#beau 6

He knows it, he feels it in his gut, and yet, does it look like another normal day in Olympus. Viorel and Sorin are in tandem as they walk throughout the camp, talking no time to wander or waltz around. A book’s tucked under his arm while his scimitar in its sheath on his belt and a worn ball in his other hand. Sorin sees someone further up, a person he’s not spoken to in some time, and Vio gives the shepherd a little nod. 

Vio follows with a brisk pace and lifts the ball in his hand. “Beau.” Curt and simple, he looks to the man. He’s curious, wanting to know more yet unsure where to begin. “Are you busy?” An open question with many an answer, he’s not surprised if he’ll be shoved off or scoffed at. 

Why here? 

Viorel slowed down and paused before Beau. He recalled the man’s face, much like everyone else’s, upon finding Liam. He recalled it, too, when they discovered Liam’s newfound...parentage. “You’re up early.” Or up late; he didn’t say the latter in case if it were right.