UNITED IN DARKNESS

“I would have knocked, but I forgot to put a door on top of my own cabin,” Obi says in means of an “apology”, looking around at the view from up here. It wasn’t bad, all in all. Nothing compared to Tucker, of course. “You almost died?” he repeats, full of doubt. Tucker has a tendency to dramatize some events. “Well, technically I got dumped for the third time by the same guy. So I kind of almost died. Kind of wished I did, to be honest.” He takes Tucker’s phone from him and turns the camera on the other. “I’ll take the picture for you. Strike a pose. And don’t pucker your lips.”

“IT’S OKAY! ... THIS TIME.” tucker shoots obelius the warmest smile possible, nodding steadfast. “yeah, just came back from hell and everything,” he says, matter-of-factly, “it’s a lot nicer than you’d think! no dinosaurs like you’d think, tho.” his entire story is derailed by the fact that the son of pan has been dumped not once, not twice, but thrice by the same person - and tucker can’t help the bellowing laughter that escapes him. “what are you, like, desperate?” regardless, he poses as rigidly as possible, lips puckered and jaw clenched. “who’s the lucky guy, anyway?”

    Leon shot back offhandedly, “Thousand dollars on a macro-level doesn’t do much to a cause but cool.” Though he reeled in his fustration, remembering he wasn’t projecting it onto Tucker but saving it for someone else. “I just assumed cause of your dad and powers you’d—” he shook his head, “Never mind and I’ll keep my lips sealed, though campaigning?” he wasn’t sure why the fellow demigod felt the need to do that or why this camp made it seem that way but Leon just shrugged it off—as he did most of his godly responsibilities. “Put all the blame on me, frankly I don’t give a shit about my trial or what my dad wants me to do at the moment…but you got my vote bud.” With that he unzipped his duffel bag and began pulling out random small pint size paint jugs and a sketch of a very poorly laid out plan. “So Ignacio is a bit on my shit list and since beating others up here will probably get me more in trouble than anything…I’m thinking we just wreck the shit out of his cabin….”  

“ON A WHAT?” tucker furrows his brows. “it was for saving TURTLES, not making microwaves, silly.” he reaches forward and boops leon right on the nose, shifting his weight between feet. “i guess we’re just two different people, you know? i’m excited to spend the rest of my life ruling over, like... hell. that place is gonna be so freakin lit once i’m done with it. ...maybe you could even be my queen,” he flirts both obviously and obnoxiously. leon’s idea is... an idea, for sure, but tucker can’t help but scrunch his nose up at the plan. “what, like, just break his stuff...? you’re lucky you’re hot, lele.” tucker flashes the son of kratos a smile as he looks over the sketch, pursing lips in thought. “i say we really frick with him, you know? like, drop a dead animal on his doorstep and write 'YOU HAVE 7 DAYS’ in blood. something light and fun but scary as hell, you know? give him a lil spook, keep him on his toes!” 

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Obelius thought he was the only too-excited-to-sleep soul tonight, but coming home to find Tucker Rhee on top of the Pan cabin makes him reconsider. “What the fuck,” he asks no one in particular, before he climbs up to check on the other boy. “I know the new wifi reception is the best up here, but at least ask before you climb on my roof, man.”

TUCKER IS TOO BUSY TAKING selfies to notice obelius as he approaches, startling with surprise. “jeez! don’t you know better than to sneak up on people???” he asks, sitting up from where he’s laying on the man’s roof. “i can go wherever i want, obi-wan - i almost, like, died tonight. did you?” tucker peels the sunglasses from his face, then, despite it being the middle of the night, and shoots him a disarming smile. “no? i didn’t think so! so, like, shoo - it’s good vibes only up here.” 

TUCKER; Don’t Ask or Tell

    The door of the Hades’ cabin flung open, whilst a raging demigod takes shape as the son of Kratos barges in with a black duffel bag and furrowed brow. “—You in the mood to piss off Nacho Libre son-of-a-bitch?”  Leon made himself home among Tucker’s space, as if he’s visited this cabin multiples times instead of it being his first. “ I need your help with something and you are the only person I think will go along with it if asked nicely and there’s promise of destruction involved.” For Leon he was heated over a certain event that happened at the Valentine’s Day party, one particular annoyance that might have addled a son of Pan. “I just need you to change into all black, promise me you won’t ask to many question, and if we succeed after all of this I’ll owe you a favor….same deal. No questions and-ifs-or-buts…deal?”

TUCKER COULDN’T HIDE THE JUMP he does as his door flies open - though, when he sees it’s just leon, unhinged as usual, he sighs a breath of relief. “hiiiieeee lele---” he calls, standing from where he’s sitting (an armchair, reading a wellness book he’d picked up from a library back in egypt). his brows furrow as the man talks, though, scratching his cheek idly. “um, first of all, i donated $1,000 to save the turtles before i came to camp, so --- like, i love the planet, and hate destruction and stuff.” he shifts his weight between his feet unceremoniously. “but also, i’m so down. if anyone asks, you did it yourself, ‘k? i’m kind of campaigning for my trial and it’ll look bad if i’m caught, like, sabotaging someone else.” 

Remy was very much the party boy back during his mortal life. Late nights out that blended into morning, under the influence to point he couldn’t keep track of time if he tried. It wasn’t the safest lifestyle but fuck was it fun. Jasper’s party was turning him into that boy again that didn’t care about war and gods. Hell he barely even believed in God at all back then which left him to live without restrictions or rules. He accept his roll as a son of Boreas but there was day he missed the simple times.

He had yet to fully test the limits of his tolerance of ambrosia so tonight he would drink until he could no longer lift his cup. But as he explored he found that there was some party favors left out for the demis to partake. To be fair Remy wasn’t sure what most of it was but he picked something and popped it in his mouth and would just hope for the best. Soon he found himself in the middle of the floor dancing to a song he wasn’t sure was actually playing or just in his head. Either way he was on a cloud and had no plan of coming down.

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TUCKER, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a partygoer himself --- sure, he’d network when he had to, but the overall vibe left his very spirit feeling... dirty, the kind not even a juice cleanse and a chakra realignment could help. 

SINCE HE BEGAN TO SAVE the world though, all that was kind of out the window --- especially with what they’d been through thus far. he was ready to unwind, get fucked up, and then cleanse himself in the morning. hell, he was already inebriated as he bumped into the back of remy st. croix, ambrosia heavy on his breath. 

"OHMYGOSH,” he exhales, clapping a hand on his chest, “are you okay?? sorry, i’m, like...” he doesn’t finish his sentence, clearly white girl wasted. “this feels like something out of euphoria, it’s, like... so cool.” he takes a drink from his red solo cup, twirling an idle finger through his own hair before an idea strikes him. “wow, this is kinda perfect!! i’ll be rue, and you can be jules! you’ve got the same hair color and everything already.” it’s only then that he actually starts dancing, drunkenly grinding his body against the son of boreas’.

He’s seen Tucker a few times, but never had he interacted with the boy properly. The closest he’s gotten to such was Jasper’s trial, but even then, did he get separated into a room with the newer demis and a few older faces. While the trial had its successes, he knew Xander’s loss hit home for some. The Valentine’s party was meant to refresh and improve the camp’s morale, while also allotting a break from worldly responsibilities so the men could be just that: men. 

Human without a care for the monsters and prophecies that plagued their godly counterparts.

 Amidst the throngs of people clad in less-than-proper attire, he spotted the Hades born at last. Julian sent him a wave as he neared Tucker, soon within a foot of the other’s presence. He rose his cup and gave a quick sip, swallowing the ambrosia before he offered a hand, “We never did formally meet. I’m Julian Dorado, resident doc and son of Asclepius,” he smiled.

Looking back to his attire, floral-laced shirt, leather pants, and floral shoes, he gestured with a chuckle, “Rest assured, this isn’t my normal get-up. Call it expanding one’s horizons,” he explained to the other.

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“I DUNNO,” he says, heaving a dramatic sigh, “if i ever walked into a doctor’s appointment and he was wearing what you’re wearing, i’d probably, like, jump his bones right there. the pelvis bone’s connected to the tailbone and stuff like that, right?” tucker giggles, clearly ambrosia-drunk and red-faced. his outfit is much more revealing than julian’s -- a see-through lace button-down along with a pair of see-through lace shorts. the only thing stopping his whole ass from being out are the briefs he’s wearing underneath them - clearly tailored for his body. “tucker rhee, son of hades. i was in the hills: the musical: live?”

HE STICKS OUT HIS HAND for a shake, though he wouldn’t mind if he was kissed like a princess instead. 

a soft smile spreads against his lips at the familiar nick name. kitty kat. he thinks to himself, looking over at tucker. he bumps his shoulder against tucker’s as he sits beside him. “bestie, huh?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow. the conversation turns to ragnor and a faint rose-colored blush tints his tanned cheeks. his eyes close and he sighs happily. “things are good.” he pauses. “great, even. we’ve, uh, started something new.” he blushes a little deeper, clearly embarrassed to be admitting it out loud. 

“I MEAN DUH,” tucker turns easily, raising a brow of his own. “we’re like, two peas in a pod! if those peas could speak to the dead.” his interest is almost completely eclipsed by the son of hecate’s revelation, though --- that was the sigh of someone who had gotten good dick. “kit, you kinky ass bitch,”  he begins, thwapping the man’s arm playfully. “don’t tell me: you guys are doing that 50 shades of grey stuff. or, like --- are you practicing kamasutra? i heard that works wonders for orgasms.”

even with the relief that spreads through his entire body, knowing that his visions had lead him to his mother and her freedom, kit feels like shit.

every muscle in his body aches, bruises litter his body as if he’d been thrashed around, squeezed, and almost killed by some otherworldly force. he’d done a lot of good, but still. 

he looks like utter hell. he’s sitting by the bonfire in the center of their cabins strangely arranged shape, wrapped in a blanket and nursing a large cup of hot chocolate. he sees tucker and winces as he waves him over. “keep me company? i could use some.” 

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TUCKER IS ON HIS WAY over before kit even waves him down, swishing his hips as he approaches the son of hecate. “kitty-kat!” he calls with a wave, “keep you company? please, you’re just the god i wanted to see!” tucker sits on the ground next to kit, wrapping arms around his knees. “we haven’t had boy-talk in forever, king. i’ve been craving a talk with my bestie!” the feeling might not be mutual, but that wouldn’t stop the son of hades. “sooo, how are you? how’s ragnor hill? is ragopher still sailing smoothly?” 

Clenching and unclenching his hands, he had discarded his bandages for the fight. Scars and all were laid bare for the other man to see, but he needed the open air to heal anyways. And his anger had subsided enough to try and spar once more. Training wasn’t going to stop for him, not for a long time. “Yeah, let’s do it. Who knows, I might beat you too,” Maximus said with a light laugh, though it didn’t quite make it up to his eyes. “Don’t go crying when I beat you now,” Maximus smirked as he let sand begin to fall from his fingertips.

TUCKER TRIED HIS HARDEST NOT to stare at the marred skin, gulping dryly. “oookay,” he snorts a laugh --- ever since his dream the other night, he’d been feeling... much, much more powerful. confident in it, even. instead of starting to fight the other, however, tucker simply strikes a cute battle pose, as if he’s ready for a photoshoot instead of a spar --- bow forward, ass out, smolder engaged, and jaw clenched. “let’s dance, maxxie-poo!”

“asher, gosh, shut, up!!!! plastic surgery is totally natural!”

“wow, that’s, like, real funny jasper. just expose me to the world like that.”