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He’s still thinking about that mission in New York. The explosion, Malachi’s broken whisper, and the PTSD that resurfaced in the man. The kinder people are, the more broken they can be. A tried and true assessment that didn’t stray when it came to Malachi La Roux. Viorel walked along the path by the lake in the late evening, bathed in the twilight ‘light’ while stars started to surface. He didn’t know what he was doing by the shore, however. “Are you going to take a swim, or stare at the water all night?” He asked Malachi while he neared. 

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[cfserpents]

Viorel was keen on avoiding any and all demigods as necessary. It wasn’t for fear of them, but for anger. Frustration. He was at a loss chasing circles of his own making. Heart worn, heart torn, it was in an echo of what the sentinels’ spirits were by the time Beau was done. He folded his arms, at last stopping near the training grounds. Was it his final destination? No; but he couldn’t ignore Malachi’s presence any longer. 

The demigod turned around, bristling with tense shoulders and fiery blues. Sorin pressed his side against his calf while little Estera stared up to Malachi, owlish eyes wide and curious. Vio was glad it was in the evening, when people were more keen on the comforts of walls than nature. “Why do you say I’m your friend? Why do you care?” Loaded questions, perhaps, but after their quest and the camp’s inner changes, he was a few steps shy of newly arrived!Viorel Lucaci. Back to--almost--square one.

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[cfserpents]

Kite said the son of Zeus had hubris. Given what was said about Zeus in the first place, it made sense. He found an underlying theme in some of the demigods as far as parentage went; personalities, hobbies, or there occupations in and of themselves. Viorel’s own was thankfully harder to pinpoint. He didn’t like to be easy for others to figure out. 

When he heard said Zeus spawn was a ‘returner’, his curiosity was working into overdrive. Apparently it was easy to spot said ‘spawn’ when he eyed the lavish meal on his plate. Viorel was, frankly, disgusted by the sight. Not so much his taste conflicting with Malachi’s, but the fact it all looked so expensive beyond necessity. 

“You’re going to eat all of that, aren’t you?” He asked, wrinkling his nose. Sorin was by his side and kept his eyes on the other demi, while Viorel held his own platter of food.

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[cfserpents]

The last time he and Malachi eat together involved avocado toast, of all things. It felt like months ago their odd breakfast occurred. While he was the same man from that day, there was a small, yet noticeable difference: there was yet another member to Viorel’s animal kingdom. Little Galen flitted about the camp grounds while Viorel and Sorin followed suit. He all but danced in the air, until the bird’s eyes honed in on the lightning son. Galen zoomed by for a hanging pot of flowers shy of Malachi’s head. “Do you eat avocado toast everyday?” He asked, almost deadpan yet a small ‘you have to tell me no’ glint appeared in his eyes.

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