𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞

[springs-heir]

a promised message - prayer to persephone

Kneeling before the statue to his mother in the Temple of the gods, Oliver looked up at the visage with a nervous smile. Before him he placed down a bouquet of flowers... Roses, crocus', violets, lily's, and larkspur... They were her flowers, the flowers she had used in her wedding bouquet. The flowers that had often whispered the sweetest hello's to Oliver. So much had happened since he last sent a prayer to the gods. There had been trials. There had been loss. His powers had gone through a metamorphosis. He'd lived and loved a lifetime in just seven months. It felt like the adventure would never end, yet he had seen just how quickly it could.

"Hi Momma... Ahm sorry ah haven't come round in a while. After the Trial of Chronus I was fixin' to stop by. Was hoping to send a prayer your way before your trip, but things have been busy... So much has changed..."

The words are unspoken, but his thoughts go to how the timeline had become so different. How he was no longer a child of Demeter, and instead somehow, someway, had become a child of Persephone in this timeline. It brought about many emotions, many fears. Was her worthy? Who had he replaced? Who had he stolen this family from? He's desperate to ask, but at the same time terrified of what the answer might be. So instead he focuses on what he does know, and what he had been asked to do.

"I met my sister... Or well one of 'em"

Thoughts of Illyria, of the pain he had seen in her even if she tried so hard to bury it. Of how her indifference to the world was being used as a shield. She had been burned by love, by a god who had sworn off children only to spawn a champion with another.

"She was.... She seemed upset, and rightfully so."

Her words ringing in his ear... I want to be left alone. It breaks his heart to know that she suffered in such a way. It hurts to know that his sister wanted nothing to do with the family. I want to be left alone. A family that Oliver had clawed his way for... "She wanted me to pass on a message though. She wanted me to ensure that you knew Macaria, the Goddess of Blessed Death, is no more... She gave up that life when Thanatos refused to have a child with her, her only wish now is to be left alone, to be left in peace."

There's a pause, a moment of silence as Oliver closes his eyes. Hesitation before he says the next part, wondering if he has the right to speak it allowed. She had wanted her message delivered, and he had done that. Yet in his heart he still hoped that perhaps she would change her mind... That she would still want to see her family again some day.

"Her name is Illyria now Momma... An while she might not want to be seen right now, ah don't think this is the end. Y'all live forever, and maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, or the next ten or even hundred... But I think in time she'll come back 'round. Or maybe she won't... Ah just hope she can find peace..."

[bloodofarex]

Location: the harvest fest somewhere for: @springs-heir

The crowns lay lopsided on their heads as Rio pulled Oliver to some dark corner. "Don't worry this will be fast then you can go back to flirting and dancing with whoever your heart desires for the night." Once the two are hidden away tucked away in the safety of the darkness he pats his pockets. Making sure he had it on him. "Got it" he pulled out a coin from the mission the night before, "Here, I want you to keep this. If anything happens to me in the trial coming up or ever want you to be the one that puts the coin in my mouth and sends me off. I know it's kind of dark and a little morbid but my life is already yours want you to own my next one too."

[springs-heir]

Oliver is lost in a world of autumnal bliss, laughing and dancing. Switching partners throughout the night, he flirts and he smiles, all worries are left behind. It's as Rio pulls him to the side though that his feet seem to finally hit the ground. "Sugar what on earth are ya tal-" His voice goes quiet, eyes lingering on the coin as Rio pulls out the drachma. The very one that was gifted to them by Charon. "Rio... I..." He wants to yell, to get angry, but at the same time he knows Rio is doing this out of a place of love. It's not meant to be as a good bye. It's meant as a promise, as way to show he cares. "Rio you ain't goin nowhere..." With shaking hands he reaches out and takes the coin. "I'll keep it safe... But know you ain't goin nowhere, not if I have anything to say bout it."

[coltongray]

@springs-heir location: Oliver's Greenhouse notes: Planting Party!

There was a lot to do in the way of preparation: training, stocking, and organizing his pack (which was getting impossible to navigate), and of course, the existential dread that generally manifested as long periods of time where he'd just stare up at the ceiling from the bottom of his pit. Isaac didn't know what would happen, he had an idea of what to expect but time and death were too very different domains... So he didn't really have any idea what to expect.

His father would be expecting Isaac to hold up his vow and if nothing else, Isaac knew that the trial would be dangerous. Until then he planned to do what he could and try to live life as normally as possible. Part of that was making the most of the time that he did have. "I got these seeds out of that pumpkin we took down." Isaac pointed as he held them gingerly in his hand, holding them out for Oliver. He didn't really know what to do with them - if there was anything even to do - but if he was going to die next week then he at least wanted to get them planted before then. "Think you can do something with them?"

[springs-heir]

Oliver looked at the pumpkin seeds with absolute wonder. He still got some chills when thinking about that last quest. The way that pumpkin patch had lead to the loss of so many lives. Thankful that their group had been able to put a stop to it, even if it ended with them covered in pumpkin guts. He'd been so caught up in the events that he hadn't even thought of doing some harvesting. So to see that Isaac had not only collected something, but brought it to the southern boy had his smile growing wider by the minute.

"Well aren't you just full of surprises."

Moving over towards an area of his garden that he'd been preparing to make some fall squash in he got down to the ground and began carving out small plots for each little seedling. "Was planning on making some pumpkins for clem and the kids to carve for Halloween. Figure it'd be a fun activity for them... But ah gotta say, ahm curious if these will be normal or not." Turning over towards Isaac he gives a mischievous grin, seeds still in hand not yet having buried them. "Last chance Mr. Brooks..."

[athenianwit]

Oliver had the sweetest soul at camp, like his mother he had been lured into the darkest caves and faced traumas one couldn’t possibly imagine…and just like Persephone, that flame in his heart never faltered. He adapted, became stronger, and learned to bloom even in the worst kinda of situations. Atticus felt blessed by the gods to have Oliver in his life. “You will, I already know it.”

Just like Atticus, Oliver needed to keep himself busy in order to have those anxious thoughts pushed to the back of his mind. When the son of Athena was dealing with heartache, he threw himself into his work for days at a time without any kind of break. He was aware that wasn’t the best way to handle your emotions but it was the way he knew how, so he’d never fault Oliver for doing the same thing. “Let’s get back to the cabin and get started then,” Atticus wrapped his arm around the others thin waist to guide Atticus out of the gardens and back to their home. “Oh, I’ve been craving a beignet. How did you know?” Growing up in England, Atticus had a rather… limited food variety he had tried until he came to camp and met Oliver and Gabe. "Oh, I have something for you when we get back to the cabin." Some of the demigods had lost the articles of clothing Atticus had made for them when they walked through into a new timeline, so he had to make up for all that.

[springs-heir]

Just like that Atticus' had worked his magic. Pulling Oliver's thoughts away from the darkness that seemed to be looming over the child of Persephone. Instead his mind now began to sift through a list of ingredients he'd need. Already hard at work now on the new task in his mind, excited to get food ready for his boys, for his family. While it might not be much he was excited whenever he could perform these acts of service, as it was a chance to show them all how much he cared for them, how much he loved them. "Just had a feelin," he laughs happily as the other man's hand wraps around his waist and starts pulling him towards the Athena cabin. Though at the mention of a surprise, once again the man's puppy like demeanor took hold as his thoughts shifted to what the could be. "You ain't gonna tell me till we get there are you? Oh come on Atti! What is it?"

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of persephone ≻ location ; the temple ╱ @springs-heir

               since the godlings have entered this new timeline, a lot of things had changed for them. the winter of this timeline was much more different than who he was. he was more outgoing, and charismatic, artistic, and he was treated much differently too. outside of that, his life was different too, so much that his own sister was alive. changes in the timeline somehow made this all happen. but not only did he get his sister back, he had gained a brother. a stepbrother.

he wanted to give his thanks to his father, walking in the temple and making his way over to the hades statue. things were different but these changes were for the better. he noticed that the other was there too, and he smiled. " rumor has it, we're brothers now. " how that was possible, he wasn't sure, but it was nice knowing oli was someone to have as a brother figure.

[springs-heir]

Oliver had been leaving offerings at the temple each day since discovering his new lineage. Each day he brought baskets of fruit and grain in honor of not only his new mother, but his old. It was strange, having that connection severed. Having the song within his veins shift as he felt the pull of another. Yet at the same time it felt right. It felt as though he was always meant to be here. It also did not completely sever the ties that bound him to Demeter. For she may not be his mother any longer, she was still his grandmother through the divine.

So here he was, once again kneeling before their alters in prayer when he heard the footsteps of another. He did not need to turn to see who had approached though. The flowers and greenery already announcing the arrival of the prince of the underworld. Still though he moves, shifting his body to look over at Winter. A bright smile stretching from ear to ear at the other demigods words. "You know ah always wanted to be part of a big family. Looks like momma heard my prayers."

[bloodofarex]

"if you want it, just say the word. it's yours."

"All I want is you, Oliver." His eyes met the other's as spoke, "I want every minute of your time. Every touch. Every kiss. Every breath. I want to be buried in all you give me. I want to take it all" His moved so he could kiss the other's neck. "I want every moan. Every orgasm. Want to be the one that gives you every ounce of pleasure you feel. i want to own you completely and fully. I want to consume you." eyes moving to meet his again. "will you give me that?"

[springs-heir]

Soft gasps escape Oliver with every kiss, every tug at his body. "R-Rio... Nnngh S-Sugar!" Having Rio on top of him like this was simply heaven. Feeling the weight of his husband pressing down, pinning him there beneath him, it tugs forth a hunger deep inside of him. "Y-you have it! Oh fuck Rio take it! Just fucking take it!" It makes him crave this possessive side of Rio even more. To be claimed. To be taken. To be wanted. "You never needed to ask Rio, it belongs to you... Nnngh fuck baby please, j-just want you, need you!" That's all he's ever truly desired in the darkest depths of his heart. Back arching off the ground as he tries to grind up against his lover. Hands clawing at the other man's back, digging in and leaving his mark along his skin.

[coltongray]

"Helps take the sting out of everyone calling me zombie boy both behind my back and to my face." Isaac laughed, jokingly as he watched Oliver's face light up at the sight of the butterfly. It wasn't a secret that the two were close, and Isaac made good on his word. He'd once told the Archfey during that Lovegame that he stood by the things that he said.

"There's uh-" Rio had called it an awkward conversation and Isaac supposed it kind of was, but despite knowing that it wasn't much of a big deal, Isaac had spent enough time hiding in the dark. "Khai and I have been seeing each other lately, he's..." Isaac tried to put his feelings into words but came up short. The phone in this timeline was littered with the two of them- they'd been a thing and they'd looked happy. Really happy. "really special to me."

[springs-heir]

"Who called you a zombie boy? Ah'll beat their fucking asses!" Oliver spoke with a fury, eyes glowing a bright red for a moment. He was not a fan of teasing, and even less of a fan of bully's. As he stared at the now laughing Isaac he calmed a bit, it seemed like he didn't mind the comments, but still Oliver would offer to end whoever was saying things like that. "Well if they do it again you tell me, ain't right to make fun of people."

As tension in the air built Oli tried to settle in. He could usually get a sense of when something bad was coming, though from Isaac it was hard to tell why it might be bad, or at least nerve wracking. As the other demigod began to explain Oliver's smile grew bright. "Oh Isaac that's wonderful Sugar, Ahm so glad for you tw-" But then it hit him. Why today felt like more of a goodbye than a normal meeting. Why things had felt so somber from the moment he'd walked through the doorway. The little soul now resting on his shoulder was meant to be a goodbye gift.

"Oh..." Oliver's smile tightens, and he swallows hard. He can't be angry, doesn't feel as though he has the right. He knows what it's like to love, and he would never hold it against someone. "I see... Ah um, Ah'm happy for ya sweetpea." He swallows down the feelings, buries the sense of loss. This isn't about him, or how he'd been starting to truly feel for Isaac in the same vein as how he felt for Rio and the others. How his heart had started to beat a little too fast whenever he caught the man's smile pointed at him. How he enjoyed being close to someone who could understand his new struggles, the burden of seeing those who had been lost. This was Isaac's moment, and even though it hurt he wouldn't take from that. "Really, truly happy for you." His body shuffles away with each word, slowly creating space between them.

[isleofheroes]

" Well, you don't have to bear that grief alone, you know?" Evan was trying to be more vocal about what he wanted out of life. So much of what he went through in the past month was out of his control and while Evan knew that things would continue to happen out of his control, he can choose how to spend that time inbetween. Coming out was an experience to say the least, starting off wild with Atticus and Romeo, Evan was really starting to discover himself and who he liked and honestly, there wasn't a man in the Athena Cabin that Evan didn't like. It was daunting, having a crush on someone into a polycule, he didn't really understand the ins and outs, who he should ask if he wanted to date someone, not wanting to have another situation like with the Son of Pan and Ender. Oliver's movement to straddle Evan silenced those thoughts, at least for the moment because Oliver looked so amazing sitting on his lap, looking down at him. He trusted Oliver, more than most at camp, he was kind and loving and sweet and Evan felt the desire to ask, " Oliver," He said softly, already a bit breathless from the kissing and Oliver's grinding, " I was wanting to try being more...versatile," He admitted, having yet to bottom, even if he had been practice, " Could you...be my first?"

[springs-heir]

As Evander spoke the words Oliver couldn't help the confused look that slowly grew across his face. Head tilting to the side for just a moment as he tried to find the words to explain. "Oh Sugar, that dog won't hunt." He gives an awkward apologetic smile as he shifts on the other's lap. Looking down at Evan he slowly caresses his cheek with his thumb.

"Ahm a bit of a bottom, never really been one to top. Rio would probably be a better first time than me. Or well you could really go for the gold with Remy, though he might be a little... too big for a first time?" He chuckles at the memory of Atticus and when he learned that Remy had been his first. The mere thought of Atti taking that for his first had truly cemented the other demigod as a born power bottom in his mind.

"If you'd like ah can explain how it all works. How to prep and what not, but ahm no top. Ah'd only make for an awful experience honey."

[bornatnightt]

@springs-heir sent "i like it when you take control"

jesse was done barking orders, or well, strong suggestions for the night at the scry. he was supposed to sing later, more than serve drinks or chat up patrons, and it made him fidgety. it had been so long... and this was, somehow, so close to the dream he had.

oliver's words though, brought a smile to his lips quickly. "do ye now?" he asked, leaning towards him with nothing short of a teasing smirk, "should i start giving you orders, oli?" he asked, low and close to his ear.

"or are you just having fun teasing a working man?"

[springs-heir]

"Can you blame me?" He whispers back, leaning in close. To anyone else it might seem like he was trying to order a drink amongst the loud hustle and bustle of the bar. Though on a closer look one might see Oliver's hand reaching out to slowly caress the others chest. "Ah would never dream of doin somethin like dat." His cajun accent slipping out as he laughs sweetly against the other man's ear.

"Ah'd love to be a good boy for you... Just give the order Sir" With that he pushes back into his seat. Raising his glass up and slowly taking a sip as he waits to see what Jesse might make him do.

[coltongray]

"Mhm, it's strangely comfortable though." Isaac said as he propped his cheek up on his hand and tried to get a read on what was going through Oliver's head. "Took some getting used to though." He'd confided this enough times, but the strange thing about this pit had taken him a while to adjust to. "It was kind of like the more I came into my domain the more comfortable I became here... Now I have a hard time sleeping anywhere else." Isaac laughed, "Is that weird?"

Isaac sat upright in the comfortable space that had magically enlarged to accommodate more, when he lifted his hand, finger raised, the orange butterfly and spirit of the pumpkin king fluttered from the opening above and slowly descended to land. Its delicate wings closed and opened as the pale, orange light illuminated their strong features.

"Almost slipped away but... This is what you needed for your sunflowers, right?"

[springs-heir]

Body shifting in the dirt, the soft padding beneath him slowly shifting to form a more comfortable spot. It definitely wasn't a horrible place to lay. Still Oliver's heart was pounding a little quicker than usual. But listening to Isaac explain how the burial pit had slowly become more and more comfortable to him had a calming effect. Hearing how with his domain this strange place had slowly become like home. It made Oliver think back to how he had always loved nature, had always loved being out in the swamps. So when coming to camp his cabin had already felt like home. But for something so different well it certainly must have been a shock. Still the way Isaac described things, well Oliver only had one word for it. "That's honestly real beautiful..."

"Ah could fuckin' kiss you right now Isaac Brooks!" Voice filled with quiet awe as he whispered the words. Hands gently going to cradle the butterfly in its bright orange translucent form. It had taken hours for him to get all the pumpkin gunk off of him, the smell alone still seemed to cling to his skin. So with those visceral memories still so close how could he not recognize the devious glow before him. Carefully he brings the butterfly closer to him, taking in every little detail as its spectral form stayed perfectly still in his hand. "It's perfect..."

[athenianwit]

One of the many gifts Atticus got from his mother was his keen vision, those grey eyes could percieve just about anything— everything from possible chess pieces on a battlefield to the world around him and what he could learn from it to those in his life who hid behind deception and charisma. That smile reminded Atticus of the first night he arrived at camp, Oliver was hiding all that pain behind it but Atticus knew him well enough now to push through it. When Oliver was desperate for some kind of help or comfort, Atticus would be there to pick up those broken pieces and rebuild the son of Persephone. 

"And that only makes you stronger," he cupped the blondes face for a moment, there was no logical explanation for the chaos they had endured but he hoped there could be some comfort in knowing this would only build them to be better. "Spring is coming soon, Oliver. Like your mother, you will blossom exquisitely." They stood in silence for a moment or two before Oliver seemed to compose himself once more. "That sounds splendid, Ollie. I know the boys will love it." 

[springs-heir]

"Sometimes you're just too wise ya know that Atti? Thank you though... Ah hope ah can blossom real nice for her. Ah wanna make her proud." He smiles shyly, a soft frown hinting beneath for just a second. The fear of disappointing his mother would never be gone fully. But with Atticus here, and with the others from the Athena cabin it helped ease the burden just a bit.

"Well we gotta get em all dressed up then. Some fresh lettuce and maters. Ah wonder if we can get any fresh shrimp to fry up for 'em. Fresh is always best. Might need to send Remy out to pick em up. In the mean time we can start workin on the batter, maybe the sauces too." In a matter of moments Oliver is quickly rattling off a to do list. Mind focusing on the next task at hand, ready to forget his own troubles for now. It always was easier to leave things in the past, or keep them locked away until they are ready to burst down your door. It just made things easier, made it manageable. "That reminds me, next week ah gotta make some beignets for ma boys. It's been too long since ah made y'all some sweets."

[coltongray]

Oliver's big arms wrap around Isaac in a colossal hug and it's easy for the laugh to bloom at the sound of the other's sweet tang - blushing a little. "We'll see what she says, I'm gonna be honest I don't think I've ever talked to her." That probably didn't bode well for the conversation but now and then Isaac managed to hopefully come across as charming.

With any luck maybe an artificer would show up at camp that Isaac could ask about exactly this.

"Minos... Like the King and the Judge of the Dead?" Minos had a mall? Isaac wasn't sure how many times he'd thought about how he really didn't know anything but every week something came up that brought that notion around again. "Huh. Don't suppose you know how we can track it down?"

[springs-heir]

"Tell you what, you get me one of them monster souls and I'll let you have something in return!" He giggles happily and before he can stop himself he's leaning in to give the man a kiss. "Ah think this just about made my entire week!" Smile stretching from ear to ear, eyes crinkled shut as he beams up at the other man. The thought of being able to create little guardians for the camp had long since been something of a dream. He wanted to protect his home, to offer a line of defense so that the Godlings would not be the only thing to protect those within the camps boundaries. So if Isaac could help him create that, well he'd give just about anything to the other man.

"Ah think so? Not really sure, but it was this big ol labrynth." He starts to retell their journey through the mall. The way the halls woudl shift and move in a way that ought to be far too confusing to be practical for shopping. Then again perhaps that was the point of it? To make sure the shoppers could never leave, stuck for all eternity just buying new things. "Ah can't even remember where it was... Which is real weird, but maybe if we get another chance we can bring ya! It's a real fancy place, oh and ah can introduce you to Mr. Charger. He's a um... He's a real swell fella, a minotaur actually!" At the mention of the bull man Oliver's cheeks definitely brighten five shades darker.

[bloodofarex]

he just hummed ass the other gave him the compliment. using some of the water to rinse out the other's hair not caring that the soap ran down his own chest. He could feel Oliver shift against him so he used the moment to reach over and grab the hair oil. He was never one to pamper or take the time for himself but he was more than happy to do it for the man he loved. "you always were even before coming here" He spoke as he took the time to put the treatment in Oliver's hair. His fingers parting his hair to make sure he got it right on the scalp. "I think this is where we are meant to be," he spoke as he just worked his fingers into the other's scalp. "feels lighter here and you always felt like springtime to me so it all works out."

[springs-heir]

"Was not!" He tries to lie, but even Oliver doesn't believe himself at the way his voice raises a few octaves. "Ah was just real proud of finally findin' my momma's all." He laughs a little, eyes still shut as he lets himself be pampered. It was so strange being in this new timeline. The world around them seemed so much happier. Yet even in this bright new future, it just meant that the shadows were that much darker. But within the shadows how could the child of spring ever be afraid when he had his husband beside him.

"Ahm meant to be with you Rio, that's where ah belong. Whether it's in this timeline or the next. Wherever you are is where ahm meant to be." The words spoken in a sing song voice, for this truth was something that Oliver had known since the beginning. Since that first moment together in his cabin. When they had declared their devotion.

[isleofheroes]

Evan worried about everyone in camp. He knew how much he went through himself during this timeline change, and how a lot almost shattered what made Evan Evan, he didn't really have a lot of people come up to him and check on him during that first week here, having to go to their cabins for some comfort, he wanted to be there for his friends, his only family now. " I want to worry." He admitted softly. But he could see the shift in Oliver as Evan's hands moved down to their resting spot and the redhead couldn't help but chuckle at Oliver's warning, " I can handle a little bite," He chimed, leaning into the second kiss and accepting it's heat. His hands, which was softly resting at Oliver's side, move to grab those hips lightly, pushing softly as he laid Oliver back into the field, rolling onto his side as he continued the kiss into laying beside Oliver.

[springs-heir]

A light blush crosses his cheeks at the others declaration. He knew that many people worried over him. Since coming to camp Oliver had gained so many beautiful souls who truly did want to protect and help him. But even so, finding another was truly a gift in his eyes. Having grown up so alone, he'd never thought he'd find a place he belonged. Still it was hard to let people worry, not when he knew he could protect himself. "Do you know the title ah was given Sugar?" He speaks softly, hands continuing to roam as he tugs at Evan's clothes. "The Grief Bearer... My duty is to take the pain of others and carry it in my heart... Ah take, and ah take, and I bury it deep so that it can grow into something beautiful."

As the pair moved to lay in the garden, soft grass welcoming them as they lay side by side. Lips never leaving the others for long as kisses grew deeper. "Is that right?" Oliver coos at the others flirtatious response. Moving from the others side to straddling Evander's waist, hands moving to pin the others body to the ground. In slow teasing motions he begins to adjust his hips, grinding back against the younger man as he smiled deviously. Looking down he waits for permission to continue, teasing was fine, but with Evander he wanted to know that this is truly what the man wanted.

[bloodofarex]

As soon as the whole thing started he regretted telling Oliver not to be there. His anxiety had gotten the better of him and even though he wanted the other there the idea of the bad timeline starting was too overwhelming. He stood around long enough to return Romeo's kiss and promised to see him later. A quick hug to Atticus. A few more thank yous before he's rushing to the Persephone cabin. Oliver may not have been there for the cure but there was no one else he wanted to celebrate this with. He opened the door and rushed to the other. Pulling him into a kiss. Gods he was an idiot for even telling the other not to go. "Im sorry," he told him as he pulled away "didn't want anything to happen but god I was such an idiot as soon as it stated I wanted you there."

Another deep kiss before he pulled back, "It all worked out no more purple goo"

[springs-heir]

As Rio takes Oliver up into his arms the child of spring doesn't need a mirror to tell that Rio has been freed. He doesn't need something to show him the corruption, for that smile alone is the brightest he's ever seen him. Lips crash together as the two feed off of one another. Hungrily devouring his lover in his embrace before they are pulling apart for air. "There better not ever be a next time, but ah swear to the gods Rio Davenport ah WILL be there! Ya hear me?"

"You had me so scared." He kisses him again. Hands tugging Rio closer and pulling him back further into the garden. The doors that had been swung open being slammed shut by the vines as Oliver wants nothing more than privacy with his husband. "Don't like being away from you Rio, don't like it one fuckin' bit." Tears begin to prick at the edges of his eyes, emotions running so deep. Waiting in his garden for his lover to return, It had been the first time that Oliver had truly felt alone. So now in this moment, as he has Rio with him, he pulls the man closer not wanting to let go.

[bornatnightt]

@springs-heir continued from here

jesse tsks, shaking his head as he tries not to look towards any flowers. after oliver started talking about that he could almost see them starting to wither. like it was his fault they were made. he didn't want this!

"well, i don't know what to tell you." he purses his lip. "i didn't expect to be engaged when we changed the past..." his pulse races, he feels like his head is going to burst soon. he doesn't understand who this jesse was. who people at camp expect him to be.

"i didn't expect there to be a damn wedding ready to go. what the fuck." he curses, a hand running through his head as he turns away from oliver. "how long have we even been here? less than a year, i can't believe i'd be that emotional."

[springs-heir]

At Jesse's comment about getting married in less than a year a part of Oliver can't help but feel like he just got punched in the stomach. Him and Rio's little romance certainly had been burning hot and fast, but did that make him overly emotional? And what was wrong with being emotional? Or letting people know you cared about them? As if the very flowers in the room could sense this wave of emotions washing through the sun of Persephone their vibrant colors seemed to only grow brighter, thorns sharper, and those that were poisonous...

The calming breathe Oliver takes is very much needed as he tries to refocus. "We've all got changes here Jesse, and we've all gotta deal with the repercussions. Is it such a horrible thought to think that perhaps you and Si were a bit closer here in this world?"

[isleofheroes]

Evan never imagined his life being like this, kissing a man sweetly and tender, a beautiful and kind man who constantly makes Evan red in the face, and chest, all over. His head pressed against the other's chest, hearing the soft pattering of his heartbeat and his kind and gentle words, Evan melted into Oliver. It was so nice to have people like this in your life, " I need a bit of a break from all of that, just enjoy this beautiful place," and a beautiful man...why was Evan shy now, he was never shy. " What about you, you doing okay," Evan asked as he pulled away to look at Oliver, his hands that were wrapped around Oliver's waist during the hug had now dropped down to rest at Oliver's hips, his hands resting softly against the other's skin, thumb brushing lightly.

[springs-heir]

"Oh you don't need to worry bout me sweetpea..." His voice waivers for a moment as he speaks. There had been so much happening since returning from the trial of thanatos. So much that it had Oliver taking off his headband for the first time in what seemed like forever. His thoughts less crowded, less worried about his own problems. He could focus on others, he could focus on their troubles and perhaps help them in some way.

Strong hands holding onto his hips, the child of Persephone can't help but lean into the touch. The southern boy had always been greedy when it came to affection. Hungering for it as though he'd been starved his whole life.

"You really should be careful Darlin, these here flowers are a lot more poisonous than before." Voice soft as he whispers the words against Evander's ear. Lips gently brushing against Evander's cheek, then lower grazing his jaw, before leaning in to steal another kiss. This time the gentle nature of it turning just a little more heated.