#godlingjesse

a knife at his side, he's ready in case anyone tries to sneak up on him, but he has a feeling few wander this far. sticking his headphones in, he presses play on a rather archaic mp3 device, he enjoys a brief moment of total peace.

There was no denying that tension seemed to be filling the air with a fair few campers. He'd tried to avoid prying too much for now, figuring anything that needed to be passed along would be down the line, and he was doing his best to give space.

But, then he caught Jesse at the training grounds, and had to just watch how the other worked for a bit. Taking up blades had been a pretty easy thing, apparently part of who he was, or just... Mental encouragement from this song in his blood. Maybe a guiding hand, he didn't really know. But the way the other demigod was working with a bow was... Captivating might've been a word for it, but he was mostly just watching his face.

@godling-jesse location: the lake

silas  had  the  same  schedule  every  day.  he  woke  up,  packed  his  duffel  &  headed  for  the  training  grounds.  when  he  was  done  with  that  routine,  he  made  his  way  to  the  lake  for  a  few  hours  of  meditation,  sometimes  he  ate  breakfast  beforehand,  sometimes  in-between.  that  depended  on  his  mood  on  these  days  &  how  badly  he  needed  mediation.  mind  troubled,  but  no  more  than  he  could  handle,  silas  arrived  at  the  lake  today  to  find  his  favorite  spot  taken.

  due  to  unforeseen  circumstances,  he  was  running  half  an  hour  late  on  today's  schedule,  but  it  was  okay.  he  wouldn't  let  that  bother  him,  oh  no.  when  life  gives  you  lemons....  yeah  yeah.  so  he  moved  to  a  spot  close  by,  but  couldn't  help  &  stare  watch  his  fellow  godling  ...perform.  yoga.  silas  ...never  saw  the  appeal.  too  slow  for  him.  but  ...to  each  their  own.  he'd  sat  down  for  his  own  time  of  peace  &  quiet,  but  his  mind...  wasn't  quiet.  not  when  there  was  a  godling  he  had  yet  to  get  to  know  better.

  sure,  they'd  spoken  &  all  that,  but  ...  when  silas  thought  of  allies  in  camp,  jesse  was  not  one  of  them.  yet.  so,  he  grabbed  his  duffel  -  his  schedule  was  fucked  up  anyway,  fuck  that  -  &  he  walked  back  over  to  the  other,  announcing  his  presence  with  a  little  cough.  "hey,  got  a  moment?  gonna  be  worth  it,  promise."

Gabriel wasn't entirely sure why his feet had led him here of all places. He'd been jumping from distraction to distraction for most of the day, playing over what he could have done better when Pandora's Box had tried to force itself open in the middle of the dining hall. How much more he should have done. Diverted off to add Oliver before he could take so much damage, move in to a better position to try and get more of their attention. Idle thoughts roaring in his ears as he tried playing it in his head over and over again, knowing it wasn't his forte. Deep thinking. Tactics. He relied so heavily on instincts, trying to go back and assess was probably a useless endeavour.

By the time he'd realized quite how futile an endeavour it was, he was already lingering outside the son of Apollo's cabin. Thankful he'd at least had enough guidance of what was wear to pick out which demigod's cabin was which. And, well.

One hand lifted to knock, tentative. What if he was disturbing him in the middle of something? What if he wasn't in? Or maybe he had company? He...

it  had  been  a  single  day  and  lincoln  still  wasn't  sure  why  he  agreed  to  something  so  radically  unbelievable.  he  hadn't  drank  shit,  he  hadn't  prayed  to  no  one  but  he  was  supposedly  the  son  of  a  primordial  god  of  the  sun?  who  the  fuck  was  helios  even,  anyway?

  link  was  never  one  who  could  feel  his  feelings  so  vibrantly  and  found  his  way  through  it  by  running  viciously  and  pushing  his  body  to  its  limits  to  force  him  to  feel  the  exertion  then  his  buzzing  mind.

  after  an  hour  of  kicking  his  own  ass,  the  sun  still  had  barely  begun  its  rise  and  the  man  couldn't  help  but  laugh  at  the  irony  of  trying  to  escape  something  so  ever  present.  so  instead,  lincoln  would  head  to  his  cabin  roof  and  strip  himself  bare  to  enjoy  some  time  sunbathing  as  he  would  often  do  at  home.

@godling-jesse

back  in  camp  after  holding  up  the  fucking  sky,  silas  ...was  aware  of  the  looks  he  got.  never  seen  a  guy  go  partially  gray  in  12  hours?  but  he  didn't  let  that  deter  him,  the  titan's  lesson  still  ringing  in  his  ears.  your  power  is  your  own,  but  perhaps  from  this  you  can  learn  to  lean  on  others.  he'd  been  trying  to  ..it  was  a  work  in  progress.  he  made  some  friends  among  the  people  in  camp,  but  some  ...weren't  quite  that  yet  &  he  wasn't  sure  how,  but  he  would  strive  to  change  that.

  he  was  roaming  camp,  though  headed  for  the  training  grounds  as  it  was  time  for  one  of  several  daily  sessions  &  he  prepared  for  a  few  hours  of  solitude,  but  instead  ...  he  might  as  well.  "jesse,  hey.  how  ya  doin'?"  be  social.  "you  uh,  mind  me  joinin'  ya?  lookin'  to  work  on  my  focus,  think  uh...  archery  could  help.  if  ya  don't  mind."  mental  fortitude  was  so  important  for  being  successful  with  the  bow.  deep,  deep  concentration.  he  had  to  work  on  that  a  little.  "i...  brought  lunch."  was  he  trying  to  bribe  him?  maybe.