@miindkiiller
location: path between cabins? can be by the hecate cabin!
notes: post paths ahhh hi ty for letting me do this, i also promise to ramble less now that the scen is set
It had been a fair while since they’d properly spoken—longer than he’d meant to let slip by, if he was honest. Days at camp had a way of folding in on themselves: training, errands, small moments that felt endless until they were suddenly gone. And then weeks had passed, and here they were. Cian spotted Stephanos perched on an old bench, fingertips idly tracing slow circles against the rough surface . There was something steady and quiet about the way he sat—present, yet turned slightly inward, as if keeping part of himself elsewhere.
He adjusted the strap of the canvas bag slung over his shoulder and made his way over, boots brushing through dry pine needles as he walked next to the paved path, lopsided little smile on his face.
“Hey,” he murmured, soft as a breath, words carrying a note of apology he didn’t quite name. A small, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Haven’t seen much of ye these past while.” Cian paused, thumb hooking into his belt loop, gaze dipping for a moment before meeting Stephanos’ again. “Mind if I join ye?”
At the faintest nod—or what felt like permission (he'll count a blink, too)—he settled onto a spot on the bench, the rough surface pressing through the fabric of his jeans. Close enough they could speak without raising their voices, far enough to leave space if it was wanted.
“Been meaning to catch ye,” he went on, voice gentled by the late afternoon light. “Just… y’know. Days get away from me sometimes.” His gaze drifted briefly to the tree line behind the closest cabins—the shifting green and gold, a swallow cutting through the stillness—before returning to Stephanos, eyes soft with quiet curiosity, hoping the silence might open into something shared. “You had one of those dreams too… didn’t ye?”
