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peter montgomery | seventeen son of elphis 'cause without you i'm a lost boy.

[kanecarlyle-blog]

Kane chuckled. “Sorry, force of habit.” He said with a small smile, continually, inexplicably calmed by the other. “I don’t know. From what I can tell, everyone here’s got some horrific skeletons hangin’ in their closet.” He shook his head honestly, but he was smiling. “Not really, mate. But it don’t matter - at least you’re bein’ honest.” He said with a shrug. Like himself? Kane frowned, confused by Peter’s meaning. As he explained, the dark-haired boy broke out in laughter, throwing his head back. “You - you think I’m immortal?” He shook his head, still laughing. “No, no, I just got stuck in some crazy hotel for thirty years.”

[peterrm]

Peter shrugged it off and remained quiet as Kane spoke, at a loss for words. “Stuck in a hotel?” His eyebrows furrowed together, a look of confusion evident in his face. “Honestly, I don’t know if you’re being serious or if this is a metaphor I never heard of.” He admitted, letting a laugh slip out.

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[peterrm]

“One” - Ed Sheeran

I’m stumbling off drunk, getting myself lost I am so gone, so tell me the way home I listen to sad songs, singing about love And where it goes wrong

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[peterrm]

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own - U2

It’s you when I look in the mirror, and it’s you when I pick up the phone. 

[wildflrc]

She didn’t say anything, only shrugging and running a small hand through her hair. The turn around was just that—and she was the complete opposite as before hand. “Thanks,” she said sarcastically, “you’re one of two people, welcome to the party.” The other person being Cameron, but he didn’t need to know that. “Train?” Bryanna perked up at Peter’s words, a small smile coming to her face. “I’d like that, yeah,” she said, her eyes glancing down at the long necklace that rested on her chest, before her smile turned into a smirk.

[peterrm]

“No seriously, I am. Listen, you might not see this, but you’re definitely a beautiful, smart girl with lots of potential. You have a stern attitude which gets many people far in life, and most importantly - you’re not your father.” Peter’s voice dropped quietly as he remembered the outcome the last time he said that, but he felt more inclined to say it this time. Peter followed her eyes and he instantly looked back up to her face. “What?” He questioned.

[heirofmormo]

“A man after my royal heart.” They raised their own hand, hitting his with a satisfying slap. “Here’s to bromance as fuck.” An eyebrow quirked at his interest in their music tastes, but they complied none the less. “Proper classic rock bands. Led Zeppelin, Queen, The Beatles, AC/DC, Pink Floyd. That lot. The good stuff. Fits in with my leather jacket-army boots vibe.” They lifted their hands to the collar of their jacket, straightening it. “You into it too?”

[peterrm]

“You know it, if a bitch doesn’t bow, off with their head.” He smirked as he pulled on his shoes. “Into it? Listen, David Gilmour is my idol, I owe him my life. John Bonham? If it weren’t for his work in Zeppelin, I probably wouldn’t be drumming now. George Harrison, wow.” He spoke in infactuation, becoming distracted. “Oh, definitely. The leather jacket, walk into an old bar with that and everyone will instantly know you’re the shit.”

[wildflrc]

She lets out an unconvincing, “sure,” before looking away, biting down on her chapped lip harshly; and was more than surprised she hadn’t started bleeding. “I mean…what do you want me to say? My life would have been certainly much happier if he hadn’t been in the picture—whatsoever—or if I hadn’t been born at all. That’s what I’m saying. If he hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t have been born.” Her voice was quiet as her blue hues were trained on the ground, trying not to just blurt everything about her entire life to him. “I’m okay-ish. I can spar pretty well with mine,” Bryanna said, although her words were lacking confidence contradicting how she was moments before.

[peterrm]

“You really don’t believe that do you?” Peter asked, raising his eyebrows in a shocked, yet worried, manner. “I’m - I’m happy you were born. I know I barely know you, but I am glad.” He stuttered awkwardly, unsure of what to say. “Do you wanna train? My sword’s in my cabin, not far from here, you know, if you want to.”

[heirofmormo]

“And I will. When I become a god. I’ll take a visit up here and I’ll flaunt it all around and I’ll be like ‘bow down bitches’.” Shaking their head, they turned to face Peter once more, grinning, “See now we’re totally friends, you see this awesome uh…banter? we got goin’ on here. This is bromance as fuck.” Rory leaned back against a wall, eyes still glancing around the room. “No worries. Old rock kinda kid. The odd chart topper here and there maybe.”

[peterrm]

Peter raised his hands in mock-praise. “And I’d gladly be your faithful servant.” Peter couldn’t help but laugh, nodding his head and holding his hand up for a high-five. “Here’s to bromance as fuck, don’t leave it hanging.” He lifted his head at the mention of their music interest; “Old rock? Seriously? What kind?” He asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and looking up in curiosity.

[apomageiaarchive]

“Goddess, and yeah, there’s gotta be one if you want there to be Mist, which is kinda essential.”

[peterrm]

“Oh, shit, I keep doing that, I really need to stop.” Peter sighed. “Mist? As in the weather?”

[heirofmormo]

“It’s fine, I don’t go around paradin’ my godlyship. Or. Future…godlyship. Yeah. I think I already introduced myself though. Don’t remember, don’t really mind. For all I care, you can just call me that one hot kid from the Mormo cabin. The only kid. But still hot.” Shaking their head with a grin, Rory threw a pair of pants over their shoulder. “I’m pretty sure the light is cryin’. Ah well. I’m one for darkness–damn that sounded emo as fuck.”

[peterrm]

“Oh, you most definitely should. What you got, flaunt it. What you don’t got, flaunt it. What you’re gonna get in the future, need I say more?” Peter smiled, holding his arms out against his sides. “Rory, the hot kid from the Mormo cabin? Aw, mate, you didn’t even need to tell me that that’s how I should address you.” He pointed his finger at them before bending down and rooting under his bed for a pair of sneakers. “Hey, don’t start playing Blood on the Dancefloor really loudly anywhere near me - at least not at this hour of the morning.”

[peterrm]

apomageia:

“The magic type of magic? Hard to explain. Potions and charms and all that stuff are included.”

“That’s.. really cool. I never knew people actually did that stuff - I didn’t know there was a God for it.”

[heirofmormo]

“I know, I know. Don’t get your undies in a twist, love.” Rory moved around the room, plucking up the regulation camp shirt and throwing it back to Peter as they generally took in their surroundings. “Elphis, eh? Yeah, I know you. Been here a while. Nah, this light is fine. I like this light. It’s a chill light. I’m sure you’ve hurt the light’s feelin’s.” They laughed a little, “You’ve got about an hour.”

[peterrm]

Peter couldn’t help but laugh out in relief. He really didn’t want to be giving anyone the wrong impression. “Really? I hope this doesn’t come out the wrong way, but I don’t know of you.” He shrugged it off, a smile spreading off his face as he relaxed. “Good, I’m glad. The light wasn’t cutting it for me, anyway.” He shrugged in an ‘oh-well’ manner as he pulled his shirt on over his head.

[apomageiaarchive]

“Goddess of magic and mist and what not.” Jo shrugged it off. “Right back at you.”

[peterrm]

“Magic? What type of magic?”

[xorenaofthemoon-deactivated2017]

“Of course not. I would never be so careless as to get myself hurt.” The idea was preposterous to her. Even if she had been injured very badly, it wouldn’t be right to tell people about it. That was weakness. His sudden nervousness made her smirk. Boys were weak, and easy to manipulate. As much as she hated them, using them for her own pleasure was certainly enjoyable. Circe taught girls how to use their gender to their advantage, and it was working. “Oh, It is merely the truth, dear. No need to seem so surprised. You’re clearly a handsome man: why not flaunt it?”

[peterrm]

“Uh, okay.” He nodded, but still seemed suspicious. “You sure you didn’t bump the back of your head, too..?” He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead jokingly, a dull laugh escaping his lips. He scratched the back of his head and looked around. “Where - what happened back there?” He asked, pointing in the direction of where the girl had fainted in hopes of changing the topic of conversation.

[heirofmormo]

“Mate, I’ve been here twelve years. You failed the whole not-rude bit already.” Rolling their eyes the heir looked around the room before crossing their arms over their chest. “And I’ve got no intention of goin’ back t’bed with you. Pfft. Rory. I’m Rory. Heir of Mormo. And child of. Kind of ties in with the heir thing. You need to get ready, anyway before Chiron pulls a hissy fit.”

[peterrm]

Peter rubbed his eyes and blinked at them. “Wha- No, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I thought you were one of my cabin mates.” He explained, flushing pink slightly. “I’m Peter, son of Elphis. Sorry that we couldn’t be acquainted in a nicer light.” He shrugged, turning around and propping his half dragged duvet back onto his bed. “How long do I have?” He asked half yawning.

[apomageiaarchive]

“As good as someone can here.” Jo smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Jo, daughter of Hecate.”

[peterrm]

“Ah.” Peter nodded. “I understand. Hecate? You’ll have to tell me who that is.” He laughed politely. “Son of Elphis, nice to meet you.”

[xorenaofthemoon-deactivated2017]

It was a lot to take in. Boys these days certainly looked different from the ones she had seen: Isabel wasn’t too fond of this camp in general. The boy who destroyed her home came from here, and she was sure all of the others were just as destructive. Isabel was torn between snapping at the boy or charming him, and eventually went with the latter. Taking his hand, she hauled herself up, sighing. “I do not need to go to the infirmary. My injuries are minor — but, I do say, seeing a pretty face like yours as soon as I woke up was not too awful.”

[peterrm]

A smile spread across Peter’s face as she became more stern. “Injuries? Are they serious?” He asked, glancing over her to see if there were any obvious injuries, but none that he could see. “Oh, I - uh, I’m flattered, thank you?” He stuttered, surprised by the girl’s confidence.