#ragingale

"So which of these guys helped create you?" He... Hadn't really gotten to the point of feeling a connection with his, yet. He didn't know the intricacies of how he ended up being made, but he had parents. Family. Cronus wasn't.. Hadn't been a part of that before, so the idea that his dad wasn't his dad and was instead some primordial dude in charge of time was taking a little processing. Mostly the grand scale of it all.

And then he recognizes his own tone, and just.

He loitered.

He lingered.

He wanted to check in on them again, but it wasn't his place. He wanted to do something to just... There was a brief sound of frustration from Gabriel a he once more turned himself away from the cabin, and almost immediately found his frame connecting with Alejandros.

"Sorry, sorry, wasn't paying attention to where I was turnin'" The apology came quick and easy, not even registering who he'd collided with for a moment longer before. Ale. Okay. Ale was fine, ri- No, he'd been angry. Furious. Had that ea- Was it his place to ask?

@raging-ale - (starters for quiet muses)

[ lay ] for your muse to come rest their head in mine’s lap or against their shoulder

no  matter  what  happened  at  the  ranch  -  or  on  the  way  there,  the  bond  between  silas  &  alejandro  was  undeniable  in  a  way.  it  was  this  mutual  understanding  he  could  only  ever  find  with  very  few  people.  most  ...  wouldn't  understand  the  way  people  like  them  ticked.  to  them  it  was  as  simple  as calm  down,  you'll  be  fine  so  don't  act  up. but  truthfully,  it  wasn't  that  simple. 

when  violent  hearts  like  theirs  weren't  at  ease,  it  was  like  trying  to  stop  an  incoming  train  with  your  bare  hands. it  wasn't just  calming  down,  it  was  so  much  more  than  that. silas  got  it,  he  didn't  judge.  at  least  not  that,  he  did  judge  other  character  traits  the  young  man  paraded  around,  but  at  the  end  of  the  way,  he  was not  his  father. 

it'd  been  a  long  day,  a  long  work-out  session  they'd  shared &  silas  could  swear  he  was  getting  the  hang  of  his  axe's  weight.  the  kratos  cabin  might  not  be  the  prettiest  of  the  lot,  but  it  had  a  cute  little  patch  of  nature  in  front  of  it.  a  big  tree  silas  liked  napping  under,  solemnly  surrounded  by  grass &  the  sound  of  trees  creaking. yep. pretty  damn  nice &  some  people  were  allowed  to  share  that  peaceful  little  place  with  him. like  alejandro. 

hands  absentmindedly  played  with  the  ares  child's  short  hair,  it  was  just  too  comfortable  not  to  do  it  with  the  young  godling's  head  in  his  lap &  maybe  it'd  help  keep  the  youngster's  rage  at  bay  for  the  time  being.  silas  knew  how  it  went,  one  moment  everything  was  fine &  then...  yeah,  he  got  it. 

"breaks  ain't  nonsense.  they're  important,  let  your  brain  shut  off  an'  body  calm  down.  structure  ..  helps,  too.  train  at  the  same  time,  eat  at  the  same  time,  relax  at  the  same  time.  helps  keep  the  mind  at  ease.  mind  at  ease  means  less  chance  for  a  flare  up."

he'd been expecting it to be heavier. it had been the son of Hestia's first thought, when he'd picked up the halberd for the first time. the metal was cold beneath his fingers, but soon warmed from exposure and effort. playing with the reach of his blows, adjusting to the heft of it as he swung upon one of the dummy's. he'd never been a fighter. never wielded a weapon, felt the muscles in his body begin to burn from use in ways they'd avoided. but it came naturally, something he assumed linked to his divine heritage awakening in song.

a backward step, another swing, misjudging the distance for the first blow, and instead leaning in further to the second. a steady pace of exploring where he could strike, where he could maim, where he could...

it went from a training swing, to suddenly finding the weight once more in the heft of the halberd. right. that's what this was training for. he was learning how to fight because he'd need it to survive, right? to keep other's alive. to...

( @raging-ale 9A -- m/m spicy gif starters )

it  was  so  easy  to  let  go  when  it  was  him  &  alejandro.  he  knew  by  now  the  younger  man  didn't  ...judge.  he'd  worried  about  negative  consequences  if  he  ..indulged  with  the  young  godling,  but  ...  he  could  swear  their  bond  had  only  grown  over  the  past  few  weeks.  silas  did  his  best  to  help  him,  or  maybe  they  helped  each  other.  the  only  thing  that  mattered  was  that  they  both  wanted  to  step  outside  the  box.

  obviously  they  did. 

  or  else  silas  wouldn't  be  somewhat  sprawled  out  on  his  bed  with  the  ares  born  buried  deep  inside  him.  probably.  legs  spread  as  far  as  old  man  bones  would  let  them  (it  was  fine,  peak  physical  condition  &  all),  clinging  to  the  other,  one  hand  squeezing  his  arm  whenever  he  slammed  home,  the  other's  calloused  fingers  had  found  short  tufts  of  hair  to  hold  onto,  tugging  desperately  playfully  with  each  of  his  moans  that  -  not  coincidentally  were  breathed  against  alejandro's  ear.  all  of  them.  which  included  other  noises  as  well,  some  of  which  silas  preferably  would've  liked  to  keep  to  himself. low rasp a higher than usual, yet it still held some level of gruffness.  "please,  fuck.  don't  ..  don't  stop. please."

prompt: distraction

if  anybody  understood  heartbreak  -  one  way  or  another,  it  was  silas.  he'd  not  blame  the  young  godling  for  being  upset,  for  hurting  &  for  feeling  like  his  world  was  upside  down.  he  knew  that  losing  love  could  do  great  damage  to  one's  mind,  he'd  been  through  it  himself,  although  one  may  want  to  add  that  he  had  been  the  cause  for  his  own  pain  in  a  way.  that  &  the  sisters  of  fate  who  would  hear  from  him  one  day.  first,  he  had  to  get  stronger.

but  before  that,  he  had  to  get  alejandro  out  of  his  cabin.  not  just  his.  everybody's  cabins.  his  own,  silas'  &  jesse's.  he  had  to  stop  hurting  &  while  silas  couldn't  take  the  pain  from  him  -  unfortunately,  he  could  help  him  forget  it.  he  hoped.

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i  think  my  dad  heard  my  prayer. 

  how  did  that  ever  fit  into  any  conversation?  how  about  not  at  all?  silas  wasn't  sure  how  to  bring  it  up,  honestly,  but  ..  part  of  him  wanted  to  share  with  alejandro.  they  had  their  ups  &  downs,  but  silas  cared  for  the  younger  godling  &  an  argument  or  two  wouldn't  change  that.  not  that  they  truly  fought,  did  they?  nah.

  he  knew  he  could  find  alejandro  at  a  handful  of  places,  but  decided  to  do  something  different  this  time  &  instead  shot  him  a  text.

  [txt:  alejandro]  lake,  10  am  tomorrow.

  &  then  he  waited  for  him,  with  one  eye  on  the  time  &  the  other  on  the  lake  itself.  it  was  quiet,  which  he  enjoyed  greatly,  but  at  the  same  time  he  ...  wasn't  sure  if  he  wanted  to  be  left  alone  with  his  thoughts  right  now.  not  that  they  were  bad  thoughts.  although...  maybe.  he  missed  harley. 

  alejandro  knew  about  his  wings  by  now,  he  knew  that  much  -  because  they  both  fought  at  the  thunderdome  just  yesterday.  silas  was  still  recovering  himself,  he  was  quite  sure  alejandro  felt  just  as  ...sore.  seemed  to  be  the  best  time  for  a  calm  morning  chat,  right?  he  brought  food  -  breakfast  creations  for  take-out  purposes  like  this  &  laid  back  in  the  grass,  eyes  closed &  fighting  the  urge  to  nap. not  the  time. never  the  time,  really.  footsteps  brought  him  out  of  it &  one  eye  opened  to  see  if  he  was  approached  by  the  one  he'd  been  waiting  for. 

  "hey."

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silas  thought  he'd  die  on  that  mountain.

  the  second  he  touched  atlas  &  found  himself  to  have  switched  positions  with  him,  he...  thought  that  was  it.  he'd  either  be  stuck  up  there  forever  or  die.  or  both.  if  both  could  even  happen  in  the  same  universe.  it  didn't  matter  now,  but  he  had  to  see  alejandro.  he'd  taken  the  night  off  ...of  everything  to  rest  &  felt  a  little  better  already  -  if  still  sore.

  with  his  gift  strapped  to  his  back,  he'd  made  his  way  over  to  the  ares  cabin.  when  his  knocks  went  unanswered,  he  made  his  way  inside  to  be  met  with...  well,  nothing.  though  when  he  pushed  in  further,  he  could  hear  the  sounds  of  fighting.  ah,  basement.  he  made  his  way  inside  &  down,  curious  what  illusion  he'd  find  trying  to  kill  alejandro  this  time,  though  he  had  yet  to  see  it  in  proper  action.

  he  wasn't  going  to  dwell  on  details....  part  of  him  wondered  if  he  should  keep  it  all  to  himself,  but  there  was  the  new  weapon  &  the  damn  hair  drawing  attention  to  him  wherever  he  went.  "hey,  think  you  can  take  a  lil'  break?"