Thane Matthews

Damon wouldn’t lie, he was entirely confused about why he was here. The whole premise of Greek Mythology being real confused him, but after the couple of weeks he’d spent here he’d come to believe it. The only thing which annoyed him was that he hadn’t been claimed yet. It was typical, he’d never had a parent who cared for him and even now, while he sat around feeling sorry for himself, he didn’t have one. It made him wonder whether he even really belonged here. Of course it explained the things that had happened on the outside of the camp, but why hadn’t his Dad claimed him yet? 

“What are you looking at?” He raised an eyebrow at someone stood across from him. His attitude had only got worse since he’d got here, he couldn’t help it.

“Spoken like a truly wound up freshie.” They never came to camp any differently, “Take a breather, kid. Life’s not that fucking hard here.” If anything it was easier, or he’d thought so, even if he’d never really liked being at camp. It was stifling, he didn’t like being segregated. “Honestly, you look like you’re about to implode.”

Misha chuckled a little bit and shook his head “Not even Caleb or Trent could get me to control them, while still having emotions.” He narrowed his eyes, trying to compute why Thane would try to help him in any circumstance. This had to be some sort of trick or something “Camp seems to run more than efficiently with me in emotionless and total isolation. There’s nothing anyone can do to fix it,”

It was clearly a losing battle, you couldn’t help people that didn’t want to be helped and it was becoming more damningly obvious that Misha had all but given up on himself. Pathetic, in his mind, but not something that he’d voice. “I’m not Trent of Caleb now, am I?” Once again lumped with people that weren’t him; how hard was it to see people for individuals in this fucking place. “Well I hope you’re looking forward to an entire life full of isolation and emotionless being, I for one hope that hopefully it ends sooner rather than later because that’s no fucking way to live. Bullshit --- if there’s nothing anyone can do, why are you still here, Misha? Why are you here, at camp if it’s not to work out what the hell is going on with you?”

“ What I’m saying is that s o m e o n e switched my sugar and salt containers and ruined all the cookies I made today. ” She runs a hand over her face, incredulous that this is the third person she’s had to interrogate today. “ Normally, I would have blamed the Hermes kids, but considering the cookies were for the Hermes kids, now they’re threatening to start a prank war on our cabin. If it was you, I really hope you’re planning on remaking all those cookies. ”

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“Three minutes is more like it,” Carter muttered. He was grinning now though, arms crossing over his chest as the three of them stood together. Reaching out a hand, the son of Ares swatted at the back of Thane’s head; a warning shot. “Keep your mouth shut.” His eyes shot to Cole and he raised his eyebrows, motioning with his head towards Thane. “I’ll hold him down you grab the candy?”

“I see I’m clearly interrupting a case of unrequited love. When will you learn, Thane? Your mother was right, you should pick a demigod of doctors or lawyers. Not this piece of trash who’d take you once from behind and throw you out of bed right after; you’re too good for him. Three hours seems like a high guesstimate.” Cole nearly guffawed at the slap to the back of his best friend’s head, enjoying this little scene far more than any outsider might. “Sounds like a plan to me. This is what happens when somebody’s raised without manners, they become so greedy.”

“Fucking bite me, Cole. What else is new. My mother was a fucking idiot and you damn well know it. The heart wants what the heart wants, much like your dick, don’t think I didn’t see your standards slip on last wannabe’ bombshell attached to your hip. I’ll time it next time, prove both you assholes wrong.” Thane hissed sharply and cast an equally as sharp glare at Carter at the shot to the back of his head, “You walked right into that one. It’s fair game.” Narrowing eyes, Thane stood to full height and backed up a little. “You wanna’ talk about manners? What ever happened to not taking shit that’s not yours, huh? Find some snot nosed kid to hustle candy from.”

She was still laughing as the world shifted and she found herself slipping from his waist, shoulder taking the brunt of the force of her body hitting the now muddy ground beside Thane. Of course, the cloud followed her obediently. Rolling onto her stomach, she tried to lift herself up with her hands, only for the slick mud to slide beneath her palm, sending her into the mud again. She laughed in shock, but finally got herself into a seated position. Taking a deep breath to calm down, Victoria managed to get herself to stop giggling. “Please!” She said finally, surrendering her pride for the sake of her health and clothes. “Please, Thane!” Her voice strained to be heard still.

The rain stopped, at least, it did for him. He used the lessening weight on his chest to push himself up in the mud, the heel of his hand digging in a hell of a lot easier than it seemed to be for the tiny brunette. Her struggle with coordination and finding solid ground beneath the mud brought a heft laugh to the hollow of his throat, Thane shaking the water from his hair much a like a wet dog might have. “Ah.” He sighed triumphantly, “Music to my ears.” Slowly but surely, the cloud dissipated into nothing, a small gust of warm air taking the chill out of the air for her. “Honestly, was that so hard?”

“Fucking hilarious, Thane,” Sawyer rolled her eyes and turned to face him, although she couldn’t help but smirk. “Paranoia makes you sharper, more alert. I could prove it to you if you wanna test me.”

Torn between enjoying her time with Thane and hating that he was getting away with tormenting her, Victoria didn’t know if she wanted to scream or laugh. Before she could consciously decide, her laughter bubbled up, spilling past her lips. Her hands released his shirt and she sat back farther on Thane’s navel, looking up at the cloud above her. It was beautiful, in its own right. Though, she’d always been a fan of sunlight herself. Doing her best to get a good look at it, she wanted to memorize all she could for her next painting. Once she was sure she had it down, she found herself smiling down at Thane once more, strands of hair dripping as the rain continued to plaster them. “I hate you!” She said, trying to be heard over the roar of the thunderstorm.

He could have laid there all day beneath his own creation; it wasn’t as if it was everything he wanted, but even Thane couldn’t look past of fucking cool being a demi-god could be. Her shouting turned to laughter and he relaxed beneath her somewhat, though he never let up the heavy downpour from above them. She seemed to fascinated and really, it almost baffled him that she could shut the fuck up for long enough to become to captivated by something as simple as a rain cloud; though he supposed she surprised him more often than not. As much an internal war as was physically painful for him, Victoria smiled down at him in likely the same moment he noticed how her clothing clung to her, the rain that fell against her skin leaving.. little need for his imagination. A reminder of who it was sitting untop of him came with her declaration of distaste for him might have been more than enough for him to snap out of it; to stop his hands drawing higher over her thighs to her waist. “You’re a terrible liar, Victoria.” Thane grinned up at her in return, fingers tightening around her legs as they dropped down towards her bottom, tipping her clean off of him to the ground beside them.

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“It was nothing. And now, it’s time to let go. There are plenty of other pretty people out there for you. Pick one of them.” Carter pursed his lips. “Nah, man. You couldn’t pull of the blonde, I’m telling you right now. It wouldn’t work. And trust me, Ophelia is naturally that blonde.” Pouting as the candy was once again kept from his reach, he grunted his annoyance. “Boy, you better give me some of that damn candy before I make you regret being such a tease.”

“Now what in the world could you two ladies be bickering over now? Has this idiot gone and made a fool of himself again? Figures.” Sauntering towards his two closest friends, Cole nodded towards the son of Zeus’ hand. “Is that candy? Sharing is caring, Thane. Don’t be such a selfish little brat.” @thanderxlightning​

“I’ll never let go, we deserve better than that ---- fuck off, Cole. We’re busy right now. And excuse you, I haven’t made a fool of myself for at least three hours.” Thane sighed, pulling his free hand through his hair about to argue the blonde thing again, until a broad grin plastered his features. “Ahhh, carpet matches the drapes. Good to know, good to know. --- No it’s not fucking candy, what’s with you two vultures? Get your own. You can’t take everything that is good from me like this.”

“Isn’t it unethical to test experiments on people without informing them? I think that’s a rule or something,” Misha grumbled, adjusting his bracelet slightly. “Well, I don’t understand why you want to press my buttons and make me angry, which just causes destruction and other unfortunate consequences. I’m in perfect control when people don’t do stupid things. I’ve been on two quests, I’ll have you know. And I survived them, didn’t I? I manage just fine.” He glared “I spend almost all of my time alone, and that’s what I like”

“Fuck knows, I’m no scientist. But hey, now I know for next time. I’ll be sure to warn you next time I rile you up to see if you can work out how to chill on your own.” Thane shrugged, “I don’t want to make you angry, but I also don’t want you to keep acting as if everything is totally fine. You’re going to hurt someone, better it be me than someone else. People do stupid things daily, don’t trust that they won’t just because you’re around; you can’t trust the actions of everyone else. Congratu-fucking-lations, but hey.. if all you wanna do is manage your powers instead of being in control of them, I humbly bow out.’ 

“Home is relative. Home was the dojo. Home was Abby’s couch.” She got up. “And I’m only half home. Home…is also Jae.” Instead of her usual pissed-off expression, her face fell into a melancholy for a moment. “Don’t be a dick just because you don’t like it here.”

“And why would you want this to happen? It doesn’t make any logical sense,” Misha didn’t understand why Thane would want to cause all of this strife–and broken appliances/lightbulbs/cutlery. “It seems like a gigantic waste of time. Our other siblings never do things like this,” Misha pointed out and quickly retrieved his bracelet, feeling much better when it was back around his wrist “Is it your idea of a joke or something?”

“Call it an experiment. It maks perfect logical sense, you’re just too pissed off to see it.” Thane didn’t really know what it was like to be completely out of control, but there were things that he couldn’t get to work for him and that alone was frustrating enough. “Maybe, maybe not. I’m not our siblings, I thought we already established that? They don’t touch your things, I do. --- They don’t push your buttons, I do. I’m not them, we’re clear on that.” Rolling his eyes Thane rubbed a rough palm over his face. “Yes. Yes this is my idea of a joke, hilarious..-- No you idiot, but you’re not going to learn control if you’re not pushed to learn it, are you?”

Riley put a hand on her hip, eyeing the empty paint can several feet away. She let out a sigh through her nose, before aquamarine eyes flickered back to the perpetrator. “You literally just gave yourself away, you know that? Between the trying to lie and spray paint on your fingers.” It was a prank she’d have pulled herself, admittedly – but she was trying to get on her new siblings good side, here. Having ‘CABIN #1 RULES’ splayed across the door while she was the only one there was not going to help. 

“Yes, Obviously. Would I have said it unintentionally? Answer, no.” He wasn’t bothered, it was simply another day at camp really, and since one of his best friends resided inside this very cabin, he was even less bothered. “I never tried to lie. I’m a terrible liar.”

Misha couldn’t believe that Thane was still not telling him where it was. “Why are you doing this?” He growled, causing another pan to crush in on itself. His head was now aching as Misha tried to rein in his anger. With a few deep breaths, he regained his composure and looked at Thane “Are you satisfied? Now tell me. If you had just told me in the first place none of this would have happened.”

In truth, Thane didn’t mind looking like the asshole brother, at least one of them had to, and maybe the idea that he was the eldest instilled that in him further, never having had siblings outside of this life. “Because someone has to.” That was how people learnt -- they were pushed and forced to learn, they weren’t given a choice. “Maybe I wanted this to happen, Mish.. ever consider that?” He asked, with a high arched brow, “Left hand cupboard. Top shelf.”

“My father abused me, I got into drugs. Ambrosia tastes like my best friend’s chocolate chip cookies. I met him here.” Cordelia sat up. “This place is the best home I’ve had.” She stretched her legs. “And I will get up, I need to put things away though.”