#divinelyembraced

[thunderclasped2]

@divinelyembraced

training time was elias' favorite time of the day, really. officially, it was. because yeah, as a son of zeus in camp, he ... well, there were some ..expectations or something, but elias was very much not ...what people thought or expected. he left with all his stuff; his swords & his armor every day & he'd do a bit of training, but - if someone was to watch very closely, they'd realize he was taking extravagantly long breaks between sessions. one could say the training sessions were the breaks... from reading. what could he say? he just ... enjoyed it more than training. he wasn't bad at fighting per se, he just... didn't feel like it was what he should be doing. or maybe he felt he wasn't made for it, because when he set out to punch that dummy off its feet with a mighty fist... he found himself stumbling & missed it.

soft sigh.

"time for a break." he hummed quietly to himself as he already made his way back over to where he dropped all his shit by a bench, flopped down with a content little noise & pulled his book from his bag again. flipping a few pages to return to where he'd ended about half an hour ago, he was back in another world almost instantly & happily trapped in it for a good hour before a cough pulled him from it. it wasn't directed at him, was it? no way. (it wasn't.) but still, eyes roamed until he found someone else doing pretty much exactly what he did & he didn't sit far. how did he miss him joining him here? he glanced over some more & couldn't help grin at him. "don't like training either?"

[handshealed]

@divinelyembraced liked for a starter :3 ty bby

camp halfblood was a peaceful place to be at, most of the time. sure, right now they were seemingly caught in eternal winter, but vincent liked the snow. reminded him of his youth, which … should bring him the opposite on the emotions front, but alas it brought him a sense of comfort & familiarity. sometimes he just needed that little push to not feel as lonely as he did. vincent lived for people, but he didn't really connect to the people he cared for. or they didn't connect with him. he couldn't tell.

a habit vincent has was seemingly stuck in was to hang around the arena, watching other demigods spar & providing quick relief if they needed it. sparring could get ugly sometimes & the infirmary wasn't that close. so, vincent was sat, cross-legged on a bench, watching the fights & training go, but finding himself … especially distracted with… one very talented demigod. the list of victories was growing with every passing hour & vincent … wondered if he wasn't secretly a god. although - he knew some of the other demigods were strong. this one seemed a fighter. a good one, too.

his latest victim was … a mess after a hard punch, so vincent had rushed over to provide relief, his light engulfing the fallen fighter. when their eyes snapped open, vincent patted his hair & stood, swiftly switching his focus to … the winner. he was bleeding, too. it wasn't bad, but … vincent still extended a bright palm to lay against the man's cheek, offering help - if it was accepted. "won't hurt, i promise." soft smile sent his way, "hi, i'm vincent."

[arrowfrozen]

@divinelyembraced

after tasting the outside life, even if only for a short while compared to the time they'd spent in camp jupiter, being back in some camp.. was bittersweet. sure, he had fond memories of camp jupiter & they didn't have to leave, per se. life had been fine. they'd spent many years honing their skills, had found to each other, so it wasn't like nathan had needed to get away, but they'd sat down & spoken about it. giving mortal life another chance now that they could defend themselves, so to say. they tried. at least they wouldn't grow old wondering if they shouldn't have tried again.

getting settled in this new camp would take some time, he … felt. it was so different. so much more lax from the looks of it. boreas' cabin wasn't necessarily his favorite place to be, but he assumed he'd be moving into patrick's anyway. he didn't marry to spend his nights alone in bed & he couldn't be making patrick sleep in a house made of ice. he wouldn't try. finding him was easy, nathan knew him better than anybody else in this world. beach would be his first stop. surely. nathan found him there, as expected, alone & just watching the water. ghost was trotting alongside him as they approached him, "hey, thought you'd be here. did you check out your cabin yet?" he was rambling a little, just enjoying the sight of the sea, but glanced to his side, blue hues hoped to meet blue in return. patrick felt like .. well, a little off. "you good?"

[waterforlorn]

@divinelyembraced (let's not forget how cute lil lev was here)

the fuckin' army.

lev came here to find purpose in his life after camp halfblood failed spectacularly. it .. wasn't camp's fault, it was his own. or maybe poseidon's for claiming him a child of his when ..clearly.. he wasn't. lev had no magical talent within him, not an ounce. why stay in a camp of magical mysteries when … he was not part of it? he was not a mystery, he was not part of their little family & that was okay. it wasn't, but there was no use crying over spilt milk.

it wasn't like lev expected, not at all, but then again he might've come to the texan state guards for … dubious reasons. where else to go when you had nothing? lev had no talents, no skills, no knowledge - or motivation to change that last part specifically. all he was good at: violence. maybe he was ramon's child after all. seemed like it anyway.

sergeant frank johnson. he was their leader, the one they did what they did for, but truth be told, they didn't see him nearly as often as one might think. corporal campbell was the one they answered to & definitely the one who was lev's main target for pretty much everything. but mostly his anger. drills helped, too, though, but it wasn't enough. it never was.

being the only newbie in the group, lev came into it face-first to a wall of ridicule & pity. shorter than them, lankier than them, younger than them. life for lev .. not easy, as per usual. so here he was, doing what he did best. fighting. the guy was taller & broader than him, but that didn't stop him from breaking his nose for calling him a useless twink. sarge was busy, so lev was escorted to the next best thing. corporal campbell.

lev.. knew no guilt, so the soldier that had brought him here would find none on his face, neither would corporal when he opened the door.

[waterforlorn]

location: hephaestus cabin who? @tiredanvilandmace

training had gone well today. lev won a spar he thought almost even, so when he returned home to the poseidon cabin to throw some lunch for nico & him together, one could say he was content. he wasn't happy per se, but … yeah, content. the frown on his face, the brows that usually curled in on themselves were in an almost relaxed position, the sandwiches lev had made some of the best he ever did - if you asked him. sandwiches stuffed into his bag, he sent nico a quick text to let him know to get some coffee cooking, because lev had about an hour and a half for lunch with nico. depending on how …thorough nico wanted lunch to be… lev had planned some extra time.

after san fransisco, he was determined to distance himself from his schedule, but he .. couldn't. not like this, not yet. his mental stability a thin thread that might tear at any second, he relied too much on the routine to keep the urges in check. but.. he was more gentle when it came to sticking to it & called off a few sessions to make room for nico. or others. he was headed for the workshop, didn't bother checking his phone for a response, because why on earth would nico not be reading messages? surely, work could wait a few minutes while he brewed some coffee.

inside, he found… no nico in the kitchen. maybe the coffee was fast? maybe he'd expected lev & so he had brought the coffee downstairs to work while he waited for lev. yeah, that'd be it. heading towards nico's workplace, lev … held. voices? he heard laughter. what? he didn't recognize those voices. when he came in… to find the other poseidon child all but sprawled across one of the work tables & someone else entirely lounged comfortably in kit's bean bag, he …. stood in the doorway & glared stared. what the fuck was going on and why was mister piece of shit show off water-bender here …. grinning at his ..fiancé?

…..they knew each other?

[waterforlorn]

location: beach who? future ocean bro babe @divinelyembraced

christmas was approaching in a rapid pace, which meant … lev had been back in camp for almost …a year? did he make progress? was he… doing better? could he say that for himself? could he claim he'd improved since coming here? other than getting involved with the forge's son… that was. not that that wasn't an impressive step in a direction lev never thought he'd go, but it wasn't quite what he wondered about. when he came back to camp, he had … basic control of his element & now he was doing better - for sure, but .. had he made the maximum progress? or did he need to optimize his training… in a way? could he? what else could he possibly be doing anymore?

practice. practice. practice.

lev had chosen the best & the worst moment to be falling into a deep mental epiphany, because he had been at the beach in front of the poseidon cabin, practicing & he hadn't even been doing too badly. in fact, he'd been doing okay, but with his focus out the window & doubts creeping up on him, lev lost control of the wave he'd been bending left, right & upwards. eyes shot to the side to look for potential casualties & he found one one near proximity - close enough to the shore to be hit with the full brunt of it. fuck, fuck, fuck.

"move!" taking off in the guy's direction to pick up the shambles of yet another failed attempt at belonging, he couldn't …believe the guy was just staring at it like he wasn't about to get crushed.