Mystery was enticing to anyone but with Wren the journey of discovery for him was what he relished; which with Genaro that was the case too. The son of Hecate was a lot of things on the surface. Clearly handsome, a silver tongue which Wren accounted to the silver spoon he was born with, and the deepest of eyes that would swallow him if he met them for long. Genaro was another run of the mill boy who enchanted him, yet he wasn’t like any mortal and that part of him lent to his mystery; his possibilities. Like a hook curled in his cheek, Wren shyly dips his chin down to conceal a smirk at how good he felt right now—”Not hard time but maybe an apathetic one?” it was the first word that pressed against his tongue. “Everyone has been here for so long, that I’m not sure how to find my space there yet—” speaking of space, he perked up having a thought pop in his head. “Remind me to take you to the planetarium sometime. That’s pretty much the coolest place in Mageia.” if not the whole camp.
“Don’t feel bad, anything that’s survived for decades has a chance of becoming redundant of itself. Stereotypes don’t just fall out of the sky.” they are made, hearing his mother’s voice speaking to him; Amelia had opinions of frat boys Wren had dated in the past…”Thank you.” accepting Genaro’s offer, taking his bite and tilting back not to let any of it fall. Licking his lips from the sweetest his just took, Wren followed up with a rolled piece of prosciutto to offer the demigod. His eyes flit to Genaro’s mouth before speaking, “I do have a few songs on spotify but it’s nothing crazy.” he was being modest, music reflected as much pride in Wren as it did vulnerability, “—I’m a bit sad I had to walk way from it, the music…university…I had planned to become a child therapist, sing at a coffee shop, and marry young but.” looking around, where he was, he playfully shrugged, “I guess I’m on a new path now.” and it was one he was beginning to accept.
So far Wren was proving to be many things and for someone that enjoyed figuring people out, connecting the dots, Genaro was tapping into more of that every day. The first day they met he saw the wide eyed Wren, the one that enjoyed the idea of simply being able to perform magic and was excited by it, drawn to it. Then on the night of the yule ball he saw another version of him, one that was fun on the dance floor and wanted to let loose. Now, he was getting more into who Wren was in the past, like people in his college, but also how that connected to who he was at Mount Olympus. “If there’s not space already set aside for you, then you make one yourself.” Genaro moved his left hand to rest on the man’s knee, taking a break from the food that was spread out for them. “Don’t let others push you into a corner when the whole sky is yours. you’re going to be a constellation one day, soaring high and free.” A soft smile spread onto his lips. “That sounds amazing. If you think it’s the coolest place, then I’m sure that there are a lot of beauties within it.”
Three fingers tapped on the table before his thumb pointed up towards the sky, briefly looking at it as Wren’s eyes seemed to be reflected into the constellations. “Even if so many things do fall from it,” Then Genaro looked back over at Wren, wanting to make sure that he didn’t break the contact for too long. “I guess stereotypes are mixed between old truths and modern day prejudices.” He leaned forward to wrap his lips around the prosciutto, pulling back to chew it. “Then I’m going to have to make sure to look you up the next time that I go out of the barrier to find connection somewhere. You’ve managed to amaze me at everything else that you do, so I can’t begin to imagine how you are at performing.” Genaro thought about the possibilities of what the demigods could do at camp. “What if you start working with the civilians in order to give the children therapy here? I’m sure they see a lot and could use someone to talk to. As for singing at the coffee shop, perhaps you could do that on your free time.” He moved his hand up from Wren’s knee to run a thumb down his cheek. “You’re still young so there’s always time to marry.”