#yourfirstsnow

Asher was not looking forward to this conversation, though to be honest he couldn’t outwardly admit why. There were very few guys at camp who he had developed and honest to god, intimate, emotional attachment to. Dane was obviously one of them, but Snow? Snow was one as well. His dependence on the older man was undeniable, even to himself, and the affection the pair shared. He knew Dane had his guys outside of of the two of them, but Snow had been his only guy other than Dane that he really felt connected to, bonded to on that level. So, when it came down to it, he knew it was on him to be the person to explain it all, to break the news. Granted, there certainly was a scenario that Snow wouldn’t even care, that it was Asher who was building this up in his head, in his heart.

Clad in his leather jacket and pair of jeans, the son of Cronus made his way up to the chiseled blond as he sat working on making up his sleeping space. “They told me I’d be walking up to an actual Papa Bear,” he called with a forced grin on his lips. “Good to see you made it through the boatride, Snow.”

He cleared his throat and let his eyes close, nursing his freshly wrapped bruised ribs as he his scoured the area for anyone he knew. “Hey Papa Bear!” he called almost instantly when he spotted Snow wandering past. He waved Snow over gently, managing to hide the tinge of pain that shot up his arm like bolt. 

@yourfirstsnow​

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐚

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

eyes + q will grant you a truth!

The sloth; it’s the sloth. Julian pinches the bridge of his nose after reading the question. It’s been on his mind for a while, after the games. While the damage’s said and done, he knows--trusts--the group won’t attack him again. Not like that, not when he can’t put up a fight. He at last manages an answer, “It’s hard to say. Wrong that I couldn’t fight back, yes, but in the spirit of the game, there’s no holding back. Either do what you can to win or don’t bother.” He murmurs not hostile in tone but rather a calm, patient one. 

Julian continues, managing a smile, however small, “I realized how strong they were and how powerful their attacks are. I’m grateful now more than ever that we’re allies and not enemies. Snow’s stinger’s the worst of it, but Dane’s hex bolt and Dexter’s fire didn’t make it much fun, either.”

A pause. He looks over, “If you’re asking whether I hate them or not, the answer’s no. I care about them and being on the other side only proves how much harder I have to work to better care for them and the others.”

with  a  big  inahle,  the  son  of  hinenuitepō  knocked  on  the  child  of  asteria's  door  with  a  genuine  smile  and  some  treats  from  mew  zealand.  "  surprise,  special  delivery.  "  [@yourfirstsnow]