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“sorry.” he said in a tone that didn’t show any sort of apology in it, cuddling up cutely between the two of them when cameron wrapped his arms around him. “thanks… dad who’s younger than me. you guys are stuck with me.” keith poked hyacinth’s cheek teasingly, knowing how much the other hated it when emphasized how he’s a few months older than him. “how long has this been going on between you two?” he wondered curiously. “i hate how both of you told me you like someone, and then it ends up being liking each other.”

Hyacinth narrowed his eyes at Keith, resisting the childish urge to pinch him. “By four months!” The resisting didn’t last long, as, Hyacinth swapped out pinching for tugging a strand of the other’s hair. “Ever since we were kids, you’d always have to point that out.” He huffed, his eyes still narrowed. Hyacinth tugged on Keith’s hair again. “And not that he’s my boyfriend, but get off my boyfriend. I will hurt you.” Hyacinth was the opposite of threatening in this just-woken-up state. He was already tiny with his puffy cheeks and wide eyes, causing him to have to put every ounce of scary he had in his gaze, he was a son of Hades after all. “Well you are slow. How did you not work it out?” He teased

Hyacinth nodded, enjoying the idea of the polaroids going up in flame, maybe along with parts of him that couldn’t let go of the past, couldn’t quite move on. Sometimes, rare times, he felt like he had maybe moved past the whole Elias situation, but then the reality of how much damage those six months had done on him, mentally and otherwise, would set in and he’d be back to square one, holeing himself up in his room tracing and retracing his many scars. He felt something different now though. Maybe he was permanently changed, scarred, but perhaps that didn’t mean he broken or unworthy. Hyacinth let out a something that could only be described as something halfway between a snort and a scoff as he buried his face once more in the crook of the other’s neck. “Whatever you say baby.” He mumbled, eyelids heavy. One hand was still absentmindedly twisting through Cameron’s hair. “You’re especially scary when you fall asleep wherever you happen to be.” He laughed softly. “Right now? Aren’t you tired?”

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“what-” he looked between the two of them, and suddenly, so many things made sense. keith knew that both of them had someone in their lives, but now, he was seeing them together and he didn’t know what to say. “oh.” he nodded slowly, still looking so lost and confused. “oh! i- wow…” and his usual grin slowly started to appear on his face. keith approached the bed and immediately threw himself in between them. “look at you two, boyfriends! i only came here for the cuddles and i’m suddenly feeling betrayed. don’t think you can get rid of me yet.”

Hyacinth felt heat creep into his face when ‘seeing each other’ came out of Cameron’s mouth. He covered his face with one hand, hoping it hid the small smile on his face as annoyance. He didn’t know exactly how he had wanted Keith to find about about he and Cameron, but it wasn’t bursting in on them. When their friend threw himself between then, Hyacinth squeaked a little. “Gods Keith!” He pulled the sheets up himself farther. “Warn me before you jump on me next time.” He huffed, poking Keith in the side. “We can’t get rid of you silly, you’re our child.”

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if keith was honest with himself, it was his own fault he ruined his sleep. he was up early, but was sleepier than he’d ever been. if there’s one place he liked to go to, to sleep longer, it was cameron’s bunk. he thought his friend would be asleep, so he’d walked in like he usually does, not realizing he opened the door a little too roughly. he smiled when he saw that hyacinth was there too, but that only lasted a second, because it dropped when he realized what was happening. “did i just see you kissing him?!” he asked, maybe a little loudly. he was in complete shock, he didn’t realize most of what he was doing. keith was used to all the cuddles, to seeing the other two being close. but he never saw them like that. “and you’re shirtless too!!”

Hyacinth sat up along with Cameron, pulling the sheets up himself a little, but figuring there wasn’t a great way to hide this situation. Regardless of that knowledge, his brain was moving fast trying to find a way to explain being half naked in a bed with his “’friend”” and kissing him. With how much the three of them are around each other, he was a little surprised Keith didn’t already know. He had a wild moment of wanting to make a ridiculous excuse, like they were simply talking very close or he was checking if Cameron’s lips were properly moisturized… you know, purely platonic things. His mouth hung open, at a slight loss for words. Hyacinths eyes darted around the room, as if it had answers to give him. Finally, he looked to Cameron. “I’ll let you take this one.” He sighed, running hands down his face.

   Hyacinth didn’t want to open his eyes just yet. Cameron’s arms were secured around him, enveloping him in warmth. He didn’t know what time it was, but he couldn’t find himself caring. Something about being in the Hypnos cabin and in Cameron’s arms made him feel like he could stay there for hours. He turned, eyes opening to look at the other. He brought his fingers up to gently trace along the other’s eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, and around his lips. Hyacinth smiled to himself, he liked how peaceful Cameron looked when he was asleep. “Morning… I think” He mumbled before cupping the other boy’s face, kissing him. At that inopportune moment the door to Cameron’s ‘bunk’ slammed open and in walked Keith, such to Hyacinth’s horror that he nearly fell out of the bed, but fortunately the arms locked around him kept him in place. Instead he froze, face inches from Cameron’s and eyes wide, looking at their friend in shock. 

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Rose nearly choked on his toothpaste as someone came through the window, hands slapped down right where he was. A small scream, muffled by the pink toothbrush in his mouth, came out of his throat. “Goddammit!” He let out, looking  at the other with perplexity for a few moments. “Do you often climb through cabin windows? Is it a hobby of yours or something?” 

 “This probably isn’t even half of them.” He told the other, still shuffling through the pictures.”He was always taking pictures. I thought it was cute in the beginning, but then… Well  he was obviously insane. I’m not sure how I didn’t notice.” He cleared his throat, keeping tears down.  “Why rip them up when we can burn them and pray for his painful death?” He , Hyacinth crumpled up a particularly disturbing one of himself, one eye bruised closed, being forced to smile for the camera through pain and tossed it. “We can burn the rest of them. Make a night of it.” He joked, his heart not really in it.  He dropped the other polaroids onto the floor with a thump. Hyacinth met the other’s eyes, smiling softly as he gently uncurled Cameron’s fingers from the ball they were in, and laced them with his own, pressing their palms together, and kissing the back of the other’s hand. He was hoping none of this was too jarring for him. Perhaps it was cruel to lay his problems at his friend’s feet. That’s why he had never given Cameron all the details. That, and  he and couldn’t quite face them, himself. “I’m not sixteen and trapped in  shitty motel anymore. He doesn’t get to bruise me even from the past. Besides,” He ran his free hand through the other’s hair and grinned. “I’ve got a terrifying son of Hypos to protect me.”

Achilles had just returned to his room after taking a shower when he heard something moving from the window. He turned and saw a boy. “Wrong cabin?” he raised with a raised brow. “`Cause we`re all gay here, and I don`t think you`re Kai`s type.”

Avi stood there, stunned, watching someone climb through her bathroom window. Her hand, holding her toothbrush, paused mid-air as she tried to process the situation. She only snapped out of her shocked state when the boy spoke. “What the fuck do you even think you’re doing.” she said with something between disbelieve and anger.

Hyacinth brought his arms up to snake around Cameron, lacing his fingers together at the other’s lower back, as he slumped onto him. Hyacinth lightly kissed his shoulder before placing his cheek there, face nestled in the crook of the other’s neck. He stayed like that, for a few minutes, the silence and warmth of Cameron’s body nearly lulling him to sleep, but his thoughts could not rest. As he began to speak, he trailed his fingers over the other’s back, feeling all the bumps of his spine. “I don’t think he’s here. I’m not sure how he got it to me, but if he had stepped foot in Camp, I’d be dead or with him right now.” He said quietly. He took  a moment to savor Cameron’s warmth before peeling away from him, and pulling the contents of the envelope out: a stack of pictures. He shuffled through them. “They’re of me.” Polaroids that looked like they had been handled many times, some pictures even crumpled, as if Elias had crushed them and then thought better of it and smoothed them out. A few even had small holes at the top, indicating that they were hung up. The one on the top was a close up of his face, a fresh wound creeping across it. Hyacinth trailed his fingers over his own skin, over the scars that wound had left. Others were of him sleeping, more wounds, bruises, a few of Elias kissing his busted lips. There were also some taken from early on, of a sixteen year old Hyacinth, smiling, eyes crinkled and teeth bared. “Some are worse than others.” 

Hyacinth climbed into the bed and sat opposite him, knees against the other. “Well, maybe you don’t have to come with me.” His smile faded slightly from his face as he took out an envelope. “I just.. I thought maybe fresh air would be nice when this actually settles in and I eventually freak out.” He held up the ripped open envelope.  “It’s from Elias.” He looked down at the sheets for a moment. “I’m sorry for waking you up, but I didn’t know what to do.” He twirled it, a sad smile on his face. “My mind hasn’t wrapped around it yet. And I just know that when it does I need someone with me…”

Sneaking into the Hypnos Cabin in the dead of night was much easier than Hyacinth had been anticipating. Surely he had done it before, but never alone. He sat on Cameron’s bed, burying fingers in the other’s messy hair twirling strands between his fingers. “It’s 2 AM, and I definitely have no good reason for waking you up at such an unholy hour.” He laughed softly, still running fingers through the other’s hair.. “But I do have a reason. I need you to come with me.” He poked the other lightly in the cheek. “I also have food, if that helps sway you.”

This was not the first time Hyacinth had subconsciously compared Cameron to the man who nearly ruined his life three years ago. He didn’t know when it had started, but a list in the back his head had formed at some point in time. Something to touch on when the line between the past’s cruelties and the present was blurred. Even the small things made the list. He went through it now, when a slight sense of panic grew behind his navel. Cameron’s touch was lighter, his words softer, hands warmer, heart kinder. His kisses weren’t rough, lips not bloody or split because of a night’s spent doing gods know what. Their fingers felt right laced together instead of like two puzzle pieces cut apart to fit. Cameron was gentle, he was good. Cameron would not hurt him. With this last thought echoing around his mind, he wrapped his arms tightly around the other. “I did feel something.” He spoke into the other’s chest. “I feel something every time”

At his friend’s words, Hyacinth shrunk in on himself a little bit. He was hurting the other, he knew it, but his sense of emotional preservation was running high. It had been a long time since he let anyone close to him, much less in this way. When Cameron’s lips met his own, his chest filled with fire, he couldn’t help but kiss back, notting his hands in the bottom of other’s sweatshirt, grip tight enough to turn his fingers white. He chased after the kiss, face following Cameron’s for a moment, before his eyes opened. His gaze was caught on his friend’s, holding it for a few moments. His grip on the sweatshirt tightened impossibly as he lowered his head and pressed lightly on Cameron’s chest, letting a few hot tears out of his tightly shut eyes. “This is hard for me.” He choked out. “I don’t know if I can do this.” There was a long pause before he muttered, “Everyone always leaves me.”

Hyacinth could tell the other was annoyed, angry even, and he did his best to ignore it. The same way he was doing his best to ignore his own heartbeat in his ears. He felt like an animal that had been cornered, and wanted nothing more than to escape. Hyacinth didn’t want to think about the situation between them- didn’t know if he could -and he sure as hell didn’t want to talk about it. He turned his back to Cameron abruptly, letting out a breathy noise of distress, finally betraying his emotions as he ran his hands down his face. “Well I don’t want to talk about it. ” He turned back. “ What is there to talk about? ”