"one of the centaurs told me to be careful with you.” although, genaro didn’t really listen to warnings. even back home he was attracted to things that he shouldn’t have been. risky people and business. 

that was just another side of him. as long as the tabloids never found out then his mother’s campaign was still safe. which meant that he just had to get good at hiding things. which made it even more fun.

how so many gardens sprung up out of seemingly nowhere, ivan didn’t know. his curiosity (see: need for control) led him to some perimeter-walking, which led him to a grove of trees with long, wispy limbs, reaching up and then down again like an elderly woman’s hair. when he turned, he realized he wasn’t alone. the face was new. the name-god-house method of introduction was old.

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"Oh, hey!” The look of surprise on Hudson’s face is overshadowed by the thin web of scars splayed across it. “Long time no see.” He says, trying to play it cool, as if he hadn’t been avoiding everyone since he’d gotten back from sneaking off to Japan. “You enjoying the big party? Celebrating...” Hudson frowns, trying to find a nice way to phrase the festivities. “the crowning of another monarchist?”

“debating on going in?” he questions, moving up alongside the son of hermes. he hasn’t said much to him since their arrival, but they’re both some of the newer additions to the roster. “have you gone in before?”

even with their defenses and magical capabilities, it seemed the camp was a gleaming beacon for the monsters that lurked outside of their borders. as a dire bear lumbered into the courtyard and spooked the denizens, the son of poseidon had to spring into action, fully suited and a bottle of ambrosia gripped in one hand. he could probably take it on alone, but when viktor saw that niko, another demigod, was nearby, he took the opportunity to find a weapon. “you! keep it busy!” he yelled at the son of hermes, as he flung off his blazer and ransacked some carts for a weapon.

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

A doctor lost to the past and found in the present, who surrounds himself in bodies, hearts, and minds, who likewise shares a little bit of his heart to all

A priest composed of found families and a faith in higher powers, feeding mortal and spiritual hunger, and an unshakable spirit for righteousness

A witch crafted in stars, woven by ethereality, and painter that grants mortals immortality in acrylics, oils, or gouaches tainted with magic

A dancer stepping through bustling streets, slicing air and light through rift-fortifying shards, and rushing a little bit of himself into everyone he passes

A student wrought in frozen armor, shielding the world from his warm heart as it melts and melts and melts his own defenses, and a limitless soul as unyielding as subzero winds

Julian Dorado, Loreto Garrido, Kian Prieto, Niko Moreau, Gabriel Montgomery