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[thriceblessed]

@swordofvengeance​ 

the tips of his fingers felt like they were charged. for a brief second he thought back to a spell jar in his room that had exploded once. of course, that wasn’t good, but finally he could know what it felt like. 

as he was going to go out to explore the new land, the power running through the soil, he almost bumped headfirst into the tall male. genaro jumped back on his heels and his expression quickly changed to that like a criminal caught by the police. 

“i’m so sorry, i should have been looking where i was going!“ then almost like a switch, his demeanor changed. he was much more poised as he extended his hand out. “genaro oberon wardwell, a pleasure to meet you.“ 

[knightmaring]

denver;;

@swordofvengeance

The wrought iron doors to his room were left wide open, a trail of armor, filthy clothing, and weaponry littered the floor from the entrance leading to the man in question. He sat, cross-legged, in front of the bonsai tree, eyes transfixed on a green leaf sprout from the top of it. He remained uninjured, save for a handful of light bruises. The sound of footsteps doesn’t stir a reaction, remaining as still as statue (well, like the ones outside of Olympus, at least). “Hey,” Hudson grunts out, voice barely audible. “Long day.”

[asher-jones]

The hot springs was exactly what Asher needed to recover from the whirlwind of chaos and booze of Vegas Night. Granted it was two days later, but still his body burned and ached. As he sat soaking in the steaming water of the spring, a sense of relief seeped into his bones, his muscles. Clad in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, and sun glasses, it was easy to drift off into various degrees of sleep. So he barely noticed when a familiar, six foot whatever the fuck demi walked by. “If it isn’t tall, dark, and broody,” he called out, a drowsy smile tugging lazily at the corners of his lips. “Come keep me company. Keep me from falling asleep.”

@swordofvengeance​

[scaledmedic]

𝐆𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐢

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲

@swordofvengeance

[knightmaring]

@swordofvengeance

Hudson picks at the thread that secured the broken flesh of his bicep, a foot tapping anxiously against the wood floors as he watched Gideon out from the corner of his eyes. The training session with Yves passed by quickly and smoothly, and not once did he use any of his abilities, the son of Aphrodite taking him out with relative ease. It was a good session. A happy one. A safe one free from his inner turmoil. His session with Gideon, however, turned out quite the opposite and it left him with an overwhelming sense of guilt. "Hey, Gideon?" Hudson clears his throat, crossing and tucking his legs under himself. "What did it feel like? My... Y'know---" He didn't want to call them abilities. That implied they were something positive, something worth having. “---The things I can do.”

[asher-jones]

@swordofvengeance​

Perched on the top step leading up to the Mageia house front door, Asher had been flipping through the pages of a tomb he’d found in the library. He’d stepped outside to get some fresh air. There was only so much time he could spend in the library without feeling like the walls were closing in. The spars with Nimiki seemed to really alter the dynamic of the camp. While some demigods were temporary demoralized, others seemed to have had a fire lit under their ass. Asher, having been in one of the more successful groups, fell in the latter category. He’d been flipping through tombs, trying to find information that might strengthen his abilities, when he caught sight a familiar beau passing by. “Hey, Knight!” he called out. “What gives?” He hadn’t talked to Gideon since their evening at the hotspring, and after hearing the son of Nemesis turned down Dane’s offer to team up, he was a little butt hurt. Not that he’d show it. “Didn’t take you for the type of guy to love ‘em and leave ‘em,” he teased, flashing a smirk. 

[knightmaring]

@swordofvengeance

he can’t believe that he agreed to this bet. he can’t believe that he fucking lost this bet. and he can’t believe how ecstatic hudson seems to be. they seemed to get along right off the bat, mostly, and one thing lead to another and bets were made. much like his luck at the casino, gideon lost. this time, not so much in the sense that he lost money but he’s losing something else while husdson’s ganing some bragging rights.

but he agreed to it and he’ll accept the consequences. he doesn’t even wanna know where hudson got these from. he walks into hudson’s room in the pali house and closes the door behind him, locking it. he’s in a robe, nothing fancy, that goes down to his shins. the only thing visible that hudson can see is a pair of sheer, red thigh highs with a lacey trim. they stretch over the muscles of his legs, surprisingly not having ripped—yet.

“i can’t believe this is what you wanted if i lost.” gideon says, ignoring the name that he’d called out. he looks over at him, stretched out and content in something that isn’t lingerie. “you better enjoy this.”

Though, he was trying his best to hide it, Hudson was absoutely teeming with excitement. He bit down on a knuckle the moment Gideon appeared at his door, all to suppress a grin that so desperately wanted to keep its place on the demi-god's lips. “What else could anyone want in life other than this?” Hudson asks, his eyes dropping to the slight parting that exposed the bit of leg and lace. His mouth goes dry, and his trousers suddenly feeling tighter than they were moments before.

“Oh, I'm definitely going to enjoy this,” Hudson manages to tear his eyes away from the prize, meeting Gideon's eyes with a predatory gaze. He licks his lips, and palms himself through the thick fabric of his trousers just to prove that he was, in fact, already enjoying the view. “Don't be a tease,” he says, beckoning him to come closer. “show me the goods, all wrapped up and pretty for me.”