#gamblersdeceit

@gamblersdeceit location:  dionysus  cabin event:  toga  party

it'd  been  a  long,  long  day  &  honestly,  if  not  for  the  music  &  ...other  noises  all  around  him,  silas  might've  dozed  off  in  the  mass  of  pillows  scattered  across  ...everywhere.  but  alas,  he  was  sat  &  just  watched  -  not  the  others,  no.  he  just  ..watched.  someone..  or  something.  in  fact,  he  had  his  eyes  set  on  a  young  godling  he  could  swear  he  had  yet  to  introduce  himself  to.  much  younger,  he'd  say.  not  that  it  mattered  with  the  majority  here  being  kids  compared  to  him.  but  that  meant  there  was  at  least  1  more  demigod  he  had  yet  to  find  out  more  about. 

so,  up  he  went  -  making  sure  his  goddamn  toga  didn't  ride  up  too  high  as  he  made  his  way  over.  shuffling  for  a  short  moment,  he  announced  his  presence  with  a  little  cough,  weight  shifting  from  one  foot  to  the  other.  "hey,  don't  think  we  met  yet...?  silas."  maybe  the  sex  orgy  party  was  not  the  most  ideal  place  to  make  ..acquaintances,  but  ...  well,  best  chance  right  now.

lars, holding a drink of his own, stared blankly at the flames ahead. the tongues of bright-orange, the heat of the fire in this close proximity, they all worked together to bring back flashes, memories, moments. he tore his gaze away. the next thing it landed on, however, happened to be a better view.

he let out a grunt of acknowledgement at dante. “jester.” lars picked up an empty chalice, filled it to the brim with … hot tea.

“drink,” he prompted. “it’ll fight off the chill.”

a smirk plays at his lips, arms crossed over his chest as he gives harley a once-over. "i do." a cocky response, typical of dante. "are you gonna do anything about it?"

               winter had never felt so E X H A U S T E D . even though training in the thunder dome never resulted in real death, but ending up getting knocked out one after the other, well it took a toll on him. when he woke up, he felt like he was falling. and when his consciousness landed back in his body, he sprung up, screaming as the image of medusa was burned in his mind. he was all sweaty and anxious in that moment and his heart was racing a million beats per minute. he felt like his heart at any moment could end up breaking out of his rib cages. when he looked up and saw the son of plutus, he sighed. ❛ am i dead ?? ❜ he whispered, looking up at the beautiful godling. he felt a pain in his head and he groaned. ❛ i don't feel so good, ❜ winter continued as he laid back. ❛ no–– i'm alive, cause everything hurts. ❜