“Come on surely you can see she is into him.” Drew chewed on a red vine rolling her eyes at the anime she was forcing Lux to watch with her. As usual she could not sleep so like always she found her way to the Dionysus cabin with a bag full of goodies and her laptop in hand. Crawling over Pollux’s lap to pick up another piece of candy she decided to sit there rather than her space on the bed. Holding the bright red licorice candy to his lips she smiled “I wonder why he can’t seem to see it.”
I'm new to this, so I want to begin with an apology for not doing this right?
So... I know it seems ridiculous to not use the computer for this sort of thing, but old-fashioned letters are a lot more romantic. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. You get a feel for the personality behind the pen by looking at their penmanship. And although, I guess you could make a comparison to what font a typist would choose, but how often do they change fonts to reflect mood? You never see a letter written in Rage Italic to indicate a rushed displeasure, or an erratic mood indicated by Wingdings. It simply doesn't happen, which is why I prefer to hand write my letters. It's more revealing. Intimate. Which really, is the point o-
Castor paused in his writing, feeling a heavy breath over his shoulder. It permeated every inch of his collar with an insufferable humidity. The warmth blanketed him, allowing the irony of a cold sweat to touch his brow at the revelation of being watched.
Eyes wide, he whirled around, struggling to keep his composure. Rapid hands clawed at the exposed papers, leading to an onslaught of panic. Pencils, scraps, and stationary mixed in an ugly tornado as they scattered the room. Nervous eyes peered upwards at the figure who'd caused the ruckus, but a quick glance turned fear to anger.
"Pol? What are you doing home? What the fuck?"
Standing before him was his brother, covered in blood and dust. It wasn't unusual to see Pollux in such a state, but it was unusual for him to be home earlier than was scheduled. Either the news was very good, or it was very bad. From the burgeoning grin on the man's face, he assumed the former.
Pollux leaned close, letting the overpowering aroma of earth penetrate his brother's nose. The taller man let out a hoarse laugh as Castor recoiled in disgust.
Frown staining his pale face, the younger brother sat on the edge of his seat, trying to suss the reason for Pollux's return. "No seriously, what are you doing home?"
The other shook his head, avoiding the question. Instead, he was drawn to the papers clutched in anxious hands. Castor was doing everything he could to obscure the writing on them, even if it meant destroying his work. Pollux pointed at the smudged mess before gesturing to himself, and back at the desk. His eyes glimmered with a mischievous backing, a common look between two brothers.
Despite the lack of speech, the younger brother knew every judgmental word coming from his sibling. Years of silence between them had developed into a deeper understanding, communicated in sly glances and minute hand motions. It bordered on telepathic, and at this moment, Castor hated every detail they'd shared in the last few decades.
"Don't you breathe at me that way!"
Pollux raised an eyebrow, head tilting gently to the right.
"No, it's just-" Castor sighed, voice heavy with emotion. The stationary in his hand was beginning to bleed from his damp grip. Although he couldn't meet Pollux's inquisitive eyes, he could at least offer an excuse. "I'll see you later, okay? I swear to the Gods I'll pay attention to whatever, I just... I really need to do this. Alone. This letter thing... Please, Pol."
The taller of the two shrugged, displeasure etched into the lines of his face. Rather than question his pleading brother, he acknowledged it wasn't his place. If he had to pry, he could do it later.
Winking in agreement, Pollux turned and left, door closing behind him with an impeding finality.
As his brother's footsteps echoed down the hall, Castor groaned. The relief he thought he'd feel when all was said and done was replaced with an even tighter anxiety over his heart. An accompanying sour taste crept up on him, dancing at the back of his throat with a vigor. It tasted like thirty years of failure and loneliness.
It was so easy for others - even his twin. Even with just a few minutes between them, the two couldn't look more different. Pollux was tall, dark, and handsome. Though quiet, he was intimidating and admirable. Castor was none of these things. He was short, baby-faced, and struggled to make a good impression on anyone he met. His bitter attitude was endless, and the resentment of the outside world carried on his shoulders.
His hands hovered over the mess of papers, still in disarray. Running on instinct - the only way to channel his feelings - he grabbed the pen, letting it do the talking that he wasn't ready for.
Drew had let him in when one of her brothers had said Lux would not leave until he saw her. She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had gone outside. A week maybe longer? It was officially the longest time that she had spent in her own cabin but she didn’t speak to anyone. It wasn’t even as if she was sleeping, sleep that flighty mistress still alluded her and she felt as if she was going crazy. She had spent hours in the bath mulling over life and all its complete and utter bullshit when she had given the announcement. Mitchell was in charge because she frankly couldn’t give a shit at the moment.
Standing in the middle of the room dressed in a big sweatshirt and shorts she wished had put on make-up, combed her hair or at least tired her bunk which was unmade( completely not like her). Lux looked...sad which was understandable considering what had happened but she had given him space because that is what you did right? Gave them space to grieve come to terms with things not to mention the fact he had to explain this all to his young son
"I don't think I can live without you"
Drew forced a smile something that felt alien to her and punched his arm lightly “You will never have to, I have no plans on going anywhere Lux.”
“I like him of course, he is my friend...though my feelings aren’t exactly friendly and it makes it really hard because it is like no one in the Dio cabin has ever heard of clothes! But i like him..just don’t tell him I said that.”
The soft spoken voices rang through her mind. Where was she? What was going on? Her head hurt and she wanted something to drink but mostly she wanted the pain to stop. She remembered being on the Pegasus and then something hit them and she fell rolling down a cliff…maybe it was something else and then shouting. Cognac coloured brown eyes open wincing at the bright lights surrounding her and then she closed them again.
Her eyes opened again and she wasn’t sure how much time has passed but it seemed darker now and she noticed the quietness of the room except for one person who seemed to be talking maybe praying she couldn’t be sure. A hand bigger than hers gripped it tightly stroking her knuckles and she squeezed back turning her head to look at Pollux who seemed not to have realised she had woken up. Licking her lips she said weakly “Yo-You better not or I won’t forgive you.” She turned her head looking into his violet coloured eyes and smiled at him though it hurt her head “It will…take more than a fall to kill me.”
