and the game he played was another--sweeter one?
The Imperial Gardens were a sight to behold, an attractive relic that he'd visited after passing through the temples to lost warrior, the halls of history. Only watching his shadows here and there.
As night fell though, he sipped on wine and dragged a familiar, handsome face with him. Shielded in shadows, with red dripping from his lips he straddled Noel. Not the first time, not the last time either most likely, but the most public one maybe.
"Will you be upset if I take off your clothes right here?" He whispered in his ear, bottle forgotten as his hands dipped below shirt, feeling muscles, teasing nipples. Noel ran cold, but Jesse had never shied away from a freezing weather--especially not for such sweet rewards. "Wouldn't be the first time I'm caught like this, but you seem like a sweet boy..."
Jesse would say he wouldn't want to lead him astray but that would be a big fat lie.
