#lovecorey

gabriel knew how he must look, perched on the dock of the lake, leaning over the rail as far as he could without actually tipping over in to the silvery depths. peering at his reflection staring back up at him, and questioning if he looked any different. was that a part of the demigodhood? had his jaw grown more chiselled, his features more statuesque? not in the slightest, but it was providing him an excuse to...

"don't do it, you're fully dressed, you will regret it, it's probably disrespectful to dive in. this isn't a holiday and you are not going to leave a terrible impression by paddling around like a lost puppy."

yes, he was reprimanding himself out of diving in. in his defence, while he wasn't exactly landlocked at home, the beach had been too far away for a simple trip. it had to be made in to a full vacation, reserved for special occasions, until he was old enough to travel himself... and had to refrain because then it was his turn to be responsible and not drag people away from what they needed to be doing just to indulge in some play in the water.

he wasn't even aware of the audience until he tipped a little further forward over the bar, glanced to his left, and spotted one of the demigods he hadn't encountered yet. and, well, it was kind of a given with his positioning that, when he went to wave? straight over the railing with a brief yell, a flail of his short clad legs, and a rather impressive splash if he was being honest.

24. for a lazy starter . 26. for a domestic starter .

Drinking the Ambrosia was no easy feat, but the recovery that came after it was no stroll in the park either. Fortunately, he had someone offering their company as he slowly got better from the nasty hangover that came with this new step he took in his life. The crisp white sheets of this bed, the rhythmic beating of the waves, and the inviting warmth of the other restrained Leonardo to stay put despite his desire to do otherwise. "I should get up to make us breakfast. It's the least I can do for letting me stay in paradise," Leo hummed as he nudged the other's leg with his own. The room of desire was such a crazy thing, able to manifest this luxurious bungalow by the beach. The man could only wonder what the extent of its powers may be.

"God," Everest mumbled as he jumped off the pegasus and stood on solid ground once more. Unsurprisingly, with how late it was, or early for a few people, the camp was still, with only a few civilians moving around to get ready for the day. Ev was exhausted and still inebriated from the night that he had before. However, if someone were to look at him, they wouldn't even be able to tell with how well his domain was helping him keep his grace.

Still, the ground underneath him felt like waves of the angriest sea known to man, and Everest needed to take refuge as soon as possible. His feet managed to carry him a few steps more until he stumbled onto a bench, facing the unlit bonfire. His buzz was slowly dying down, and he thought it was a bad idea to let it go since he would have to deal with his hangover. So, the smart thing to do was to keep drinking. Ev reached into the pocket inside of his jacket and pulled out a flask. His bloody knuckles wrapped around the metal container as he nursed on the divine wine. As he finished swallowing the crimson drink, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a small trace of the bright blood on his pink lips.

"You know I can sense you, right?" Everest called out, to the person who seemed to be nearby. Still, the man didn't turn around. He didn't really need to. Ev has gotten pretty good at discerning who's heartbeat is who's in this camp, and this one felt like a familiar song. "What are you still doing up?" He asked, finally turning to face the ruby-headed man so he could offer him a slight grin. "Or are you just waking up?"

"your special blanket, as promised." he hums, draping it gently over the man's shoulders. "i broke it in for you, it should be nice and comfy."

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silas  meant  to  find  corey  again  over  a  week  ago,  but  he  just  didn't  have  the  time.  the  cookies  he  left  him...  had  worked  out  quite  well,  so  he  was  grateful  for  that  &  well,  the  fact  he  checked  in  on  him  in  the  first  place  -  if  not  in  person,  which  honestly  was  just  the  way  he  preferred  it.  he  was  pushing  himself  to  socialize,  but  he'd  lie  if  he  claimed  he  wasn't  struggling.  he  wanted  to  feel  like  he  was  part  of  this  family  they  built  here.  he  did.  so  he  kept  trying.  maybe  it'd  get  easier  one  day.  lean  on  others,  child  of  strength.  silas  remembered  the  lesson  &  he  tried.

  it  was  two  days  since  none  other  than  atlas  had  ..well,  he  went  there,  so  he  couldn't  call  it  kidnapping,  could  he?  but  when  he  came  back,  he  noticed  eyes  on  him  instantly  only  to  find  out  that  whatever  he  did  there...  had  messed  with  his  hair.  he  didn't  know  if  it  was  permanent..  or  not,  but  damnit. why the hell was he graying suddenly? & it was such a strange pattern, too.  he  saw  corey  walk  by  &  knew  now  was  going  to  be  his  best  shot.  "corey!  behind  ya.  hey,  ...hi.  you  uh,  got  a  moment?"

@lovecorey

For someone that was running warmer than most, the night felt unusually cool. Goosebumps prickled his skin and he paused for a moment as he stared up at the sky. He knew that it was ridiculous. He knew that Gabriel couldn't warm up the entire camp, including the outside, but with his loss he couldn't help but feel as though it did seem colder. The warmth of his presence, of his smile and his laugh, was infectious and he knew it was felt everywhere.

It only made sense that it would be felt out here.

Walking to the fire pit, Matai worked on starting a fire and as the first embers began to catch, he used his godly domain to help it grow until it was a nice size. With it crackling against the wood, Matai said nothing but let a small, sad smile pull at his lips as he watched the blaze dance, the son of Hestia on his mind. A memorial was in the works, but he knew that whenever he started any fire, whether in his forge or outside - he would always pray to Gabriel to ensure it kept burning.

Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realized anyone had come close until he was getting ready to turn away when he nearly collided with someone. "Oh, shit..." Matai started, stopping himself just before he actually did run into the shorter male. "Sorry... I uh... kind of got lost in my thoughts there. You know, just... paying my respects, I guess," he said, casting a sideways glance at the fire before turning his attention back to Corey. "You just out for a walk, or did you see the fire and wanted to come and enjoy it?" Or also pay your respects to our fallen friend?

gods,  did  he  fucking  love  the  library.  there  was  quite  literally  any  piece  of  literature  from  the  classics  to  mythological  stories  and  history  that  gave  him  no  need  to  venture  too  far  out  for  valuable  information.  today's  quest  was  to  gather  as  much  information  on  elven  tattooing  that  he  could.

  it  seemed  as  though  these  were  powerful  imbued  magic  that  could  truly  help  mortal  and  divine  alike  to  powers  that  they  could  simply  not  fathom  otherwise.  "  how  fucking  interesting.  "  ronan  mumbled  to  himself  before  licking  the  tip  of  his  finger  and  turning  the  page,  looking  at  some  of  the  artistic  sketches  as  he  sat  on  a  chair  in  front  of  his  cabin  enjoying  the  sun  while  he  read.