#beforeourdaysender

"after you told me how we used to know each other in the past, i’ve been dying to know.” genaro was rocking his hips a bit to distant music that could be heard. with each drop in the tempo, he stepped closer and closer to ender. “are the parties here better than the ones back in new york? surely you’re the best judge around and for some reason, i seem to trust your input when it comes to this sort of thing.” there was no reason not to.

"you would think that we were just reincarnations of our parents with how some people looked at us.” amadeo didn’t mean anything harmful by the comment and it wasn’t that the glares were different from what he was used to, but he felt different. he tried his best to focus on the other demigod that he was with, hopefully serving as a big enough distraction. “i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to formally introduce myself though,” he leaned forward to extend his hand. “amadeo prospero, pleasure to meet you.”

"i’ve been looking for something that can serve as a middle ground for us.” loreto didn’t want to be butting heads with the others at camp. it wasn’t like ender and him were rivals, but he knew that there was always going to be some opposition because of how they first met. “i think i finally found it.” he took out a bottle of vintage red and then extended his arm out so that the other could either read the label or take it. “i know this probably won’t do that much to you, but if there’s anything a priest knows it’s good wine.” loreto chuckled softly. “how about we have a toast?” 

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐈

then he remembered why it was that they were here. “son of hecate.” although he doubted he was the only one. if he was at camp, then definitely not the only one in the world.

a part of him wondered if he was going to hear more about how the man was jesus and he could just perform a miracle and turn water nearby into wine. loreto tried to focus on the task at hand though, no matter how weird he thought most of this was. “they said that this has to be all natural. believe me, i’d rather just buy and bless the wine myself.” as a priest he used to deal a lot with wine, but he couldn’t say that he ever had to make it from scratch. even when he visited italy. “is there a technique or whatever you think works best?” 

one thing that he wasn’t expect was all of the miracles around here. especially since his first experience of their 'magic’ came when he was in the underworld. his eyes were glued onto ender, the man that could turn water into wine and manipulate it. by that point, his gaze might have erred on the disrespectful side, so he finally decided to clear his throat and speak. “how does it feel?” loreto didn’t want to be rude right away. he didn’t want to call the man’s nature into question. “to be able to do what you do, i mean. to be able to do the impossible.” the priest sat down, eyes glued onto the other to see if he was in the middle of another one of his tricks.

going on a plane ride didn’t seem too bad. being stuck with ender wasn’t even bad either. loreto had come to terms with the fact that the man was chaotic and there was nothing that he could do about it. “where do you even think we’re going? i don’t remember us getting a ticket or anything to see the destination.” of course he didn’t really understand the ins and outs of magic either. as the priest settled into the plane seat, he looked out into the window and saw what seemed to be a real life bigfoot. “we’re going to need some wine...” nothing was ever just... normal.