cos·mic

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razeldubois·:

“Yup and I stand by that. Not going to waste my power on someone who gives me shit like I owe them something.” From the sound of it Wren got the point at least. Not catching the sarcasm or caring to hear it. Even if he joked about it he did find that some of the people who’d been called before him acted a little too entitled. To respect, to their power, it was a vibe Ra didn’t accept. And wouldn’t. A free pass only went so far. “So even after laying me when that last hit you think you’re a small hitter?” It was confusing to say the list. Then again when it came to a fight Ra acted less on strategy and put faith in his instinct. Hadn’t failed him so far. He didn’t understand how these guy fought so when the time came he would just do what felt right and hope for the best.

“Well I can see perfectly at night and that sure as fuck is new. Who knows what the rest of you can do with your eyes?” He tensed up a bit when Wren further explained just what his eyes could do. Not sure how he felt about his vibe being exposed on a level deeper than just body language. “Yeah? Well that’s enough of your peep show. You’re creeping me out.” Although he wondered could his eyes see more than he thought. Was there some power he still hadn’t discovered. He looked at Wren to see if anything triggered. Eyes turning their tinted color of a blood moon.

     Hearing out Razel for the moment did bring up plenty of points that Wren couldn’t really fight against. The logic was there as anywhere else the son of stars would have been the same way. No person deserves absolute respect or in this case their powers and gifts without an exchange of sorts—he got that, maybe understood it but ultimately disagreed. “You are entitled to your opinion...I won’t act like a few of us that have been chosen are exactly what I’d call heroes but like it or not we have to work as a team.” With all their flaws, the chosen will never succeed if none of them meet in the middle. This war….the world, it needs more than a twenty-something group of arrogant half-gods trying to wing it. “I am yes.” Wren replied calmly, having accepted his limits, “I know what my role is and paid the price for trying to be something I’m not…” even as his mark was covered he could sense it pulsing in response, “Honestly I’ve never been the fighting type so I’m thankful that I’m not completely useless…” 

   “You and I share that too...the night vision, it’s tied to who our parents are, domains and such.” he said with a bookish grin, like the scholarly mage he hopes to become someday. With a nod it was like he dismissed his senses, only to look up at the witch with mortal eyes. “I’m getting a sense you don’t particularly enjoy being seen?” cracking a smile before a thought dawned on him —”You know I don’t think I ever caught your name yet.” until thirty minutes ago he didn’t want to, “I guess we kind of skipped that part....Maybe we can have a do over?” offering his hand, “My name is Wren and as much as I wish I was a fairy, I’m actually the son of Asteria.”

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tuckery·:

“𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇…” he answers wren’s question with a surprisingly bashful grin, “…but the good thing is, once you get it all figured out or whatever, you’ll probably look totally normal again!” not that tucker had any basis for that theory at all - but there were plenty of products he’d gladly lend to the son of asteria to help regardless. beauty was, after all, key. 

tucker looks at wren with wide eyes at the mention of selene, though. “shut up.” he leans in, practically starstruck at the very mention; it wasn’t a very popular name, after all. “you were cursed by céline fucking dion? as in my heart will go on??” 

if tucker rhee, self-proclaimed A-lister was here, what was stopping a literal goddess?

—҉

   Normal...what was that anymore? Would Wren look better with his bubblegum hair he had when he first arrived, slightly scrawnier, red high eyes and pale complexion….The thought brought a curled smile high on his cheeks before shaking it away. 

   “Gods I’m hoping so. I miss looking in the mirror and liking what I see besides.” tilting over at Tucker, “You should see me when I go full star...I’ve been told it’s pretty beautiful.” almost hearing Kite’s voice saying exactly that in the chambers of his heart  like an echo left in space. 

                  —I wonder what he was doing right now?

   From what felt like an inch in the right direction, a real moment of connection, instantly fizzled away with the steam that rose from the pools. “Ducky...do you really think Céline Dion is not only a goddess but wasting her time on me?” From his jaw that dropped, hanging open by sheer shock, left Wren in disbelief…. “It’s Selene with a S and it’s spelled differently too.”

   Wren took a second for a silent prayer, one that was devoted for Tucker so The Fates might find some pity on him.

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razeldubois·:

His jaw clicked a bit before answering the question. “I have a problem with people acting like they’re better than me. Makes me feel punchy. Don’t take it personal.” The therapist Ra refused to see would probably say it was a defense mechanism. Triggered and a hard switch to unflip. The only reprieve came from Wren’s ties to answers that could solve his curiosity. And his assistance in getting Ra into his place of zen. Feeling a little lighter than when the day started. As the symbol at his feet faded he felt half as better, he’d let time heal the rest of the damage. “What I meant about getting serious is you were busy dancing about when you could’ve nailed me with that star thing that was around you up close. Caught me off guard when you switched up and came on me. Wasn’t expecting that.” Which would be as close to a compliment as one could get.

Razel was stretching his arm in a circle when he noticed Wren staring at him. Narrowing his gaze suspicious, “Hey. What are you trying to see under my clothes or something? Perv.” He acted like he was covering himself but left his crotch completely open and exposed. Then he turned and started to head back towards the main grounds of camp. He was pretty hungry after that workout. “So what is that you’re looking for? Or see?”

   “Personal? Me...never...” his eyes slightly began to roll before he physically stopped himself, “Not like you promised to ruin me...mention something about not healing me, all over a ‘problem.” Wren probably was treading the already line, a barely formed line that was a bridge between them. Too soon was an understatement, but blame a recent retrograde for the son of Asteria’s snappier exchanges lately. “Oh well, uh thanks.” genuinely surprised by the maybe compliment, as often he was Razel in situations of sparing. Whether he was on his ass or waking up in the infirmary, he wasn’t the type to be on top of much. “We can call it a luck break or annoyance in wanting to prove you wrong…” he started, shifting his weight over to his other foot “Normally in combat strategy I’m not one for the front line...I keep distance while supported by heavier hitters between me and whatever we are fighting. Though you were quick to learn my radius, so I had to close the distance.” 

   “Why does everyone think I have x-ray vision?” he thought aloud as Voris and now Razel had assumed the same thing. Glowing eyes were nothing new around here, especially those in his house…”Please even if I could check you out that way...I wouldn’t.” That part was true, though the air crept with a quiet that spoke more about the tension between them than disgust. “My mother is connect to divination and sight, I get vibes off people sometimes...I was just seeing how much you and Loki are similar.” kind of like a magical signature, though off the bat Wren knew astrologically they were very different.

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drxwnedgod·:

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Greyson wasn’t much of an actor, had only played a few minor roles in school productions over the years and even that was a stretch. But it was nice to dip out of reality for a little while, put on a costume and become a different person to entertain the children of camp. They wouldn’t expect perfection so Grey didn’t worry about being awkward, if anything it just added to the character. 

He followed along with Wren’s narration, scooping Moss up under one arm and pretending to patrol around ‘camp’ by walking back and forth along the stage set. He gave a nod when Wren signalled to him that the next moment was about to happen and tossed Moss up into the air, the little otter shrieking but Grey had done such a thing with him many times. He rolled out of the way of the ‘attack’ and caught his sidekick, setting him down on the ground before drastically turning to face his enemy. “Malestial, we meet again!” Grey said, conjuring a few tendrils of water to act as ‘web-shots’. “Let me guess, you’ve got some dastardly plan to creep into camp and steal all these children’s well earned sweets?” He said dramatically, watching as the children gasped in horror. 

—҉

   Greyson might not have been an actor, but he was selling it. As for Wren, he wasn’t much of an actor as well, although performing up on a stage was nothing new for him. It wasn’t much of a stretch to translate his presence as a musician to part-time-demi-actor—especially if their critics were the kids of camp. It made it sweeter that he had someone as easy to riff off of as Greyson...even if he was stiff and a bit awkward the suit alone gave him an edge. 

   “Indeed you silly little bug…” Wren released his best villainous cackle he could; which seemed like a puppy yelping with its believability. Thankfully the children were eating up every word. “Sweets? Please, I have far more dastardly plans than your itsy-bitsy little brain could fathom.” Starlight began crackling between his fingertips, while it’s luminosity had shifted to its least colorful shade. “—Sweets and the children can wait.”' he snaps to the audience,eyes scanning over their faces before he traces a straight line over to Noct in the stage wings. “I’ve brought my newest creature….a dark beast from beyond the blackholes of this world….prepare yourself, you fool.” 

    A few wind chimes and low rumbles of drums thanks to the accompanying satyrs played in the back as Wren’s owlbear; painted in the darkest of blacks and dusted with indigo leaped into frame. “SQUUUAKKK-GRRR” the cub squealed, bearing it’s beak like fangs.

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B E A U 🗡️

   Elusive as love itself, Wren knew that if you were searching for Beau you probably won’t find him unless he wanted to find you—although like most warriors, a solid first step was to head over to the training grounds. Luck on his side, the dimly twinkling son of Asteria waited for his current spar with one of the acolytes to break so he could interrupt. “Bravo, bravo.” Wren called out from behind hands clapping; as always Beau was on the winning beat, “Just the cutie-patootie I was looking for...got a second to chat?”

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razeldubois·:

With a groan Ra rolled his eyes. “I take that back. I don’t know if you showing concern or being a smug little shit makes me want to punch you more.” Rolling his body back onto his shoulder he pushed himself up and on to his feet in one motion. Did it, hurt? A bit. Luckily whatever magic he casted into the ground was mending the damage slowly but surely. “Maybe it’s just you.” Lowering down his let his fingers trace the accidental spell. It felt effective and possible to be used later if he were ever inclined to heal others. “Not sure how much of an ass I looked like. This being my first fight and I managed to keep up with you for eight rounds. I expected you to have me knocked out quicker than that. Give it time…you’ll be the one on your ass next.”

Standing up up fully he stretched and grabbed his halberd, strapping it to his holster on his back. “So you saying he couldn’t cut it then? Disappointing.” Well not really. He hoped the fact the last son couldn’t cut it made his mother regret calling him before Ra. No he had to show off and let her see who the better child was. Not that he cared for approval as much as wanted to prove a point. “I saw him by the way…before you cut me off from the room I saw a picture of him…and then again while I was tripping on ambrosia. Can’t say I see the family resemblance.”

 Wren clocked a group of satyrs entering the grounds which provided him an excuse to hide the smirk worming between his cheeks. Was Razel exhausting? Yeah, though he had a way with words that were humorous; granted a bit antagonistic for the mage’s taste. “I mean currently...do you ever just chill or is everything you say meant to sound like a challenge?” from their brief but hostile interactions, Wren couldn’t help but wonder if this was a mistake of chance that they butted heads or had the son of Hecate’s personality bled through a bit— As for the fight, Wren blamed his curse for his lack of oomph when it came to defeating Razel. Not that he’d mention that to the other…”I’ve been off for a while. Personal matters but I’m getting back into it. Don’t worry, if you are anything like your brother...you’ll be a force of reckoning in no time.” 

  “Apparently not.” Wren replied, rather tight lipped as the son of stars was still coming to terms with it himself. Hatred wasn’t something he’d have for Loki but his heart had been twisted and he had to juggle the ideas of his departure for some time now. Was it his fault? Others? Was it just fate? Knowing that Lo had forgotten all about him probably was the worst of it. Sighing, he crossed his arms across his chest. “Well, speak for yourself….I see a little, that is if you know what to look for.” with that Wren’s eyes sparkle with silver, only for a second, before returning to their natural gray.

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marcos-ontherocks·:

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those words right there stung the son of wine more than he thought it would. the idea of wren thinking this was a pity hug, or anything of the sort actually put marcos off. he cared a lot for wren - so in that moment marcos was just about to pull back, but he hugged him tighter before he whispered. “don’t ever call this a pity hug - when i wanted to hug you because i care about you and i myself wanted a hug...” there was a stern tone to his voice, pulling away - he looked into those eyes before him, taking it all in as he presented a soft smile over to the boy. “don’t ever think that anything i give you is for pity - you should know better than to think i ever pity… “ 

there was a lot to unpack right then and all he can think of was how he didn’t care what others thought - he just wanted to have some fun with his friend, his real good friend and just hope he was able to pop a smile out of him. “good thing you have me around - i don’t care about getting an earful from anyone. you want to get out of here for a bit?” he asked, taking his hand and smirking. “let’s get the fuck outta here - you pick the place and we’re there.”

—҉

   Wren should have known better yet his foundation of thinking had been shaken recently. Camp was more than just that, it had become a family for Wren, it’s sons those he hoped would be there at the end with him. However time and time again he had put his faith in the wrong place; Selene, Loki, Kite...it made him second guess almost everyone. The hug grew tighter, though this time he didn’t protest.. “I’m sorry,” fighting a frown he sighed instead, “It’s just been a shitty few weeks and I might have been projecting.” Marcos had been a solid friend, albeit one that had been kept at an arm’s reach (by Wren). 

 Maybe when this whole curse is lifted...Wren could return to his normal self again. 

   “I’d like to do more than just get out of it.” almost alluding to wanting to quite—not that he would, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it. “You might be braver than I thought.” he cracked a smile, wondering what scale of overbearing father Malachi would become when he finds out, “It’s nothing exciting but I kind of want to head home..or well a place near it.” The mountains and views of Ontario weren’t that drastic of a change compared to those in Norway, but something had been calling out to him like an echo to return. Why not with Marcos?

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the-reveries·:

Bearing the child of a falling star made a lot of sense to Reverie. After all, if you really thought about it, they did have a rather sperm like look to them from afar. “That’s far more wholesome than my story!” he chuckles, keeping his train of thought to himself. “Oh, I doubt you’ll see anything. Everything is made of night. Except the singing leaves. They don’t really look like leaves at all, and they glow. The spooky part is near the Autumn Court—” His foot snags on rock, sending the demigod and his sticks flying across the meadow. “Ow!” Reverie groans out, feeling dew drops splattering along his cheeks. He peers up, trying to make out the flowers in the dark, and for a moment he thinks he can see their worried little face peering down at them. “I forgot rocks are real here.”

—҉

     “Well that’s fine!” he huffs confidently, “I have night vision...dark things don’t scare me. That’s why I off—” his sentence was yanked to a halt right as Reverie stumbled. Wren jerked to look behind him, spotting a toppled over demigod, with a clumsy body-sized pocket in the middle of the flowers. Heel-to-toe, Wren skipped double time back to over to check on the son of Hypnos; squatting down with knees tucked closer to his chest “Shit man are you okay?” It was a genuine question, though there was but a speck of true worry there—after a few monsters slap you around, bodily harm kind of becomes the least of your worries. However, from one absent minded demigod to another, Wren was positively intrigued by his newly found friend…

   “Rev.” he paused, “May I call you Rev? Uh, who's your parent?” wondering if there was a connection...because if not, Wren’s following question would be what he was on.

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tuckery·:

‘𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘.’ tucker scrunches his nose, suddenly grateful that they’re not face-to-face. “well… i mean, i wouldn’t say ugly per se. just, like…” he searches his mind for the best word and comes up empty. “…rotten?” 

he winces at the choice.

either way, the ever-ineffable, ever-talkative tucker rhee is surprisingly quiet as he listens to wren speak, settling in against the rocks next to the son of asteria. 

“dang… that’s like, crazy,” he says, charismatic as ever, “is it that heiress everyone keeps talking about?” he meant eris, and he also wondered why they didn’t just ask her to stop: ‘like, really stop, and cut it out.’

—҉

  Oddly Tucker candor had the opposite effect as it brought a smile to Wren’s lips. The son of Cronus' charisma was viral in the way it was easily infectious—just give it time.

  Rotten was probably the best way to describe his situation...“It does look a little rotten doesn’t it?” his eyes flicker to the mark but shifts over to Tucker as he positions himself against the same rock. 

  “Eris is a cunt for sure...but it wasn’t her.” Wren sounded almost relieved, “I was given this by another goddess, one of the moon named Selene. I foolishly thought she could have been an ally or knew my mother…” clearly he paid the price in the end.

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razeldubois·:

“Pfft, for what? Barely a scratch on me.” He smiled, teeth still stained red from the blood in his mouth. As much damage as he took Razel’s face was elated in its expression as he stared dreamy up at the sky. The guy having a strange relationship with pain as he found moments when he was truly at the threshold of it was when it all felt real. That feeling paired with the pulsating warmth of his magic it was a volatile combination. One pushing to the brim of his containment before his over stimulated magic ruptured. Seeping out from his body into the soil around him taking shape into something close to a 15ft snowflake in design. Beating rune like symbols appearing before the creation pulsed with an aura. This climax of magic, although on accident, felt as if it werehealing him. Wren would feel the same effect as he stood upon it.

“But don’t start showing concern for my well being. I’ll punch you in the face full on, no magic for that.” He settled that as the hallowed ground tended to his wound. “So, you and the son before me were best friends huh? Guess that tie can get you a pardon off my shit list. One time deal that it is.” That and that fight gave him a push he hadn’t had in a long time.

 From the top all Wren could muster was, “Right, right.” while he raised a hand to brace his shoulder. The price of his curse was deeper than he knew; that these inky veins were like gnarled roots that burrowed further into him. What had been a heated yet basic spar, left him winded while a dull, almost ambient pain wormed from his shoulder and down his chest. 

 Wren Blakely was indeed inflicted and it took a masochistic, smart mouthed newbie to prove how far he had fallen. 

  Luckily the ground beneath seemed to have come alive with an arcana that was familiar yet twisted. It stained the earth while a runic image pulsed and thrummed like a beating heart. At first it felt invasive—heavy and encumbering, almost numbing the aches that fought to plague him. Confusion followed after, as the only power of Hecate Wren had reference to had been the chaos Loki could invoke; this raw source of energy that seemed the opposite of what Razel was capable of. Interesting as it was, Wren held his queries and just scoffed at the other. “Please, stay seated before you try to get up and look like an ass again...I’m just beginning to indulge you.” Figuring it was a combination of adrenaline, post-magical surge, and the healing that left Wren more amenable. However, any smile that worked to be seen fizzled away at the mention of the son before ”We were like brothers, he and I were apart of the first to join up for the war but like most things.” he sighed, “it becomes more than some could bear.” trying to hide how bitter he might have sounded with a classic Kite Eklund sniff, pivot, and advert your gaze elsewhere...

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R A Z E L 🔮

Wren’s tensed, aching body was already preparing for another blow—adrenaline blurred his vision like goggles that he was already weaving another web of starlight when it all came to an end. Razel’s halberd pierced the ground like a flag having been raised; a surrender had come and with the realization, so did Wren’s magic. Cosmic energy slowly faded, which the conjured arrows of Sagitta followed as they shattered and broke around him in a shower of stardust. Within seconds the mage’s skin had returned as well, leaving but a faint pearly glow underneath like a highlighter before he approached the other. “I was always serious…” he replied, which felt weird as both Wren and serious in the same sentence rarely happened. 

    —Having noticed the blood, the boy’s instinct to care kicked in. “Are you sure you are good? Have enough in you to still heal or should I help you to the infirmary?”

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heightofhermes·:

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Wren always asked the right questions, and Blake grinned smugly, ready to weave his tale and keep everyone listening as thoroughly entertained as possible. “You did not see it coming, you gave me no clue when we last spoke!” A soft pout forming for a moment in mock disgust, but it cracked back into a smile as he was eager to continue his stream of gossip. “No, okay so, if we’re talking about the-” he put a hand to the side of his mouth, as if to hush out his words to anyone else listening, “-blonde one…then it was a definite two. Full fuck, full orgasm for both of us…but he didn’t ‘in’ me because apparently I have to ‘earn that’, like what the hell?”

“Aww c’mon mate,” he pulled him in for another close hug, “you don’t need to do any chasing. You’ll get an abundance of people queuing up for ya. I mean…if that’s what you wante-y’know never mind.” He stopped there, knowing his mouth was running quicker than his brain. It couldn’t have been easy with Kite leaving, and Blake in this second wasn’t helping at all.

“Right but what’s wrong with Blake and Blakely? Sounds like a detective agency or something. Doesn’t have to be a superhero duo.” IT was kind of corny, admittedly, but it was too much of a cool coincidence to miss. “No, well…kind of. Someone was there but it was someone I used to know, but also…not the real version of him. And he was guiding me through it all and it was…weird.”

—҉

  The shades of pinks that kissed his cheek were pale with arousal rather than embarrassment. Wren’s heart might not be in the right place but it didn't stop his mind and cock from syncing up, since the thought of Ari cumming anywhere was enticing—although knowing it would be with Blake only stirred more through him. “I gave you plenty...it’s not my job to spoon feed you everything. Prophecies...” a grin pulled into his cheek as he lied, “are interrupted on your part.” An astrology reading was a far cry from a premonition or any sight of the sort ....”I don’t know..sounds kind of hot but also too much work in my opinion.” he paused to dip his french toast stick into his saucer of syrup, “Are you going to earn it or was two times enough?” 

  “Smooth.” It was short and to the point, lacking any sweetness yet wasn’t sharp either. Wren couldn’t fault the son of Hermes, speed and clumsiness at times crossed paths. Likewise it was inevitable for Kite to be spoken about, whether directly or indirectly —”That line is closed for a while, so let's ignore me and get back to you.” 

  Wren did just that, shifting the conversation back to Blake “Yeah but between detective duos neither of us are Sherlock...and we are both too cute to be Watson.” Between bites of his food he listened, picking out pieces of the dream that resonated with him. Just like his guardian, there was a guidance that was hard to explain “That sounds about right. I think they are called guardians or guides, spirit proctors or whatever else.” he continues chewing, “Its something like a test for our parents. Like they are sussing us out. We all get them sooner or later….I had to talked to a doughnut eating lemur in mine. So weird is about right.”

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marcos-ontherocks·:

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  Marcos put on a quick smile, a genuine one. it was just so good to see wren as a few others have been leaving - he knew wren might be taking this harder than anyone, he needed to be there for him. “and a pretty one at that.. “ moving in and taking his hand he pulled him in and didn’t care if the other protested - he brought him into a hug, a tight one before he whispered. “thank you for coming out.” marcos didn’t know what to expect really, but he was happy to see wren nonetheless. 

pulling back, he still kept wren close. “now there is a few choices, we can either leave camp for a bit and have some fun outside the camp, we can stay inside and smoke up the last bit of shit i got - or we can go back to that clearing you showed me and we can just – chill? up to you.” 

—҉

  Deep down somewhere, beneath ribs and flesh, down to the tiny bits you lock away in your heart; Wren did appreciate Marcos and everyone for caring. Though the sentiment did leave the son of Asteria feeling fragile that with news of losing something else would break him. Not quite there yet but cracked,  Marcos’ hug was like squeezing a shattered mirror since he was met jaggedly by Wren. “Yeah it’s no biggie.” he squirmed, “I’m not dead yet so we can leave the pity hugs at the door.” 

   Being released, he motioned to fix his hair before shrugging “Well some people at camp don’t think I should be allowed outside yet...with my condition and all.” Even if his face hid it well, his voice sounded sad still; tired. “I’m pretty fucked up already, so rain check or I can smoke you out if you are low.” As for the clearing Wren wasn’t even going to touch on that, since he was avoiding places that would distract him from actively not thinking of Kite or Loki —”I personally want to get out of here but up to you if you want to get an earful from Malachi or not.”

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lvxtides·:

“oh!”

despite being the initiator of the scare, kingsley was still startled by the other guy’s exclamation. it was that instant karma that always made kingsley smile. actions had consequences, even if he wasn’t one to think of those until they happened. he chuckled to himself, shaking his head, “i’m sorry. i didn’t know i was so quiet.”

he pursed his lips, thinking back, and then shrugged suddenly, “i don’t know it. what’s it called? how does it go again?” he almost bombarded the other with questions, blinking expectantly as he waited for answers.

and then his smile bloomed across his face again.

“thanks,” he sat down promptly and crossed his legs, staring at wren, “i’m kingsley, sorry to barge in on you.”

   Wren waved the other down, knowing it was a simple mistake while there was little to the others actions that screamed preconceived. However there was a subtle tether that felt tugged between them; a common thread of magic or familiarity that he couldn’t identify.

   Like envoys of night, both concealed a heavenly glimmer that some would call celestial. 

   “Nah, nah man you are good.” Wren returned Kingsley’s smile with a crooked one of his own, “It’s hard to find quiet places around here but no reason to hog it all for myself.” His guitar laid over his lap as he shifted to offer the demigod a hand to shake, “I’m Wren.” 

    As they shared their names,  “It’s called moon sailor, my mom made it up for me when I was a kid...kind of her go-to when I was too restless for my own good.” Wren returned to plucking out the chords of his lullaby as he ran through the song again up until the the next verse came—

♬ While the world is silently sleeping Up up__up we soar, ♩ And hand in hand our balloon will land On a sleepy starry shore ♬

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939–1944

[bitterbluesargent]

Scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle

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heightofhermes·:

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Maybe there wasn’t a braver soul in camp than Wren. Sure they’d all been through their own shit in their old life, all faced different demons on a daily basis as well as on quests and in trials, but the powers at be kept seeming to deal Wren the worst hand. Things even the stars failed to predict…or maybe they did and Wren was just powerless to stop it all. But to see him smiling, that was worth everything to Blake.

“I mean that wasn’t what I was trying to find you for…but yes…there was a link up with a certain Aries. Maybe two,” he added with a knowing smirk and a wink, “the guy makes you work for it, but I like that. Maybe cliché, the runner liking the chase, I don’t know. But also maybe had a link up with a certain…whatever horoscope sign this month is.” If there was one thing he enjoyed with Wren it was the gossip, be it around the campfire drinking cider and eating marshmallow treats or here over…more sweet foods. A running theme? “No, but I…I think I had the dream.”

A quick flash of blue and that twinkling glass sound later, and Blake was next to Wren, one arm slung over his friend and pulled him in for an overly enthusiastic hug. “Stop being busy mate, I’ve missed ya! Can’t have super team up Blake and Blakely if we’re missing Blakely.”

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 Wren smiled softly as Blake spilled about his latest endeavors. There was pleasure there, a twinkle of happiness for the other that the mage worked hard to push to the surface, but there was also a faint sadness that dimmed in the background. 

   Even now he missed Kite...thinking about him almost through Blake’s words, like reliving their last intimate moments. 

  The thoughts were heavy but brief, when Wren quickly snapped himself from them like the truth in knowing had to be let go. “Well, well...and I don’t want to say I saw it coming but I did.” this time his grin curled higher, painted brighter, “Maybe two? Is that half a fuck or an almost orgasm...not sure how numbers and maybes work.” Not that he needed the load down, since as handsome as the two were, there were still things that even a Seer didn’t need to know. “I’m glad for you...someone needs to be out there having some fun, even if chasing isn’t my cup of tea.” 

   Which was an unintentional lie as Wren was the type to go after what he wanted. 

   Blink and you’d miss him since with a span of a second or less, Wren felt a magic crackling in the air just moments late for Blake to have appeared beside him. “Blake & Blakely?” he didn’t fight the hug, instead their embrace practically squeezed a laugh out of him, “That’s a terrible duo name...even for comic book standards, but you said a dream? Let me guess you met someone?”