#isaacbrooks

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of thanatos ≻ location ; tents ╱ @isaacbrooks

               winter was comfortably in his bed, phone in his hand, and finger scrolling through his socials. it's been a long time since he posted anything, practically became none existent for months, but he thought it might be time to update the world what he has been up to. but before he could check his album, he heard a noise from the entrance. winter sat up and he smiled when he spotted isaac. " hey, you done for the day? "

[sweatforged]

@isaacbrooks; prompt: training

some  of  the  godlings  in  camp  managed  to  avoid  each  &  every  opportunity  to  go  out  on  missions  with  him.  or  rather  xanthe  &  chiron  did,  for  which  silas  ...  didn't  thank  them.  one  of  these  people  was  isaac;  they  got  along  well,  they  trained  together  almost  every  day,  they  talked  &  they  plotted.  yet  he'd  been  denied  going  out  with  him  since  the  day  they  lost  sethan.  that  didn't  stop  him,  though  -  how  could  it?  silas  thrived  on  combat,  on  getting  knuckle  &  ankle  &  knee-deep  into  blood,  gore,  intestines  &  he  wasn't  going  to  let  anybody  stop  him.

isaac  ..saw  the  world  like  he  did,  kind  of.  no,  yeah  -  they  did.  he  did  what  had  to  be  done,  silas  did  too  &  it  helped  that  they  had  chemistry  beyond  the  battle  field  too.  but  today  he'd  called  him  for  exactly  that.  training.  silas  enjoyed  not  training  alone  sometimes  &  when  jesse  was  busy  or  when  he  really  wanted  to  work  on  his  close  combat  skills,  he  was  usuall  alone.  not  anymore.  he  liked  that.  he  really  did.  he  was  wearing  his  armor  when  he  waited  for  isaac  at  the  training  grounds.  wings  already  out  &  stretching  experimentally.  hammer  holstered  on  his  back,  though  he  didn't  think  he'd  need  it.

"over  here!"  getting  his  attention,  silas  let  his  wings  flap  -  no,  he  wasn't  bragging,  but  he  did  remember  the  last  time  he  had  them  out.  that'd  been....  enjoyable  to  say  the  least.  "ready  to  get  your  hands  dirty  an'  ass  kicked?"  he  was  kidding,  of  course.  maybe.

[sonsofjustice]

a frown graces wolfram's lips as he draws to his knees, silent and solemn. he's at the edge of the perimeter leading into camp, a regular patrol turned something a bit more depressing, it seemed. nestled between his palms was a small mountain bluebird, labored breath and a small, trembling body.

behind him, he hears someone, but he's astute enough to recognize the person wasn't trying to sneak up on him.

"there's nothing i can do." he murmurs softly, a gentle hand caressing frayed feathers, soothing. he brings the bird to his chest. "i just want its last moments to be warm and peaceful."

@isaacbrooks

[sweatforged]

@isaacbrooks (post path!)

it'd  been  a  really  ...really  long  day.  silas  stopped  counting  just  how  many  times  his  face  kissed  the  ground  today  during  flying  with  the  son  of  nyx  lessons.  it  was  safe  to  say  silas  was  not  good  at  it,  nor  did  he  think  he  ever  would  be.  once  upon  a  time  he  wished  for  wings  when  praying  to  his  father.  he  never  thought  it'd  become  reality  -  didn't  think  he  had  even  an  ounce  of  influence  on  the  god  he  never  met.  clearly  that'd  been  wrong. 

  did  ..he  listen  after  all?  had  he  chosen  him  not  because  there  was  nobody  else,  but  because  he  saw  more  in  silas  than  he  did  himself?  a  comforting  thought  especially  after  a  day  like  today.  you'll  get  there.  he  wanted  to  believe  jay,  he  did,  but  it  felt  like  he  couldn't  ...  wouldn't,  but  then  again  -  thinking  back  to  that  dream  he  had,  silas  realized  that  in  moments  like  this  he  forgot  his  own  lesson.

  never  surrender. 

  you're  indomitable. 

  no  matter  how  many  times  you  fall,  you  get  back  up.  this  was  the  same  thing,  right?  no  matter  how  many  times  his  newly-found  wings  failed  him,  he'd  just  keep  trying  until  they  didn't.  again,  again,  again.  not  tonight,  though.  he  needed  to  clean  up  &  relax.  apparently,  suddenly  sprouting  wings  disturbed  his  body  balance.  he'd  not  had  issues  with  neck  pain  before.  now  he  did,  which..  he  assumed  was  valid.

  bathhouse  it  was.  dragging  a  pair  of  pitch-black  wings  furled  in  as  far  as  he  managed  (for  now)  inside,  he  tugged  off  his  clothes,  wrapped  a  towel  around  his  waist  &  slunk  off  to  find  one  of  the  bigger  tubs  to  soak  in.  all  of  him.  he  knew  he  wasn't  the  only  winged  godling  in  camp  &  yet  he  felt  strangely  on  display  carrying  them  around  on  his  back,  averting  gazes  &  his  head  hung  low  until  he  found  a  tub  that  was  ...for  the  most  part  ..abandoned.  nearing  it,  he  found  another  demigod  with  his  back  towards  silas  getting  ready  to  slip  inside.

  fuckin'  hell. 

  pitter  patter  of  naked  feet  on  the  stone  ground,  silas  made  his  way  around  to  meet  the  man  face  to  face,  surprised  -  not  necessarily  in  a  bad  way,  to  find  a  familiar  face  within  eyesight.  "...you  uh...  mind  company?"  quick  nod  towards  the  tub,  raise  of  his  shoulders with one hand still massaging a sore spot,  tiniest  bit  of  shuffling  feet  ensued.

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of thanatos ≻ location ; outside the thanatos cabin ╱ @isaacbrooks

               after the events of the love game, winter had been meaning to visit isaac. he didn't realize how much trouble he might have caused with the fae prince. but when it came to his memories, he wouldn't just willingly give up. so he stood up to the prince. what he didn't think would happen was for isaac to stand beside him, having his back. not even the ones he knew longest did, and to him, that spoke volumes. so he wanted to see him, knocking on the door to his cabin and waiting for him. wanting to go for a walk or something. and apologize for their interaction at the hot springs.

[fatedstarfall]

@isaacbrooks location: Amphitheater

Leonardo laid on the stage floor of the amphitheater, listening to a song from a boy group that never existed in his original timeline. And right as the song was just about to end, he played it back once again, this time listening to another voice in this collection. He didn’t even have to look down as he tapped his finger on the phone with how much of a routine this quickly became. 

The night was supposed to be perfect. With a majority of the demigods being sent on quests, being left behind gave Leonardo the peace and quiet that he wanted. And with it, he decided to go back down to memory lane and practice some old choreography at the amphitheater. It was unlike him as he’s sworn to leave it where it was when certain goals didn’t work out during that chapter of his life. However, after his performance at the ball, the starry son was riding a high that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. 

He knew he should have left those things from the past behind him, especially now that they were in a new timeline. Because now, more things were beginning to break out of their confinements. And he was the one who had to deal with the demons of this timeline’s Leo. 

This whole time, it was like Leonardo was in a trance. He didn’t know how long he had been listening to this song and he only snapped out of it until someone was brave enough to make their way towards Leon's general direction. Like a possessed body, his head snapped to face the intruder before barking, “What d’ya want?” Leo’s words were brutal and to the point. Something that is very unlike him. But no one had to tell the man, because he immediately winced as if the words hurt him just by saying them. “Sorry,” he said simply before he covered his embarrassment with both hands. For a brief moment, he kept them there before he finally rubbed his face and brushed his hair away from it. Leo’s expression was warmer this time but still, it was masking something. “Wassup?” He asked, now curious as to why he was roaming close to the theater anyways. 

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of thanatos ≻ location ; walkway towards the lake ╱ @isaacbrooks

               winter was ready for a little swim. after he finished his training, he thought he deserved a little dip in the water. he turned to look up at isaac and he smiled. " last one to the lake is a rotten gorgon, " he said as he started to run towards the lake now. he looked back to see if the other was following, but he didn't stop. once he saw the shore, he ripped his clothes off of his body and he dived into the water.

[sweatforged]

@isaacbrooks (olympic starter) location: avrae said deja vu at the baths ehehe

this  was  ...  so  much  more  than  he  had  expected.  the  baths  back  at  camp  were  already  something,  but  these  here  at  the  olympic  village  were  ...  astounding.  nothing  more  enjoyable  than  to  soak  after  training.  silas  was  alone  for  now,  which...  bothered  him  a  little,  but  he  knew  that  was  just  his  insecurities  talking,  so  he  did  his  very  best  to  ignore  that  little  voice  in  the  back  of  his  head  whispering  worst  case  scenarios  at  him.  he  was  in  one  of  the  pools,  stretched  out  &  mostly  ...  left  alone  by  the  others,  which  partially  was  what  he  wanted,  but  also  ..not.

leaning  back  with  his  arms  behind  his  head,  he  couldn't  help  notice  a  pretty  familiar  face  in  the  crowd,  probably  looking  for  the  same  silas  did,  relaxation  after  training.  arms  lowered,  he  waited  for  eye  contact,  then  smiled  a  little.  it  would  be  his  choice  if  he  wanted  to  join  him  or  mingle  with  others.  they  were  here  to  befriend  &  interact,  he  knew  that,  but  that  didn't  make  it  any  easier  for  him  to  do  it.  most  others  had  no  such  issues,  but  silas  struggled.  not  that  he  shared  his  worries  with  …others.  there  was  no  need  to.  they  didn't  understand  just  how  severely  he  struggled  &  silas  didn't  really  know  how  to  explain  anyway.