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Percy basically cooed at him, because he found it adorable. Now, Jamie did have some muscles of course, but it’s just– it’s cute. Unbearably so. Perhaps the other was counting on that, when Percy stood up, and hugged him from behind.
“You, are ridiculously cute when you do that.”
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Percy still held him close, regardless of how ridiculous it might seem. The sea child didn’t think so-- but then again he was a person who could get occasionally jealous. And it wasn’t as if he was blind-- Jack was rather cute, attractive even. So, couldn’t really get all that bristled over it in the end. There’s a huff, and pulled back to kiss his cheek briefly.
“You can finish off for me if you want--”
...
“And for the record I am not jealous.”
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Percy would rather stay with Jamie, travelling between spending time with his boyfriend, and staying with his own mother. The punk would prefer spending lazy days on the couch, cuddling, or watching the other pain. There were so many things he would rather do. But he’s a demigod, he ad other responsibilities, ones that are tossed to him, and others through the prophecies the oracle gave out.
And today had been such an occasion. The sea child had pulled Jamie aside, explained to him he had to go to a quest, and that he might be gone for a month. Or two. He felt with a kiss, and a goodbye.
One month had turned into three, when he finally dragged himself back to Jamie. Dirty, bruised, with cuts-- but in one piece. And hoping that his boyfriend wasn’t too upset with him. Finally, he knocked on the door.
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Percy found himself laughing a little, and shook his head. He probably should have explained it better to Jamie, besides just telling him the place was called ‘New Rome’. “Dude, it’s pretty you know, modern, normal apartments, and stuff. Honestly, I’d probably have to ask Reyna, the offer had been for myself, and Annabeth,” there’s a pause. He coughed a bit. “But, it’s just a suggestion, I wouldn’t mind picking a regular place too.” At first he had mentioned it as a tease, although now he wondered if this was seriously being considered.
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Out of instinct, the Guardian tosses the clay figurine in his hand up and catches it with ease. He refrains from doing so a second time after noticing the tenuous frame of its antlers, cringing slightly at the thought of possibly breaking the handmade toy.
❝ Maaaybe I will, the yetis can’t always be the ones making toys when the elves do nothing but hurt themselves. ❞ Cue subtly nervous chuckles as he places the clay piece back where it belongs, then the spirit facing the brunet while he grins sheepishly. Didn’t need to break something while he’s on a visit.
The mention of Jack, though, wipes the smile off the pale boy’s face, expression slowly replaced by surprise and eyes showing visible interest. ❝ I... didn't. Really? ❞
[He] had experience with spirits, and he knew immediately that this was an entirely different breed. Suddenly this entire trip felt like an enormous mistake
Jamie on Brunnie {Source}
A Rocky Start
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Teenagers talked and they talked a lot. All that talk tended to make its way around the college campus pretty quick and, today, the talk was that a bunch of jocks had gotten their ass kicked by a girl who was kinda see through. And this time there was proof to back it up: those jocks, three or four huge, burly lacrosse players, had bruises and goose eggs, and were shaken to their very core.
And Jamie was fascinated. He’d wasted no time asking for more information from the victims of the ghost attack. At first, the jocks had threatened him, but it’d taken a small thump to a bruised shin to get them talking. He managed to get a description and a general direction she’d headed in.
Jamie’d left as quick as he could, making sure to tuck his sketchbook and pencils into his messenger bag before he took off. If he actually found a ghost, he wanted to be able to draw it. By his figure he was already nearly 20 or 30 minutes behind the spirit, and even with that knowledge, he wasn’t sure he’d actually find her. Could she travel by means quicker than walking? Could she fly or teleport?
He was just about to give up hope, walking down a slower street in the older part of town, when he came to stop outside of an old, abandoned music shop. Initially it hadn’t even caught his eye, it was run down the same as every other building in this part of town. What did catch his attention was the movement inside. His brown eyes studied the woman through the glass closely.
She matched the description, but with one key difference: she definitely was not see through. Still, he had to be sure. It was just his nature to need to know. Yes, he was Jamie Bennett, the believer, the kid who had to learn by doing.
A ghost kicked the asses of 4 boys three times his size all by herself? Better go try to talk to her, draw her, and learn allll about her.
That sarcastic inner voice of his was just letting him have it as he opened the door, which should’ve been locked, and took a tentative step inside.
He was sure the sound of the old door opening would give away his presence, but just to be safe, he announced himself.
"Uh…Hello? I’m looking for-" A ghost? A potentially dangerous poltergeist who kicks the asses of bullies? A woman matching this description? "Someone…" He finished in a deadpan.
Brunnie was rummaging through dusty boxes in the back corner when her ear twitched at the door hinges groaning open; at the announcement, Brunnie pressed a thumb to the bridge of her nose and smothered a growl.
She did a favor for the bullied kid, and then this considerate guest shows up when all she wanted a long nap.
Typical.
Once she'd headed off and shoved back the building headache (which, she was sure, would return with a vengeance because not even the dust got a chance to settle around her before another storm came ripping through the day), Brunnie dropped a Pink Floyd vinyl back into the box before turning on her heel, assessing the newcomer from the shadowy corner.
His aura was the first that caught her attention; its fluttering activity and the way it rippled at her skin were characteristic of a medium, or at least one still budding. Either way, there was no comfort for her. Aside from that, he was tall, a bit lanky, and young, but not a kid anymore. There was a satchel hanging at his side and colored stains on his fingertips. He sported a unkempt head of dark hair over a pair of honeyed-brown eyes - eyes which almost reminded her of two young boys with gold-tinted irises.
They commanded attention, but she had to force herself to stare, and she kept staring while she stretched on a stern glare, and stepped out of the corner and into the light.
"Miss the 'Restricted' sign out front, Breaking-and-Entry?"
There was no bit of sharp impatience censored out of her tone, and for good reason; Brunnie at least wanted to get the two-inch layer of dust cleared away from everything before any visitors decided to help themselves in.
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