A sneak peek under the hem of Joel's shirt
The Last Of Us (2023)
S1E1 / S1E1 / S1E4 / S1E5
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"you're the sneaky kind, huh? good to know." it fit, in a way. jay was charming & very, very good with words. that was, if he ignored how pretty he was, too. yeah, he saw it. even if he got caught, he'd just charm his way out easy peasy. what a little shit. "yeah, we better adapt soon, i ain't plannin' to die here." here being ...on this ...path to wherever it led. fighting a fight that wasn't theirs. sure, he'd answered it, but silas didn't plan to... well, die for it. now would he let those he came to care for die. he.... struggled with connections, so those he managed would be cherished for as long as he was able. if that meant death for him, then maybe ... maybe that was his fate. but as of now, he refused to believe it.
"we will be." he trusted in them. he knew that if he just had a handful of carefully selected people by his side, they were unstoppable. jay was a part of that group. he trusted they could do great things. "i know you got my back an' i got yours." hand on his shoulder, but silas ..didn't flinch. not when it was jay. "guess you're gonna have to jus' train with me from now on, make sure we work well t'gether an' all that."
jesse's smile was full of secret thoughts, of implied ideas, of touches taken just on the edge of not-enough. careful interactions, teetering on the edge of something one or both of them was afraid of. for someone who always sought the upper hand, always aimed to charm and endear and trick, he had no idea what to do around silas and he wasn't sure he wanted to know why. the growing desire in him, which he had always listened to dutifully, now was ignored.
"too fast..." he agreed, "but i think we can be faster." he grinned, all cocky bravado, but he had seen what they were capable of, despite some bad outcomes.
"i'm not used to it either," he agreed, "to be honest, my style is get in, charm people and get out without anyone seeing you." he shrugged, "that won't always work here though so we have to learn," he thinks of silas being rushed, atticus being stabbed, memories still clear in his mind almost like he might go back to those moments if he's not careful, "the other choice is being meat in this demigod grinder." his tone was grim, and he had to look away. he didn't want to think about this but he had to, how else would they keep each other safe if not?
"i can't work perfectly with everyone but you and i... well, we can be like a well oiled machine, silas. don't you think?" he wasn't flirting, for once in his life, he just saw the potential they had. together, as a team. he reached out, hand on his shoulder. "we can make sure we're ready, next time."
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it was that last inch silas had been too hesitant to close. that last push he needed to finally let go. to unravel lust & desire simmering within him for the past ... for a while. fear a constant companion when the obvious solution was not throwing punches, silas profited from a strong, determined hand to gently guide him along. fingers tightened around the thin fabric in their grasp when lips collided, the kiss impetuous & eager, silas' body moving on its own to lean against the other's with his unoccupied arm sliding around his neck - for leverage. contact. safety. something to hold onto as he fell apart let go.
that pull silas felt for so long around the other, but had gone brushed aside by his own worry, all the what ifs & soft whispers of impeding rejection of a man who widdled his way into the son of kratos' heart ... he couldn't take it. he couldn't handle the loss. his act so unstable he feared for his sanity if it should come to that. but it didn't. instead he found acceptance & warmth on the other's lips & gods... he yearned for more, eagerly clawing at the other's back - atop the toga & against bare skin, blunt nails only leaving subtle marks on skin, but still.
when his lungs cried for help, he ...pulled away, a force stronger than imaginable trying to stop him. he wanted to listen to it. chest heaving with quickened breaths, brown eyes ... came to find the other's, voice a little breathless. "jay..." soft breath against jesse's lips. ....bed?
"you do that." jesse almost whispered in a singsong cadence, voice dropping lower as his focus changed fully, sure, he would enjoy sparring, defending silas and seeing what they could do as a team. maybe finally battle like a group at the end of it, but... jesse was a man of strong needs, and prone to impulse besides. impulses he resisted so valiantly so far, but no longer, it was a losing battle he wasn't interested in winning anyway. not if he could have silas instead. he wasn't too gone not to listen to the next words though, all too pleased with what the other admitted to not grin but he didn't respond, maybe later he would get back to it, tease the man to get him blushing a little more. "of all the things i could blame you for that's not one of them, silas."
he could've moaned as silas moved even closer, bodies touching, barely covered by toga and towel, skin rubbing against skin. lips so close they might already be touching. he let out a shaky breath, foreheads bumping together, skin shivering as cold skin rubbed against chest, holding onto the toga. another shaky breath as lips touched the skin of his cheek, raspy words in that seductive voice of his drawing shivers down jesse's spine. his hands on silas' hips, the smell of him filling his nose, clouding his thoughts as his eyes fell closed.
darkness, so familiar, and heat, too. but new, jarringly so. he was almost afraid. afraid of the similarities, of the contrasts. fingers digging into skin, not hard enough to break, but a strong enough grip not to be pulled apart. jesse hadn't been afraid of the dark in so long now...
his nose brushed silas, a soft nuzzle as both their hesitance fell away, eaten by desire, or need, or curiosity or... their breaths mingled in a silent gasp as their lips finally slid together and jesse kissed silas like a drowning man searching for air.
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His lil sadistic ass smirk is living rent free in my head ☻
“You’re next.”
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"if you'll have me." silas shot the other a lopsided grin, already feeling a little less pressurized to ..participate as to not feel like an outside once again by the promise of company. he'd been meaning to get more in-depth with dallas, but with so many godlings around, missions, this party & silas' strong need for occasional solitude... yeah. it was a slow process. his preferences ... sounded like they were on the same page. intimacy... in private. "typically sounds like you're tempted to change your mind?" was this ...swaying him in a new direction? silas wouldn't blame him. though, he'd like to keep him here with him.
"takes a lil' while. though.. i guess it keeps feelin' weird for a while." it was so different from everything they knew. it still was to him. "uh, almost two months. got here a little later than romeo'n his group. shit, time kinda flies when you're havin'. fun, huh." silas huffed out a little laugh despite the ...gravity of his words. it'd been a rough ride, though - no doubt his own doing. "fell off a cliff on my first mission. like a damn rookie, but the others had my back." he eyed the other, so many questions. "how's the wine?"
"Pretty sure that's probably true." Another soft chuckle left him as he swirled the glass around in his meaty hand. Most parties he'd ever attended saved the sinfully sweet things for more private areas, but not this group. They were all out and open about their escapades. Maybe that would be something he'd get to eventually, but he preferred his time with others to be more private, so to speak.
Raising the glass to drink, he smirked listening to the other man. It was nice having someone around his age to converse with. "That sounds like a good plan, so you'll be keeping with me over here?" A question mixed with an invite to keep him company. "I respect that. Typically, I'm the same." Dallas wasn't one to shy away from his sexual nature, but he was also someone who held a stoic, more brutish nature to him. No one would see him doing anything he didn't feel right.
"It's been alright, still gaining my legs here." It was nice the way everyone always asked how it was going. Almost like there was a comradery. That was something he wanted. Friendship, bonds. Something that made this place seem more...real. "How long have you been here?" The blonde asked as he leaned against the wall.
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he noticed the hesitancy & as someone who had to watch his back all his life... he got it. he didn't rush him, didn't bring it up, didn't acknowledge he had seen him wait & just ate his own chicken. he wasn't going to brag, but ...it was damn near perfect. then again, after years of meticulous experimenting & a lot of failed tries, he'd worked it out. practice makes perfect. silas was relentless in everything he took upon himself. cooking ...was included.
"nice to meet ya, lars." having a name to his face was ..pleasing. "an' welcome to camp." it was strange welcoming people in. this wasn't his place. but ...still. oh, tea. he couldn't help a little smile at that & nodded, taking a careful sip. "thanks." he brewed his own tea. well, he liked him already. "i'm from kratos. what's your thing? if.. you don't mind me askin'..?" he seemed less eager to share, which was fine
lars look at the meal, then at silas, quite plainly trying to decide whether it was a trick. after a moment, certain the other hadn’t laced the food, he forked a rice ball up to his mouth. a low hum of pleasure escaped him unbidden. it was soft, savoury, and warm.
“as a thanks for that, i’ll give it to you.” he made a tiny smile. “lars kyarsgaard. been here for about … five days.” from a murky french press on the table, full of a dark and ambery liquid, he poured a steaming cup of what fragranced the air quickly afterwards – herbal tea, freshly brewed. the cup was slid over to the other. “another token of thanks.”
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silas was ready. he didn't really know how to do this, he'd only recently discovered there might be more to him than raw power. he ..felt something when he fought alejandro & he wanted to experience again.
he watched him with the bow & for a moment...he frowned, but then realized just what he was doing. interesting. a bow... for magic. he watched the magical arrow soar his way & waited .....waited.... & leapt out of the way. goddamnit. "....fuck, my bad." this wasn't about dodging. he chickened out. eh.
"again. what's that you're shootin'...?" please.
sethan smiled gently before nodding his head as he heard the other man's words. "okay...yeah, yeah. i can do that." sethan said with a nod of his head. he felt the power inside of him swarm with anticipation before he grabbed his bow from his back. although he didn't have any arrows.
he didn't need them, at least not when he wasn't on a quest.
"witch bolt."
when sethan pulled the drawstring back, the spell materialized and fired as he let go. a bolt of pure magic energy rushing towards the other man.
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"gotcha, we're all still figurin' shit out. assumin' it's more difficult for the likes o'ya. my power's more ... straightforward." little nod. he ..punched, he kicked, he slammed. he wasn't communicating with fey spirits, asking them to shapeshift into animals. that was ... so fascinating, though silas knew he was biased because animals .. were on the top of his life of likes. silas understood the struggle of ..camp, as was. being expected to fit in, socialize & all that. he got it. he wouldn't dare blaming anybody for struggling with it or hiding away from facing it.
"been a city kid all my life. 's all i've known, but been tryin' to spend more time in nature. 's uh... been helpful." admittedly, his idea of nature were parks within cities, but ... beggars couldn't be choosers. "yeah, i know. but they ain't all gonna come out here, so you're gonna run outta options eventually." remain hidden away or ... expand. it was on grey to decide when he was ready for what. if he ever was ready. but silas knew he'd like for the young godling to spend more time with them. him. yep. "you're good company, be a shame not to let the others see it." soft smile shot his way. he was not the camp dad, but he knew how difficult a change of ways could be. he experienced it himself in camp & had been rewarded.
"Sure." Grey nodded. He'd always been more of a talker, filling a silence with idle chatter and only really enjoying silence around someone he trusted. Perhaps it was the pessimistic side of him that felt silences as heavy when it was with someone he barely knew, like if he didn't say something they'd think he was angry, upset, didn't like them - something negative. But when he trusted someone to understand silence was just silence, he could relax.
"I don't know, maybe? I barely understand the beginning of my powers so I don't know the limits yet." He shrugged. Maybe one day the fey spirits could become even more powerful creatures of all kinds or he wasn't that strong and he'd continue to use the power he had to his best abilities.
"It's worth it, but then I'm biased. I've always been the outdoors type." He encouraged. The woodlands around camp were some of the most beautiful Grey had the pleasure of exploring. "Maybe. I'm not deliberately hiding away and trying to be antisocial. Guess I just haven't connected with others as much yet." He replied. That was probably on him, but Grey had always been more of a social outcast his whole life, the company of animals something he understood more than people. And when people had their groups, he wasn't the type to insert himself in.
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silas didn't expect to become best of friends with all of camp's inhabitants. in fact, he didn't expect to even like just a single one of them, but well .. he found himself surprised pretty much every single day. he found troubled souls much like his own & honestly? the knowledge he wasn't the only one... was comforting in a way. he found himself curious about other godlings abilities. those he'd seen & those he didn't. those he'd seen ...more than the others, but that was a silas thing.
"not that kinda moment." silas huffed, hand scruffing through the hair at the back of his head. "me? yoga? nah, i'm good, thanks. i was uh, wonderin' if - when you're done with your .....sesh." that word ..felt so wrong on his tongue. "if you'd like to ...chat." how else could he call it? you did pretty damn well in the thunderdome & now i'm curious & i wanna get to know you? well, maybe. "uh, brought lunch. it's enough t'share between the both of us." silas always cooked a little more in case he ended up not having the time to prepare food three times a day. missions happened .. at the most random times, he liked being prepared.
With the conditions at camp and the world as he knew it ever changing, it had become increasingly important for Jesse to ground himself. He'd learned at a very young age that if he doesn't take that time to mentally center himself, he would spiral. So much like other demigods at camp, he'd had his own schedule, or at least his routine. Yoga, as it so happened, was part of his morning regiment. He'd been half way through his sun salutation when he heard someone coughing from behind him. Seamlessly he slid out of his downward facing dog pose and turned over to see a familiar demigod staring down at him.
While he'd be lying if he said he knew the other well, he knew enough to know his name, and that was more less it. With the amount of demigods coming and going from camp, it almost felt impossible to get to know each and everyone on a personal level. While it was Jesse's goal to eventually get to that point with the camp, he had a ways to go.
"Yeah, I've heard that one before," he quipped with a wry grin. He moved to sit on his towel, eyeing the older man curiously. "What's up, Silas? Did you want in on this yoga sesh?"
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"you don't seem the type to be hidin' is all." hands up in the air in surrender, water splashing around them when lowered back into the pool. silas had yet to find the bath house to be private. every single time he tried to take a relaxing bath, he found himself with sudden company. he didn't mind per se, he wasn't afraid of company even though he preferred solitude. "so knowin' shit 'bout camp's your thing? what else do ya know?" he still wanted to know what his ..powers were, but in due time.
"me? nah." yes. was his voice a little higher? "why? you gettin' off on it?" little glance at him, then around. it was kind of intimate. well, he was an adult. they were fine. this was fine.
a soft chuckle leaves dante's lips, rather amused by how silas volleyed with him. naturally, there wasn't that big of an age gap between them, and silas was young and spry, even more so now with the blessings of his parent. still, dante really ought to be nicer to someone willing to share an closed space with him for an extended period.
"why wouldn't i? i know lots about this camp, i do my due diligence." the bath house was relatively private, as a general rule, but there were some locations that were less likely to be stumbled upon by a drunk demigod looking to sober himself up in a flash, or those seeking to take their fun elsewhere.
"does it make you nervous that i've taken you somewhere so intimate?"
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"i guess i'll have to ignore it. we can't all be perfect. 'specially if i'm the distraction." little huff of a laugh. it .. was nice to joke a little. it felt like he'd been far too tense for way too many years. he could see himself being a beacon during a fight; most stood back, but then there was him running at their enemies like a maniac. not that he'd want it any other way. the adrenaline, the rush & the satisfaction of a fight well-fought was what he lived for.
"yeah, it's movin' pretty fast sometimes." silas had to still get used to tracking more than one enemy's movements. he was sure he'd get better with time. patience & practice.
"yeah, we're gonna figure it out." nobody was going to touch atticus again, not while he was around & breathing. "i think.. we're all not really used to playin' in teams. i fought for myself for a long time, ain't easy switching it up, but i think i'm gettin' the hang of it." little nod, mostly to himself.
"i never could resist a pretty sight, silas," he shook his head, mocking regret, "it's a flaw you might have to accept." his eyes and lips betrayed the humor and mirth, and more. if there was one thing he wouldn't apologize for was the way he'd gaze at the other, watch him as he fought, throwing himself at enemies even when he really shouldn't.
"we're all learning, and a fight is still a fight--no time to really think it through in the heat of it." he had thoughts though, plans, ideas that might help if they were in a similar spot again... there was no one better than silas to talk it out with.
"you did your part... we just might need to do more from now on." he let out a sigh, trying to relax as he gazed at the older demigod. "i think we should plan better for these things. not leave people alone, especially people who might need help protecting themselves..."
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"cause that's my thing." silas' entire ...existence was based on keeping everything locked up inside him. although, he wasn't so much ...pushing things down. they were down & he just made sure he kept them there. "it ain't helpin', it's makin' it worse. do it long enough an' you can't go back." if he ...let go now, after a lifetime of swallowing his emotions, he wasn't sure what'd be left of him. he didn't wish that worry on anybody else. "trust me."
si. it... had been a long fucking time since someone last called him that. someone as ..focused on mental stability in others wouldn't have to look very hard to notice the short pause that tiny little word gave him. but .. it was fine. it was bound to happen sooner or later. his name didn't exactly leave room for a lot of shorter variations. it was just a name. "got the feeling i won't have to." subtle shrug, side glance towards the other, because with how determined he'd been at teasing him... he could swear harley was interested in more than training. well, not right now, but eventually. not that silas counted on it.
"people don't exactly carry their intentions on the tip o' their tongue, kid. 'sides we're all still gettin' the hang of it. this. nobody expects ya to be a pro." they'd been godlings for ... well, he knew for him it was a few weeks. the others came here a little earlier, right? maybe a month. let it even have been two. "y'know, i trained for 3 years b'fore i was considered fit to fight for the ufc." sometimes training took time, but it paid off. "see? that's all that matters. even the zeus kid's makin' questionable decisions. we're ...part god, but we're human too." & humans were ....faulty. weak. they were bound to struggle in this world.
"do you though?" sometimes ...you thought you knew.. but you didn't believe it. sometimes you knew you weren't worthless or weak, but the brain... didn't catch up. it took time, but hiding.. never helped. silas had to make that experience for himself, too. admitting that his family wasn't worth even being considered that... it left him utterly alone in the world, but it beat chasing a feeling with people who didn't care. "'s what we all hope for, ain't it?" silas wouldn't proclaim it, nor would he admit defeat if it failed, but weren't they all just trying to feel like they belonged? like they were among people like them, people who felt for them... with them. "don't see why we can't try'n find it."
okay, that... was just rude. "pffhh. please. you think i scare easy? you couldn't scare me if ya tried." well, he didn't really want to put it to the test after everest & his mind.... thing. but silas could see harley wasn't ..doing well. he got it. that was .. the difference between him & most of them, wasn't it? he'd spent so much time in this life that he was .. numb to a lot of the pain at this point. he learned how to. he had to. but most of the younger godlings were still in the midst of it. hands moved from harley's face down to his arms, one across his back to pull him closer, the other gently nudged his legs until he could hold him against is chest, his cheek against the top of the younger demigod's hair. "shhh. y'know.. my ex almost killed me. that wasn't the reason we broke up." more quiet now, because he... was quite selective in who he shared is secrets with. "think i'll be fine. 'sides, you're too cute to be evil." silas didn't make the rules. "you tell anybody i said that, i'm gonna make you regret it, though."
of course harley knew that silas was right about it meaning that it shouldn’t try. but when you had spent so long doing one thing, pushing those emotions down, being told that your emotions were your biggest weakness by the one person in the world who was supposed to prop you up and show you had to process your emotions in a healthy way, was the one who was tearing you down on the daily from such a young age. it was hard to change what he felt was already ingrained into who he was. he knew the way he dealt with things and pushed them down wasn’t a healthy was of doing things, he was trying to change that, he really was. “honest question, why do you care if i push my emotions and feelings down or not?”
the son of hera couldn’t help the smile that had formed on his lips at silas’ next statement, it was probably the first genuine smile he had had all day, in all honesty. “ooh are you gonna take me, si?” he asked with a hum, smile fading a little, he knew his constant flirting could be a lot for people, it was something he got told often growing up in texas, actually he often heard that his entire personality was too much at times, he knew he made silas flustered several times a day by some of his comments, he wasn’t sure if it was something silas agreed with, if it was something that made the man uncomfortable, he’d stop it in an instant, that’s the last thing he wanted. he just enjoyed seeing him get flustered.
he knew silas was right that anyone could have started it, of course he was right. but that didn’t shut the part of his brain that was constantly telling him that it was all his fault. atticus nearly dying was his fault. the fight was his fault. winter, the boy he cared about so much getting trampled and hurt was his fault. and they were all going to hate him, it was the only thing he was good at. getting people to hate him. “i’m a psychic and empath,” he spoke, his tone of voice softer than he usually was. “and i couldn’t even read a room and tell that it wasn’t a good idea to attack them. hera must be so ashamed of me.” there was still a part of him that still believed the vampires were bad news and had bad intentions with them all along. but he wasn’t going to mention that, not like the others would believe him anyway, he had messed up the quest once already, he couldn’t do it again. “we don’t know each other that well but i always have your back, silas. no matter what.”
“yeah, I know what my so called family were. but i was a kid, those things are ingrained in my mind. maybe for the rest of my life.” the fingers of his left hand found silas’ legs and resting there, thumb stroking over the skin, his eyes gazing into the older mans, face leaning into the touch of those large hands. he really wasn’t used to this, being cared about, told that he was enough, it was a strange sensation. with a nod of his head, harley gave a small smile. he was a psychology major, he knew what he had before this wasn’t a real family, but when it’s all you’ve ever known it’s hard to separate your feelings. but he knew being at this camp, with these people, it felt more like a family than he had ever had before. “a real family is all i ever wanted. people who just loved me the way I loved them. unconditionally. without wanting to gain something from it. maybe this is my chance to get it. or maybe i’m just being a hopeful idiot again.”
“you’re here for now,” he told him, he could feel his heart rate spiking up as he seen silas moving closer to him, his body telling him to run out of the room. “once you really get to know me, get to see what everyone else sees in me, you’re be bolting in the opposite direction.”
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he could've prepared a lecture of great magnitude, he could've unleashed the anger, he could've kicked a man already on the ground, but at what cost? would it make up for what happened? what was done .. was done. what happened after wasn't his concern, it wasn't his place to step in. he was not responsible for them. he may have put the burden of protectorship upon himself for everybody a selected few, but that didn't authorize him to lead their lives for them. if he did, then how would they ever learn, right? but when they came to him to ask for guidance - which he could very much use himself right now, thank you, he couldn't send them away. he had to do the very best he could in offering the support nobody else could give them. it was always different when a fellow youngling had your back, or someone like him. someone older. he'd once fallen for that fake feeling of safety, too, but it carried him through the worst of it back when he needed it.
he could be that safety net for others & if he got to share some of his expertise while at it... why should he decline? but this... was something he didn't want to be part of. he didn't want to worry. he didn't want to feel like the father fighting rebellious teenagers. he didn't sign up for that. or for the tightness in his chest when he saw them hurt. "disappointed? ah, big word. not one i'd use." never. he'd heard it plenty. enough to fill the entire infirmary. but that wasn't it. "i ain't gonna lecture you on how reckless you were, how stubborn an' careless, cause you know. you know lars coulda died 'cause of you. we all could've an' i'm sure you're beatin' yourself up plenty. chiron an' xanthe choose the groups for a reason. they know what's needed, they know to balance our strengths. lookin' at you, i'm sure you know. but... that ain't.. it." he moved closer into the room, standing by the side of the bed, hands in his pockets as he assessed the damage in its final form. "i'm... jus' glad you're okay." hand on the younger godling's shoulder, gentle squeeze & hoping not to press anything that hurt. did he realize how close that was? he could've died.
rarely ever a slow day in realm of demigods, persistently afflicted with an onslaught of unforeseen quandaries and never-ending missions ; and how incredibly fucked up was it that he felt a semblance of relief to be hurt if it meant a few days away from the turbulence ? he thought it would be a peaceful and quiet time, a stretch where he could just think and recalibrate his approach to meet objectives after making such a stupid mistake that could have cost not only his own life but also lars. and sometimes, it was just easier to draw himself away from everyone else. maybe he would feel less guilty with the next mistake if he didn't feel as entangled with their lives, if he stopped yearning to belong with the rest of them. how selfish. how pathetic. a liability with all intuition and no instinct. but kieran had always been this way ────── engrossed by all the details that it was difficult for him to sense whenever danger was closing in. or maybe he knew danger was there and he just wanted to tempt fate anyway.
but even when he was stuck in a bed, it felt like he still wasn't free from fate's little games. he was not exactly the most popular nor the most amiable person around, did not expect the other demigods to pay enough attention to notice absence or care enough to visit even if they do. and yet ────── one by one, some of the demigods poured in anyway. but kieran dreaded this the most : a conversation with silas. he even had a whole strategy planned to ward off the inevitable. an active avoidance, working around schedules, the silent treatment, like a sullen child trying to avoid his father's disappointed admonishments.
not that he saw silas as a father figure. of course not.
not that all those meticulous planning mattered now anyway.
" if you've got something to say, you should say it. " question ignored, adrenaline had completely worn off and the wince of pain at every little movement should be a good enough answer for now. the mysterious woman that did this to him had to be another demigod, perhaps a child of amaterasu herself. kieran wanted to see her again one day. " c'mon. i know you want to. " i told you so. i told you so. i told you so. he had already imagined it so many times in varying degrees of indifference and disappointment. his tongue clicked, a humorless smile pulling at the edges of his lips. " but you're fighting a losing battle if you think you're more disappointed than i am with myself. "
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"funny." little huff, though silas was far from upset. how could he? jay had a way of being ..just enough of a tease without being an annoyance & silas enjoyed it greatly. not that he'd tell the other demigod as much. did he, though? the little shit probably knew silas wouldn't tolerate him if he didn't. eh. didn't really matter. he didn't know what ..it was they had, but he also wasn't going to ask. too early anyway. for now he enjoyed it.
silas didn't expect them to train, not ..really. well, maybe a little. he had a few more sets to do before dinner, but for now he was content just ... letting the other explore a bit. it wasn't every day that he took others down here. it wasn't fancy in.. a fancy way, but for gyms? definitely on the fancier side. it had pretty much everything he could wish for. fingers sliding along one of the walls as he walked further inside, he turned to look at the other when he spoke. "punch you? nah." he had something else ...entirely he wanted to do in that ring, but that was a discussion they should have later. without many words. maybe. "depends on the day. the time. my mood. dumbbell's the easiest way to warm up." he could show him, surely. silas had a few exercises he felt worked best for him. he knew jay would enjoy the show & he...didn't mind putting it on.
"usually do a few repeats.."
"i have seen it, actually," he said, waiting a beat before he went on, lazy smirk stretching over his face, "oh you mean the gym. yeah, i was waiting for that invite..." it was curious to see the sort of things the others had in their cabins, and how they presented themselves, but he didn't think silas needed that commentary, so he just looked around picturing him going through the room, training. pushing himself like jesse knew he did. truthfully jesse was more the type to enjoy their naps and other activities than actual training but... sacrifices had to be made, and silas was certainly an upside to any gym.
if he had been hesitant to take the jump before, now he was hesitant to follow through, and he was far too tired to analyze it all through. it was easier than usual to ignore the sweatpants, damn sweatpants!, and tanktop that barely hid his chest. if he didn't know better he'd think silas was trying to show off, to... seduce him. then again, jesse was wearing skimpy shorts and a shirt that was likely to come off once he started sweating so he didn't have high ground here. "okay..." artificial light, he might be able to obscure the place if needed, get a little power up from the darkness, not that he'd need it here but it was good practice thinking like this, "this is nice... i hope you don't wanna punch me in that ring. that wouldn't be a fair fight." he teased, "show me what you do here."
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it was a good little display, maybe even a little impressive & silas appreciated the effort taken to placate his capabilities in front of a fellow godling. eyeing the handaxe stuck in a dummy's neck, he gave a little nod & a firm handshake later, he rumbled a little "sure looks like it, ezra. who's your parent? mine's kratos." which was pleasing silas most likely almost as much as it did the new demigod in camp. "you're gonna need it. once you're here.. sure feels like everybody'n everything 's out to kill ya."
he truly looked like someone silas could ... train with, long term hopefully. someone who didn't run away from a proper fight & the gods knew he needed someone like that. there was no fighting that ares kid, he learned his lesson. "advice, do with it what you want. don't trust anythin' anymore, they let us have the day off at disneyland an' we almost died." he was.. still not quite over that. not that he even wanted to go, but the others had dragged him along been pretty convincing.
Once he stopped being all petulant about it all, Ezra came to realize that practicing with all of the weapons in the training grounds wasn't all that bad. Having something with some substantial weight between his hands as he pummeled a training dummy over and over? He might not have good form down yet but it was real fucking cathartic, that's for sure.
Ezra looked over his shoulder when he heard the voice, only raising an eyebrow in response. There was no reason to confirm that he was new- they both knew it. The second part, though, that was something he could (hopefully) confirm.
He'd been trying to see if he could handle wielding one heavy weapon in one hand and a lighter secondary in the other. Since he needed to free up one of them, the newer demigod turned towards one of the further away training dummies and chucked the handaxe, lodging it just enough that it stayed put.
Hand now free, he matched grin with grin as he shook the offered hand. "Ezra. I think I'm gettin' the hang of it."
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location: kratos cabin
silas ... was a peculiar creature. sometimes habit led him astray, sometimes... it did the leading. sometimes he just went for it & hoped for the best. but after almost getting crushed at tiana's bayou adventure... he was ... beyond habit, beyond worry, beyond debating whether someone should see his room or not. he didn't fucking care.
he still held onto harley's hand. he wasn't sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. he also thought his hand was just so tense, as was his body, that he ...couldn't physically let go. didn't matter, he wasn't going to let him stumble back to his own cabin after that.
once inside, he just... dragged them both towards his bedroom. boots kicked off, harley's were removed carefully, as was his shirt, followed by his very own - which was the only time he allowed for their hands to ...part. they could shower tomorrow. fuck, he really didn't care right now. maybe they should eat. but he couldn't be bothered & he was sure harley felt the same. if not worse.
so, when he'd stripped down to his boxer briefs, he climbed onto his bed & just ... collapsed. yeah, he'd just .. never get up again.
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BLINDSIDED
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST - send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse’s past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did (atticus is the only one who knows about this atm :3)
it hurts.
fuck, is this how it ends?
soft grunts fill the dark, the sound of flesh squelching echoing in the space between his ears, loud & unrelenting. he ...felt sick at the sound alone.
it hurts.
— gods, it hurts.
eyes snapped open to find the world flying, peaceful & calm, the sun setting in the far distance. he could almost get lost in the sight, he felt his heart rate slow with every second he stared into the dark, deep red of a beautiful sundown. he should take more time to appreciate what nature had to offer. he lived a life of materialism & forgot what really mattered sometimes, but bills needed to be paid, right?
maybe this wasn't the end after all. maybe he was just getting started.
oh yeah, he had to be dreaming or why was everything upside down? right? & why were the voices louder than usual? louder than the subtle whispers in his ears, the little devil on his shoulders - or something the angel, though... rarely that one. they just wouldn't stop.
silas. silas. silas. SILAS!
"..the fuck you want?" his voice a low rasp, barely audible even to himself, which snapped him out of whatever gentle sleep he'd been lulling himself into.
the first time eyes blinked open once more, the world was still upside down, but blurrier than before - a dark red shimmer obscuring his vision, though he could still see someone stepping into his line of sight. still upside down.
hand against his cheek, gentle & warm, he wanted it to stop. don't fucking touch me. but the words wouldn't come. eyes meet his own, they ... looked concerned - like he was in trouble. was he?
the pain is sharp, it's searing hot in his side, like it's trying to tear out a part of him. "fuck." voice soft, barely audible still & silas wondered why the hell he couldn't get the words out he wanted, curse up a storm & fucking take names.
the voices kept hissing, whispering in that sweet, alluring tone in his ears, but it didn't make sense. nothing did.
hold him.
hold his head.
you've got to keep him awake.
shit, he's blacking out.
do something!
it's the arm! there's too much blood. oh god.
which was about the same time silas coughed, but it wasn't the usual dry-spending-all-day-in-the-desert-sand cough, it was ... full. warm. red & dripping down his face.
fucking hold his head up! he's gonna choke on his blood!
he ... knew that voice. corporal. shit, did he fall asleep on night shift again? he promised that'd never happen again. fuck, he was in so much trouble. he didn't need another i'm so disappointed in you speech. he got enough of those for a fucking lifetime. but he still couldn't bring himself to speak.
then his vision went dark, but ..it wasn't him. someone covered it. someone..something... when he came to again, he could see. his unit, they were all standing around him, some in full armor, some .. not. but the majority of them were.. bloody. what the fuck happened?
so cold.
"si, si, listen. you gotta stay awake!"
"ah.. shit. ow. the fuck's happening?"
"you're gonna be okay, you hear? just don't move. they're coming as fast as they can."
— who?
who's coming?
who's...coming where?
"put pressure on it!"
they did & silas groaned, his body convulsing against his will, one of his hands ... stuck while the other came up to find his face, fist pressed against his lips. he pulled the other & was met with resistance.
"don't, stop it. si! don't move, damnit!"
"why?" why did his body hurt? what did he do? why couldn't he focus? why was he so cold? he could feel his teeth clatter, but they were in the damn desert. another tug. nobody ever said he was smart.
"do that again, i swear to god, i'll knock you out."
"hurts... it hurts." voice shaking, his eyes found his corporal's & that's where they stayed. irrevocably. they forever would.
"i know, i know, baby. you got this. please, don't fall asleep. don't give in. i know you're a stubborn little shit, be.. be stubborn. f-for me." a pair of blood-soaked hands cupped his face & he wasn't sure why it dawned on him then, but ..it did.
he was dying, wasn't he?
his parents were right. he'd die in a puddle of his own blood & nobody would give a shit. well, at least he wasn't alone, right?
head lifted a little, it'd been held up by someone anyway & he couldn't help a weak little laugh at the sight, coughing up more blood. what a fucking joke. he couldn't even die properly, struck down by an enemy in a brave gunfight defending his home country. or something.
a fence would strike him down.
— seriously?
he could see it sticking out of his body, an impressive piece of metal sticking out of the left side of his abdomen & another got his arm. fuckin' hell. that explained the blinding hot pain tearing his insides apart.
weak little chuckle, cough followed, rocking his body on the fence again, which had the entire group huddled up around him hold their breaths. "you tell my folks the truth ...how.. how i died, i'll .. i'll fucking haunt your ass." eyes so heavy, he really just wanted to nap. everything was so heavy, always. now, right now he felt light. like .. like he could fly if he just wished for it hard enough.
up up & away.
away from condescending eyes & ridiculing sneers. it was so easy, wasn't it? all he had to do was...give in. sounded simple enough. simple enough for him to manage, surely.
"don't you fucking dare." soft growl in his ear & he knew who... who it was. ugh.
"'s fine. i'm.. okay." he could be free.
"no. stop. you're not gonna die here. i'm not gonna go, you can't either. it's my damn fault, so you're gonna pull yourself together and you're gonna fucking keep your eyes open."
sigh.
"please, si. i'm sorry. i'm sorry."
he did realize everybody was watching, right? weren't they supposed to be a secret? hm.
wait, what did he mean.. his fault?
hold...on. he was... he was.. they were alone & he was behaving like an idiot, silas didn't get it.
you're a spy. tell me why. was any of it real? hm?
he... still didn't get it. why would he think that?
he remembered them arguing, one yelling louder than the other; heart rates through the roof & then... fuck. he remembered. palms had soared closer, had pressed against his chest & pushed him over the railing in one strong... push.
words still ringing in his ear now that he remembered the scene in vivid detail, his heart clenched. those words were meant to be the last thing he heard
"maybe in another life we can be happy, i'm sorry si. i really loved you."
the medics in the area brought blood, but they didn't have the necessary tools to free him, so silas was stuck on that fence with his entire unit sitting by him.. for six hours.
silas had tyche on his side that night, the fence missed vital organs by mere inches & after a few months, he was back on his feet, though - despite a thorough explanation afterwards ... trust... between lovers was broken.
& then... there was karma.
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