P R I N C E S S

Alaric had been pretty much MIA while he recovered from his match with Corey. Ares' kid really rocked his shit and he was just getting back to feeling his wrist roll without a popping sound. He came to a stand still doing that very motion of rolling his wrist as Henry spoke up to him from the luxury of the pool. "Not afraid. Just heard there be sharks in the waters and thought it safer to stay dry." Cheeky humor delivered pretty dryly as he looked to the only person in the water. "Respectfully decline the swim. I got knocked on me ass by the Ares son. Need to get back into the motion of things."

admittedly, the remark was remarkably witty and earned a playful eye roll from henry. banter and clever retorts were apparently part of their dynamic now. but given the history between them, he wasn't exactly surprised. "you're probably right. it'd be a shame for a ravenous beast to devour every inch of your body," the english royal replied, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. he shrugged and lifted out of the pool without even so much as lifting a single muscle. the lessons with felix has helped tremendously with honing his innate ability to fly. "careful, i heard some sharks function just as well on dry land."

location: on his way to the cabins from the mess hall

determined to find answers to his unsolved questions, henri decided to spend another day in the library. the blond was starting to get war flashbacks to his university days with the amount of research he needed to conduct. en route to the building, henry stumbled upon a fresh face he's never seen before. he blinked at the attractive man before taking a long glance at the aforementioned drink. "looks to be a cosmopolitan. probably spiked with something else. but, it suits you." henry smiled and extended a hand. "my name's henry, by the way. and you are?"

oh hey, he wasn't from here. he knew half the country's population thought the british accent hot, but felix ... found it cute. especially on a demigod who struggled to fly - it seemed. lucky coincidence he was around & not someone else who couldn't fly. he didn't have wings, so.. not nike's. he should know which others had the ability to fly, but other than the most obvious - zeus, felix didn't really know.

imagining being squished like a fly made henry's face turn a bit pale. funny how he never worried about becoming a splatter on the ground when piloting a plane in the air force. yet for some reason, flying through magical means was far more dangerous with an increased likelihood of him falling to his demise. he marveled at his savior's large feathery wings and smiled. "charmed i'm sure, felix. my name's henry," he replied, pleased to have landed back on his two feet without any broken bones. the blond let out a sigh of relief and gave a single not of his head in appreciation.

It reminded him of the good ol' days. When they were just to 'mates' sneaking around behind closed doors. Eventually the prolonged stares and need to be close to one another wouldn't go unnoticed for long. Things were simpler when they could just be them without titles. Sadly it looked like simple would be a thing of the past now that they were the children of gods. His fingers slipped in between Henry's glad remembering how they could never do this in public before. It made him start to squeeze tighter but then remembered his new strength. He would need to be gentle. "Ay, I'll even put my hands behind my head and let you do all the work." Might be safer that way. Once they were inside Zeus' cabin, Alaric didn't care much about the decor. He grabbed Henry and spun him around to pin against the wall. Kissing deep and longing, as if he'd been waiting a long time for that. "Ok, where too?"

the sore frustrations and bitterness from his loss were quick to disappear. alaric was an incredible warrior, one who deserved to gloat once and a while for his prowess in the battlefield. even prideful little henry could admit that. "hands behind your head? my favorite pillow princess wants to stay still and give me all the fun?" he asked, unable to stop himself from teasing alaric a little. truth be told, henry looked forward to reigniting the flames of the past. he led the way to the zeus cabin, pleasantly surprised to be met with a pair of luscious lips once the two of them reached the threshold. he returned the kiss with equal passion, running his hands through alaric's curly dark locks in a tender fashion. "up the stairs. or do you fancy doing the deed here? choice is yours," he provocatively suggested, already starting the process of stripping down.

The dynamic had surely changed. Henry was often if not always the winner in most things. What his crown didn't protect him from his prowess in combat did. He wasn't just some soft royal enlisted because it was required of him, he was actually good through Academy and beyond. The game of "Bend The Knee" might've even been started by him. The winner getting to throat fuck the other while they were on bended knee. Aalaric didn't hate the result as much as he did losing a fight against Henry but things had changed. He nodded like a puppy nuzzling his face into Henry's neck. Confirming his want of that exactly attention. "I do indeed. We should probably go to yer cabin. Mines isn't really built for visitors." His lips finding way to Henry's ear. "I canna wait to have those lips on me cock again."

with one last frustrated huff, henry rose back up to his feet and dusted himself off. he never remembered alaric hitting so damn hard before. of course, neither of them dueled with giant blades in the past — but something could be said about the new skills they've acquired during the five or so years. he welcomed the affectionate nuzzle, pleased to be receiving tenderness from alaric for once. henri missed his ex lover's touches and caresses. everything about the son of kratos drove him wild. a desire and yearning beyond that of the magical pheromones contaminating the air. "alright, come to my cabin. i'll praise and worship the way a glorious victor should." he grabbed hold of alaric's hand and led the way to his abode in camp.

@henryxwindsor

as it would appear, flying was a lot easier when he's on an actual plane with him as the pilot. ever since he arrived at camp, henry wanted nothing more than to master his innate divine powers and access them to their fullest potential. he got the hang of lifting heavy items and shooting bolts of lightning from his fingertips fairly quickly. however, he somehow couldn't figure out a way to remain afloat.

Something about your phone number being automatically provided to the guests was a little unethical, even for Kane whose entire career seemed to revolve around something unethical at one point or another, so the messages were always unexpected. What was even more unexpected was the man who had sent them, and subsequently booked him in for a session. Nicholas Ridgemount, some kid from some British Royal, Kane didn't know the details, that had always been something his Ma had been into. He knocked on the cabin door, waited for permission and then entered the room, finally greeted by the unexpectedly handsome man sat before him.

typically when nicholas demanded something, he more often than not got his way. the same applied for those who caught his eye. luckily, the system in place on the island catered to such a lifestyle. even when those heavily desired had the option to say no and downright refuse. fortunately for him, the dashing southerner accepted his invitation and they had the day all to themselves. "is that so?" he asked, taking note of the ruling in place for booking staff members. "then i suppose it's a good thing i'm a punctual man. i have a feeling you'll be paying me quite a lot of visits, darling," nicholas retorted with a playful simper.