#athenianwit

growing up under the care of a catholic church, and seeing a reverand as a father figure may have left some lingering questions for gabriel considering the pantheon of statues currently surrounding him. he wouldn't consider it a crisis of faith, far from it. it was lessons to learn from, stories to encourage against adversity. not that it would have stopped the father who'd raised him potentially having a heart attack if all of this came to light, but that was neither here nor there.

"how do I pray to you? do I pray to you? or do I just... talk and hope you'll listen?" Grecian customs weren't something he knew about. he saw offerings, a constant string of visitors, of people come to pay their respects, request their blessings, or just... hope for their eyes on them for even a moment. Gabriel himself had found a spot to sit, opposite the statue of Hestia, and just listened at first. legs drawn up to his chin, an idly tapping a foot as he took the time to just think.

usually,  out  &  about  was  not  a  viable  description  for  the  son  of  kratos,  but  the  current  situation  they  were  all  in  -  the  location  they  were  all  housed  at  &  new  experiences  &  possibilities  they  were  all  able  to  face  ...  well,  he  was  out  &  about.  told  he'd  be  in  this  place  for  a  period  of  time  was  enough  to  convince  him  to  learn  more  about  this  place  -  so  maybe  the  way  he  went  about  recon  was  questionable  to  some,  but  silas  learned  best  while  doing.

so  he'd  taken  his  time  exploring  the  different  areas  the  village  had  to  give  &  one  of  the  last  was  the  merch  stands.  he...  wasn't  quite  sure  why  he  was  here,  as  in...  he  doubted  he  could  find  some  place  of  interest  here  to  help  him  better  map  out  the  place,  but  he  was  not  a  quitter,  so  every  single  location  would  be  ...  observed.  he  was  roaming  the  place,  eyes  trailing  across  the  different  stands  until  he  heard  a  familiar  voice  bartering  not  far  from  him.

he huffed. sweat gleamed on his bare torso, slick upon his warm flesh that hungrily soaked up the day’s heat. back home summers were few and far between, so this was close to heaven. he set the freshly cut pieces of lumber aside, then set up a new thick log to split. axe flew up, then down again with a deep thud. as the log fell into two neat halves, lars looked up to spot eyes on him.

the left corner of his lips quirked. atticus. “hope i’m not disturbing your reading time,” lars called out, hefting the axe up to rest it on his shoulder. “need some wood for the library?” he cocked a brow. then a pause.

“i mean actual wood. not, ya’ know.”  

@athenianwit

silas  may  or  may  not  have  a  problem.  he  knew  he  could've  gone  to  the  infirmary  with  it,  or  maybe  xanthe,  but  ..not  yet.  for  now  he'd  go  meet  the  smartest  person  he  knew.  the  athena  cabin  was  home  to  many,  but  silas  also  knew  that  atticus  spent  a  lot  of  time  there.

  only  a  few  hours  had  passed  since  silas  returned,  he'd  basically  passed  out  in  the  middle  of  his  doorway.  when  he  came  to  again,  he  felt  a  little  better  &  set  out  to  try  out  his  new  weapon,  only  he  didn't  get  very  far,  because  -  &  he  knew  that  might  be  paranoia  speaking,  but  he  was  kinda  sure  it  wasn't..  he...  was  grey.  but  it  wasn't  ordinary,  it  was  ...  different.  what  did  it  mean?  atlas  hadn't  mentioned  side  efects.  what  the  fuck?

  so..  athena  cabin.  find  atticus.  he  did.  this  time  he  waited  outside  after  knocking  on  the  door.  with  so  many  people  living  there..  he  ddidn't  know  how  that'd  go.  when  the  door  opened,  he  couldn't  help  a  little  smile.  "hey.  i'm  uh...  i  might  ne  in  trouble."

"So, is there like a... 'Welcome to Demigodhood, how divine blood influences you and other side effects of magic' brochure somewhere? Because I'm absolutely going to start feeling bad with botherin' people for directions." There was too much tension int he air or him to really... Feel like asking most people, but seeing the other man wandering past at least seemed to give the visage of some level of calm.

He'd take that over the people he saw crying. Or mourning. It was definitely a reality check, to come in when somebody had died but considering he'd apparently nearly tossed himself in to the fucking lake while under the influence of ambrosia... Ya boi really didn't have room to judge.

@athenianwit; post invasion

jay  was  out  for  a  while,  so  silas  ...  didn't  bother  pretending  anymore.  he'd  taken  a  short  look  outside  the  window,  but  eventually  ...  crawled  back  into  his  bed.  it  wasn't  that  he  felt  safer  in  bed,  or  that  he  needed  to  feel  safe.  he  didn't  feel  unsafe.  he  just  ...  didn't  see  no  reason  to...  to...  fuck,  he  didn't  even  know.  after  seeing  his  life  flash  before  his  eyes,  he  was  ..struggling.  the  whispers  of  doubt  in  his  ears  louder  than  ever  before,  the  pull  dragging  him  down  harder  than  before.

  routine  seemed  pointless  this  morning  &  he  used  jay's  presence  as  an  excuse  to  skip  it.  no  training,  no  morning  workout,  just  ..  staying  in  bed  until  the  younger  godling  left.  he  was  tired  of  it  all.  well,  not  everybody  &  everything  ..  just..  this.  knowing  that  no  matter  how  hard  he  tried,  he  was  destined  to  fail.  missions  were  fulfilled,  sure,  but  the  amount  during  which  he  didn't  go  down...  he  needed  less  than  a  hand  for  that.  sucked  to  be  unspecial  in  a  camp  of  special  people...  with  nothing  to  show  for  himself.

  he  didn't  hear  the  door  open,  he  didn't  hear  footsteps  until  they  were  in  the  doorway.  jay  was  back  already?  "forget  somethin'?"  too  late  to  pretend  he  wasn't  sulking  in  bed  huh.  damn. he rolled on his back to see... but... "fuck."

The night was all becoming a blur, comfortable moments becoming hazy memories. Wyatt isn't sure how much alcohol, exactly, he's imbibed but he's never been a lightweight so he assumes it's a lot. The wine offered here in the Dionysus cabin is unlike anything he's ever had. Sweet, yet potent enough to make him feel its effects. At some point he'd found a quiet corner alone, setting his head against the wall and just enjoying the buzzing in his fingertips. Things are nice and slow in his mind, a lazy smile present on his face. Wyatt feels a presence near him, making his eyes snap up when he sees Atticus' handsome face looking down at him. Atticus seems tentative, making Wyatt search his face for a few seconds, trying to think of a way to let him know he is more than happy to have his company. He wants him around. "Nah, 'sall good! I would love some company, darlin'" his southern drawl is stronger as his words slur a bit. "C'mere sit next to me, Atticus." He pats the space on the ground next to him, a hopeful smile on his face. "You got real pretty eyes," Wyatt says out loud, a brief flash of horror on his face when he realizes. "I mean, you got kind eyes," he corrects. Is that any better?