Demigod Dominique

Another flare from the sun - Sebastian Dominique Legionnaire of the 3rd cohort Son of apollo

[solarpoweredsebastian]

Solar Flare || Self Para

As Sebastian gets prepared to go and help man the line of soldiers escorting the Greeks out, an unforeseen attack may take him out of the game, for good.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't have the chance to film any of this. Sebastian had been asked to come and aid the other legionnaires in making sure the Greeks left the city in an orderly fashion. He was beside him, thinking about it all. Sebastian didn't really find any of this to be shocking. The way New Rome’s senators were, how so many citizens held such passion and pride - not mentioning racism. Sebastian hadn't expected though for them to give the Greeks such little time to leave. He was in his barracks, lacing up his boots and sitting on his bed.

For the most part, the barracks were quiet. If anybody was happy about the Greeks leaving, they weren't here. Maybe all the anti-Greek members of the third cohort had already gone down to help see the Greeks on their way out. Sebastian was in no rush. All this was to him was something New Rome would do to anybody who didn't fully conform to their ways. He was shocked they still allowed Fauns in the city.

Now that he was ready, his bow and arrows settled on his back, Sebastian started towards the doors. Right before his hand grabbed the handle, he heard something from far away. Everyone in the barrack looked around, someone muttered something, then it happened.

There was the loudest sounding band that he had ever heard. A force propelled him forward with such strength, for a moment he wondered if the gods had come down to let out a howling scream. Sebastian’s body was knocked against the door, packing such energy behind him that he broke it down. His body acted like a rag doll, rolling around on the ground, limbs totally useless. As fire and gas spewed out from the barracks, Sebastian caught much of the heat.

His mouth was filled with dirt from the earth beneath. Sebastian’s body had gone numb to everything except the fire that caught onto him. He reacted to that first, thanked the gods he was on dirt, and rolled around. He wasn't even sure if he was screaming, but he knew that he just had to act fast if his skin would be saved. The son of Apollo started to get to his feet after a minute. He looked around and saw the smoke rising into the air. It was like night had fallen a storm was following after it. Where had any peace gone to?

Grabbing his bow and nocking an arrow, Sebastian made his way around the side of the barracks, moving as best he could on two wobbly feet. The poor demigod didn't make it far before another explosion happened near him again. This time, sending the arrow he had ready to fight with right into his upper left arm. Sebastian found himself on the ground again, hearing faintly something crumble. That second explosion took a lot out of him. As pieces of the barrack fell upon him, leaving him pinned, fire continued to scorch his bottom half. Sebastian, with as much strength as he could muster tried to call for help. With chaos raging though, who could hear his pleas?

[solarpoweredsebastian]

sonxfcupid:

“Honestly, I think I need one. But it wouldn’t be fair to leave all the pressure on someone else. I have a responsibility.” He couldn’t bear to think of the consequences that letting someone else take over for a bit would have. He let out a sigh and moved over to the basins. He dug in his toiletry bag for his toothbrush and toothpaste. You’d think that centurions would have their own bathroom. As he dug in the bag, his towel fell from his waist, but he made no sudden move to fix it. Yes, he was conscious of his body, but it was just Sebastian in the room, and he was busy showering and wouldn’t even notice. 

After finding his toothbrush, he knelt down and swiftly pulled the towel back up, tieing it around his hips. “You’re welcome I guess. We’re both lucky there’s hot water, most of the Cohort showers before this time.” 

“Isn’t that the point of having someone below you though? You should be able to take a break every now and then, Callum.” Sebastian rubbed the bar of soap over his body, standing out of the water. He looked back and saw Callum in all of his . . . glory. He smirked. “I see London, I see France. I see Callum’s Roman globes.” 

“Well I think we all learn not to be really shower long. I mean, a lot of us are just gonna get dirty again later after lunch.”

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fireandseaweed:

Sighing, Percy took a deep breath. Biting his lip for a second he did his best to say his piece. “The bill is cruel. It cuts off civil liberties and basic rights such as the freedom of movement. I’d maybe understand it if there was a reason for it.” He paused for breath. “But even if we accept that the staff of the Open Hearth weren’t framed, why would the actions of a tiny minority of Greeks warrant such heavy handed treatment? I fought the fire at the senate house alongside other Greeks. The bill is not justified in the slightest.” 

Sebastian underlined a few more things. “Just one more question, then I think we’ll have enough.” Sebastian took a sip of his water and then looked down at his paper. “What do you hope for the future generations of Roman and Greek demigods?”

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fireandseaweed:

“I don’t think it’d be fair to say I faced just as much, I faced hardship sure, but ultimately I still benefit from privilege in some ways. Besides, when you know of people growing up on the streets because they’re a demigod it is kind of hard to compare to that.” Percy had been briefly homeless for about six months when he’d forgotten his memory. Although some of that time was spent with Lupa and her wolves, not all of it was. “The biggest difference has to be the size, Camp Half Blood is tiny compared to this place. The biggest similarity is that they’re both home. To Greeks and to Romans.” 

Sebastian smiled more and nodded. “When the bill, concerning Greeks came out, what went through your mind? Has your initial opinion changed at all on it?” His lips thinned out some as his expression become more serious. “Do you think the bill is justified?”

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fireandseaweed:

Biting his lip, Percy thought about his question before laughing and sighing. “Pressure is an understatement. When I was claimed in Camp Half Blood I immediately got sent on a quest to fix some shit because I was a son of Poseidon. Not because I was the most qualified for that quest. Then I found out about the terrible prophecy and the subsequent prophecy of the Seven, so yeah, I’d definitely say that it has put pressure on my shoulders.”

“So you might agree that, like other demigods, you face just as much hardship if not more than any other person who’s one parent is a god. Greek or Roman, it doesn’t matter.” Sebastian took down another note and then smiled at Percy. “With how much time you’ve spent at Camp Half-Blood and New Rome, what is the biggest difference you see and what do you think it really similar about both places?”

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fireandseaweed:

“Well the first time I came to Camp Jupiter I had a total of six months of total memories because Juno had borrowed my other ones, and I also had two gorgon’s chasing me. So y’know, it was more of a “thank fuck I’m alive, what the hell is this place?” sort of moment than anything more articulate.” He shrugged gently and paused. “There was a mixture, just like Camp Half Blood. There were el cabrón like Octavian who made things difficult, particularly being seen as a son of Neptune. You guys aren’t my dad’s biggest fan which obviously makes sense, but the truth is that I kinda had an inkling that I didn’t belong, but I just didn’t know why. There were other people, like Frank, Dakota, Gwen and Hazel who really made me feel at home.”

Sebastian jotted down a few notes. He underlined with a red-ink pen the names Frank and Hazel. “Things are usually hard for demigods of stronger gods or when those gods are more mysterious. Has being a son of Poseidon always put a big pressure on your shoulders?” He spoke clearly and with intention. Sebastian felt good like this. He liked this sort of media, of getting information straight from the source.

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fireandseaweed:

“Sure Sebastian,” Percy said with a shrug, “you’re more than welcome. Everything that has been happening is really important and I’m happy to talk about it.” He looked at the glimmering ice that covered the lake in a thin film, he was sure that it’d crack soon as the snows eventually thawed. “Did you have something specific in mind?”

Sebastian looked down at his list of questions and smiled. He had an idea in mind of which ones he wanted to ask the son of Poseidon. “Yes. I was thinking we could start by talking about how you remember it being, when you first came to Camp Jupiter.” He checked the camera to make sure it was recording. “What were people like, how do you remember feeling when you got to know the Romans?”

[solarpoweredsebastian]

“Thanks for agreeing to this, Percy. I’m glad we could sit down and do this.” Sebastian had set up his camera to capture the view of the lake. They were on one of the water-front restaurant’s. Sebastian, continuing his efforts to make a documentary based on the Greek-Roman rival, was thrilled to get to sit down and talk to one of the biggest figures in current history. He’d acquired them a table on one of the top levels so they could have some privacy. 

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tayxdelknight:

“If you ever plan on going, let me know. I could give you a tour of the place and show you all the best places to film.” As much as Tayla knew what sun dials looked like, she’d seen them in association with her father plenty of times, she’d never actually made one herself. So Sebastian’s offer to join her in drawing it was met with a grateful smile and nod. “Yeah, that sounds great to me. If Apollo’s actually paying attention I’m sure he’d love both of us working on it.” Though she was cynical about the prospect of him watching, it was nice to think about him being excited to see his children working together. “I guess the first step would be mapping out the size? Did you want to make a large one or smaller?” 

“I heard from someone that you guys got a rock wall that spits out lava? Is that true?” The idea of such a thing shocked him. Camp Jupiter had it’s tough obstacles, but nothing like that. How were you suppose to scale the wall? “Dad is one of the few gods who really cares about us, I think. He seems to actually take the time and listen to us.” Sebastian looked down at the ground and shrugged. “Go big or go home, Tayla. Apollo loves things to be grand.”

[solarpoweredsebastian]

sonxfcupid:

Callum would normally have ignored the other, continued with his routine, but with the fact that he was trying to be a better person, he mustered up a “Well done.” from inside. Although, his facial expression must have shown how hard it was for him to say at the moment. “I was busy doing paperwork, like normal. Writing those reports after the raid set all my normal paperwork back by days.” He lied efficiently. “La douche est tout à toi” He added before moving over the mirrors and wiping his hair the correct with his hand.

“You should take a break, try to get someone to cover for you so that you can relax.” He turned the water head on and started to soak himself. “Hmm?” Sebastian hadn’t caught the last part of what he said, though it sounded like a language he had heard before. Sebastian didn’t ask Callum how he was doing. He didn’t think he’d get a straight answer. He did wonder though what kept him so rigid, even after years of basically living on top of each other. “Thanks for not using all the hot water.”

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sonxfcupid:

Callum glanced at the other male and hid his injured hand behind his back. He had just got out the shower. The shower was supposed to help calm him down, but it did the opposite. He hoped that Seb didn’t use the shower he just came from, there was probably a cracked tile and maybe smelt like salt. He told himself to stop being dramatic and carry on. “It’s been okay. Yours?” 

“Well, I won today’s session of war games. Not feeling all that much like a champ though. You uh, all finished up in there, Centurion?” He smiled at his choice of words and looked back at Callum. Sebastian stood there for a moment. “You weren’t in the game, were you? What were you doing?”

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tayxdelknight:

As much as Tayla wanted to protest and insist that she really was perfectly fine making do with what Sunshine House provided, he had a good point. Family helped family, no matter what. And if the situation were reversed she would do the same thing. So instead of arguing she smiled at him and nodded. “I guess you do have a point there. Well thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

“No.” Turning to look at him, she shrugged and shook her head. “At Camp Half Blood we didn’t really have any prayer places. I mean, I guess at dinner when we put a portion of the food into the fire some campers would say something to their parents. But I never bothered.” Tayla had to press her lips together to avoid laughing at the idea of burning a toy cow, but as hard as she tried to mask it the smile lingered. A plastic sacrifice seemed a little extreme in her opinion, but she didn’t want to disrespect something Sebastian took seriously. “I didn’t bring any crab cakes, but would drawing a sun dial on the ground count?” 

Sebastian crossed his legs, getting comfortable. “I wish I could visit the camp sometime. It seems like a . . . a cool place.” He didn’t really have another word for it. The son of Apollo looked up at his fathers altar and smiled. “I think that’d be fine for a start. We could make it together, if you want?” Sebastian smiled and turned toward her. “I think some sibling bonding would be pretty good, don’t you think?”

[solarpoweredsebastian]

spqrxfitzgerald:

Sebastian wasn’t someone Fergus particularly cared or ignored at all - he wasn’t very relevant, though sure he was a dedicated legionnaire and worked in Callum’s Cohort so he was more or less acquainted with the guy. Still, he nodded in acknowledgement towards the guy. “Lot’s of work to do, not everyone’s happy.” He said loftily, it was an empty enough statement but it meant just what it needed to. “And how about you?” Fergus was never for small talk but if he had to in order to be minimally polite, then sure. 

“Understandably so, ya know. Things are pretty wild around New Rome. I uh, I’m pretty fine. I - well, not really actually. My half-sister, she’s Greek. She uh, she got taken out of our cohort. Do you know how long this bill is gonna be in effect for, Fergus?” He dug into his pocket and flicked the switch of his recorder on. Sebastian then took his hand out and crossed his arms. “I mean, is the bill permanent or something that might go away?” He knew the answer, but Fergus’ response would be needed for his product-to-be.

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tayxdelknight:

“Of course not, I would never want to be responsible for anyone questioning your credibility. But trust me, I could be a wonderful actress.” Years of holding things close to her chest had already taught her to be a very convincing liar. It didn’t seem like it would be hard to transfer that into acting considering lying and acting seemed to be very similar; they both involved trying to sell an idea or feeling to the people watching. 

For a moment she almost brushed off his offer, but thinking of the sleeping arrangement she currently she had she ended up shrugging. “The pillows they have do kind of suck. But you honestly don’t have to get anything. It’s not your job to take care of me or try to fix what the Senate did.” Finally moving forward she took a seat beside him on the steps and she looked up at the altar, frowning softly. “I guess. So how am I supposed to do the whole praying to him thing? I’ve never actually done it before.” 

“I’ll find you one of the softest pillows I can. So, don’t worry about that, okay? You deserve - at the least, a goodnight’s rest.” Sebastian scoffed a little and scratched his nose, looking down like he was trying to believe what she had just said, like it was a lie. For Sebastian, it was. “It’s not my job but it’s what I should do, Tayla. We’re family. New Rome has taught me a lot and one thing it’s gotten me to wholly believe is that we help our family.”

He frowned and turned his head at her. “Never ever? I mean, it’s not that hard. Have you seen people pray? Or movies where they pray in a church? You just get down and pray to him. You can talk out loud or in your head. Apollo is like the other gods up there, where he likes to be given stuff. You could burn a toy cow in respect for him, or give him a sun dial. But, on a more personal note, I hear he really likes crab cakes.”

[solarpoweredsebastian]

Sebastian,

I know everything seems awful right now, but we’re going to make it through this. And when we do you’ll get to go off and become some amazing filmmaker, and just know I’ll be sitting in a theatre to see every single one. Don’t forget about me when you become rich and famous though!

The lady at the store told me the lenses are some of the best in the industry. And I don’t actually know if you need a camera strap for the kind of camera you use, but just in case this one is leather so it won’t be snapping on you anytime soon. 

Have a merry Christmas!

Love, Tayla 

Popping a cookie in his mouth, Sebastian relaxed on his bed in the barrack, examining the camera. The tears came quick enough and Sebastian wiped his eyes, silently thanking Tayla.

[solarpoweredsebastian]

Show Maia who the best archer is! Go Third Cohort! 

I hope you enjoy this! Merry Christmas! 

~ Callum

“Nice job, Callum.”

[solarpoweredsebastian]

tayxdelknight:

“Maybe one day once this mess is over you can tell me about it.” She suggested with a shrug and small half smile. “As good as we are at self-destruction and as determined as the Senate is to tear Romans and Greeks apart, there’s nothing they can do that can change the fact that you’re my brother. Unless you try to kill me, which I sincerely hope you never do, I will never hate you. Don’t worry about that.”  

“I don’t love it, but it’s not like I have many options now.” She frowned at her own words, at how utterly pathetic but true they were. She had come to Camp Jupiter seeking further opportunities to better herself, and now she was lucky to even have a place to sleep at night. “That’s why I’m here now, though I’m not really holding my breath for any intervention. He hasn’t stepped in before, I doubt he would now.” 

“I would really like that, Tayla. Maybe one day you can be in one of my movies. Of course, I would need to see your acting ability first. Can’t show my family favoritism.” He nodded at her, his lips turned up a little in satisfaction. “You really have no idea how great it makes me feel to hear that - and let’s be real, I could never kill you, Tayla.”

“Is there anything I can get you to make your stay better? Some pillows or sheets?” He sat down on the steps of his fathers altar, figuring his camera would have to wait. “I pray a lot to him. And, even if he doesn’t directly intervene, or give any hints that he’s listening, I think it still helps.”