#mcgicalies

[healedserpent]

He figured the sands and Egyptian air were enough for Jinsoul, but to see him back and not in a forge was something short of a surprise. Julian walked over as the midday sun bathed on their forms, toting with him two drinks. Beers. Not exactly an Egyptian concept, but with the warm weather, tea wouldn’t cut it. 

The Asclepius born offered an opened bottle with a cock of his head, “Might as well make the best of this weather, hm, Jinsoul? What do you think of the architecture outside the city? I find it to be breathtaking,” he commented.

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[dcmesticity]

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---- EVER since keaton got here he felt like a floundering fish out of water. he tried to get more acclimated by fighting in the sparring matches ( 1 / 2 on that one ) and participating in groups. if there was one thing he did know for sure, it was that he could keep his mind focused by keeping his body up to par. all of his years of training wouldn’t go to waste because he was lost in a demigod camp in the mountains with a bunch of strangers. 

                         “ HEY YOU ?!” keaton yelled to the nearby man. he was clad in his tight athletic wear, long sleeves at the top and full muscle pants under shorts. with nothing but a beanie on his head to protect against the cold. “i’m doing crunches. wanna hold me down ? it’ll only be a minute.” 

[warscn]

      xander  was  enjoying  the  weather.   who  wouldn’t  after  being  in  the  cold  for  a  couple  months.    the  son  of  war  was  more  of  a  summer  person.   he  glanced  over  to  see  the  son  of  hephaestus  and  he  sighed.    he  approached  the  other  and  he  nodded  at  him.   “  hey,  enjoying  the  weather  too ??  ”   //  @mcgicalies​

[healedserpent]

The party’s off to a good start. Reminiscent to college shenanigans, he’s not all that surprised it’s composed the way it was. Red curtains sweeping bed frames and obscuring what potential fun awaited the sheets, garlands and decorations hung up the main room and a metal pole acting as the party’s center piece. He’s impressed Jasper did all of this on his own dime. The boys were dressed up in accordance with the party, a mixture of lace and leather like haphazard uniforms coated the room. 

Julian wasn’t sure where Jin was, however. He caught wind the man was going to enjoy the festivities and wished to at least talk with him. He remembered their time in Alexandria at his hotel, the steamy session in the Mediterranean resort that had him yearning for more. Sure enough, a cute figure sporting pink leather wings and a sheer long-sleeve greeted his eyes. He stepped over with a drink in hand, resting his other on his shoulder. Julian himself changed clothes, wearing a laced shirt with floral patterning and black leather pants that hugged and conformed to his legs. Floral-patterned boots adorned his feet, while he completed the ensemble with a deep indigo jacket.

“Having a good time so far? I like your wings, Jin. They look good with your makeup,” he smiled, nodding to the son of Hephaestus. 

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[healedserpent]

Training had ended on a good note. While Julian wasn’t quite the attacker, he did have to defend himself against both Daith and Jin’s prowess, whereas he improved on his defenses and healing proficiency. Hours went by, lending the trio to be sweat covered and sore at the end. Julian invited the two back to his cabin, where he intended on checking for wounds and helping them mellow down for the evening, but suggestive comments sprinkled in the fight had other ideas. 

Call him adventurous, call him nervous, but threesomes weren’t exactly his regular action. He rarely had time to get in a bit of one night stands as a doctor, but his new gig as a demigod opened his schedule, to say the least. Julian invited the two over to his cabin, warm from a stove in the northwest corner as the cold outside acted as a sight rather than a sensation. 

The man adjusted the only clothing on him, his sweats. He smiled down to Jin and then to Daith, reaching out to caress their cheeks. He closed in and gave each a kiss on their lips, then began to guide them to the bed, one fit for more than two people, thankfully. Julian sat down and brought the others down with him, starting off with stroking his hand down Jin’s jaw, kissing at his lip and even holding the bottom lip hostage between his ivories. 

“Thank you for the training today,” he spoke past the lip, letting go as a sigh trailed his words, “this should end the evening on a good note.”

@mcgicalies​ @daith-lover-amoreux​ starter, going in the order of Julian, Noah/Jinsoul, then Daith

[healedserpent]

He was glad to see Jin at Jasper’s party the other day and certainly impressed in the boy’s craftsmanship. Being at camp for so long had him forget about life beyond battle, quests, and training. Referencing Jin’s past as a costume designer brought back his own memories of home and residency. While Jin fabricated magical and mystical garbs, he healed and aided surgeons or doctors in need. 

Julian approached the door before dinner, bringing with him a basket of herbs and a container of food. Well, what he tried to pass off as food. He attempted to use the dining hall’s stove to make a spanish quesillo, but it looks a little runny and not as firm as it should be. It tasted fine, thankfully. He knocked on the door with his free hand, waiting for the boy to open it. He smiled and gestured to the basket, “Doing okay over there? I tried to cook something up, as thanks for the fun last friday, but...it’s not as good as it can be,” he laughed. 

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[hqgodspeed]

the scent of lavender swirls in the air, your vision goes to black as your eyes fall shut.

the last words of your prayer hang in the air, dancing on a tightrope as they sway in the breeze.

and then, you're falling.

your vision plummets behind closed eyes and it's a rush of colors that sprint passed you. a blur of motion as you fall, and fall, and fall, like your father once did from olympus. it's a tightness in your chest, a feeling like you can't wake up from this—as if it's a waking dream—and you go to scream.

no sound comes out.

and you hit the bottom.

the blackness turns to color, though faint, dim light that flickers as if cast by torch light. there's a rumbling sound in the air now, your ears can barely pick it up over the erratic beating of your heart. it's gruff, the sound of gravel beneath a shoe. you shake your head and search for the source and you see it.

a monsterous figure, disfigured, broken, chained down as if to restrain itself from unleashing chaos.

"also, thank you for loving me."

the words echo in the air and the beast makes an agonizing howl, discordant and off pitch. it struggles against the chains, as if trying to break free, trying to get to the source of those words. as you focus, you can see purple wisps of smoke cascading down its body, the chains reflect the color, every now and then they flicker with a reverberating pulse of purple energy and tighten. the figure's arms get pulled back, down, and it throws its head back and lets out a mighty roar—almost a threat, a promise of destruction.

it locks eyes with you now, the sound of anger and betrayal and hurt getting louder and louder. it thrashes against the chains once more and almost breaks free—

your eyes flash open as a splitting headache rattles your mind. the candles have gone out, the scent of lavender is acrid and burns your nose as you fall back, collapsing against the ground you sat on. your heartbeat is still erratic, every nerve ending alive and numb. you remain conscious, though barely, and the image of that large monstrosity trying to break free to get to you, to attack or otherwise, comes alive each time you close your eyes.

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[nightlyarrows]

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"are you more of a research or act first kind of guy?” noah had gotten to know who tristan was when he found him hunting. he at least got to know a part of him, even if it wasn’t the full story yet. “i’m just trying to see where everyone’s head is at.” the trial that was coming up wasn’t his, but he still wanted a chance to see where everyone was coming from. he knew that they all operated differently. some people punched first and never asked questions, other people just asked questions, then finally there were the some that mixed everything together. “i know that you haven’t been out there yet, but don’t let that waver you from anything. we’re all here for a reason.” that was why tristan had to come to terms with the fact that he couldn’t do things alone. like they needed him, he needed them too.