Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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The mention of her oh-so-holy centurion responsibilities was met with an eye roll from the son of Laverna. Of course she would work her powerful position into their conversation at some point. She always did like to rub it in his face a little that she could assign him punishments if he stepped out of line, and he had to do them. Mateo had always scoffed at that; she could dish out chores if she liked, sure, but getting him to actually do them was always 50-50. Maybe 30-70 towards the not gonna happen end of the scale. He treated her demands more as suggestions, much as he had before she'd become centurion - for years, every order of stay out of my bunk! or stay away from my shampoo! was blithely ignored by the troublesome male demigod.
As he walked back to his bunk, Mateo heard her pull down the zipper right after he'd just pulled it up. So petty, always needing the last word. He was surprised she hadn't completely shirked the jacket after not getting a more satisfactory negative reaction from him - he smirked secretly to himself at the idea that Hawke had just wanted to wear his name and his jacket. It was highly unlikely, but it was still funny. By the time he had spun around to seat himself back in his lower bunk, his jacket had been opened to expose that danged sports bra again, and his eyes flicked to the top of the fabric before going back up to meet her gaze. Mateo had learned early on not to ogle too long at Roman women - he might earn himself a black eye or two like the first couple of times he'd been caught. Mortals were so much more forgiving.
The agonised spluttering from his centurion only brought a round of laughter from Mateo. "Would you calm down?" he chortled, amusement sparkling in his eyes. He was definitely not stupid enough to insinuate to a female legionnaire that they couldn't look after themselves; he wouldn't even do that to Buckles. Sure, he'd make jokes about getting her out of a dungeon and she might take that as him being a white knight, but he'd never imply that she couldn't actually fight back or defend herself. Mateo was a fan of all the appendages on his body and he would not be looking forward to having any of them cut off. "I'm not looking out for you, I'm looking out for my dang jacket. No need to get so defensive, heck."
He supposed asking Hawke to not be defensive was like asking the sun to stop shining, or the wind to stop moving. Idly, he scratched at his head, the tips of the laurel leaves poking a little against his scalp. Was there really any point in trying to go back to his nap? It would be dinner soon enough, he supposed. With a small sigh at his interrupted afternoon - something he would easily sacrifice if it meant an irritated Hawke at dinner - Mateo reached another arm out to ruffle around for his Camp Jupiter shirt and another hoodie. He located both items near the end of his bed, one halfway to the floor, and nonchalantly pulled first the shirt then the hoodie over his head. With one hand pulling down the bottom of his hoodie and the other pushing his hair aside in a half-hearted attempt to make it subside, he turned back to Hawke with a ready grin. The laurel crown back on his head haphazardly at its angle. "Where to, O Centurion?"
Imagine the shock of their fellow legionnaires if they saw Mateo and Hawke - always at odds with one another like opposing magnets - walking together with Mateo's name on Hawke's back. The expressions on people's faces would be almost as good as if he'd stolen something from them and they just realised it. It would be worth fielding questions from his own cohort for a few days.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Somehow Mateo's silence was now even more unnerving than his commentary was. Astrid knew he hated any mention of her position within the Cohort, and she wasn't one to neglect using that to her advantage. Of course, that advantage only stretched so far, the son of Laverna was far from a model Legionnaire, and, considering she was the one in charge, he predictably hardly ever took what she said seriously. At this point, the Centurion was sure that the only way he'd listen to her was if they were under attack and even then it was doubtful he'd do anything aside from abandoning the rest of the cohort to save his own skin.[break][break]
Hawke shifted uncomfortably under Mateo's gaze, if he kept staring at her chest any longer she'd likely take back her word and actually strangle him with the laurel. Despite his clear dislike for the daughter of Victoria, it seemed as though his baser instincts couldn't be ignored, and that was something that Astrid fully intended to use to her advantage. The blonde met Mateo's gaze with a glare of her own, her blue eyes hopefully not betraying her emotions. She was sure that if there was one thing the other demigod liked more than screwing with her it was watching her squirm.[break][break]
Of course he was laughing at her, she'd barely been able to function, and with his actions at the root of her plight he'd find it amusing. "I am calm, Kerčić." the blonde bit back, making no attempt to hide the anger in her voice. Hawke was more than capable of taking care of herself and she wasn't afraid to take the initiative to prove that point if she needed to. The demigod rolled her eyes, "Your jacket, right, nice save." she responded, she didn't buy it. "For a moment you almost had me convinced you cared about someone's wellbeing aside from your own." While she had admittedly been defensive, it was near impossible not to be when around the son of Laverna.[break][break]
While Mateo was occupied with...whatever he was doing at his bunk, Astrid took the opportunity to put her 'Hawks hoodie at her own bunk, putting it on her bedspread rather than hanging it as she usually would. Ideally, she'd take off this ridiculous jacket and put it on as she had intended on doing when she arrived at the barracks, but she needed to commit to wearing the jacket if she was to avoid any push back from Mateo. Catching a glance of herself in the small mirror she had set up near the bunk, the blonde decided that having it zipped this way looked ridiculous. She pulled the zipper all the way down again before returning to Mateo's bunk, pushing the strand of hair he had pulled on back behind her ear again, just behind her industrial piercing.[break][break]
Hawke inhaled sharply at the question, "Well, I was going to head to the baths after retrieving my hoodie, but I don't intend to bathe with you, so I suppose the dining pavilion would be ideal considering it's almost time for dinner." the Centurion reasoned. She could take a bath after dinner if she needed to but she certainly wasn't going to risk Mateo seeing any more of her skin than he already had. Astrid knew it wouldn't be very conventional for the two of them to be walking through the camp, but part of her wanted people to see the laurel crown upon Mateo's head and for them to know exactly where it came from. She hated to admit it, but he wore the crown well, even if it wasn't placed properly at all.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Mateo Kerčić [break] WORDS: 612 [break] NOTES : notes go here !!
He was needling her even more despite not even trying, as though his mere existence served to irritate Hawke at all times. Of course, it was probably him laughing at her that really grated at her, but Mateo could live with the simple pleasures in life, such as being found supremely annoying by the person he sought to annoy the most. He could deem his life well-lived. The metal was clear in her voice and in her eyes as she scoffed at him saving himself by making it about his jacket rather than about her. Mateo only shrugged, easy grin and sparkle in eye remaining.
"You can delude yourself if you want, Hawke," he said agreeably, his hands up in the universal sign for surrender, placating her with his words but not at all with his tone of voice. He wasn't even in the least bit offended about her accusation that he didn't care about anyone else but himself; it was true, and it was a motto that had served him well and he would continue to live by. "You know me. I don't care about anyone else. But if you want to feel special and make it that I was worried about you, then by all means." The male demigod only smirked, not affected by her trying to turn his words against him.
Even with his hoodie over his ears, being in the process of pulling it over his head, Mateo could hear that danged zip being pulled down again; this time, he knew she was pulling it all the way down. A part of him wanted to scold her, but knew she'd take that about as well as he would have if their positions were reversed. Instead, when his head finally emerged from the depths of fabric, he only shook his head at her. He made sure not to move his head too much, not wanting to topple the laurel crown he'd reinstated to himself. "And you were the one who thought I'd be so concerned about your name on my back," he tsk'ed, eyes unwillingly glancing at the bare skin again, catching the twinkle of her piercing, before looking away. "They won't have anything to say about me wearing your hoodie if you walk around looking like that."
Did he care that much, though, truly? Not in the least. Hawke was a big girl; she could make her own choices. Mateo was trying to be nice, but he wasn't going to try and persuade her to change her mind. Years of living with her had told him that would be futile. Besides, arguing the point meant caring about it, and he really didn't. Hawke could even ditch the tights she wore to train and walk around in nothing but his hoodie, and still Mateo wouldn't care. Smirk a bit wider at the image she made, perhaps, but there were too many things for him not to care about.
The glint in his eye sharpened at the mention of the baths, but he only laughed again as Hawke told him there'd be no way she'd go there with him. "Scared I'll see something I've never seen before?" he asked teasingly. He didn't wait to hear her answer, though, instead turning and making his way out of their barracks. His hands were stuffed into the front pocket of his hoodie, and he looked for all the world like he'd literally just rolled out of bed, laurel crown lying proudly - if haphazardly - on his tousled hair. A clear sign of his victory against Hawke that afternoon. "C'mon, O Centurion. I could do with dinner and a show."
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Through Mateo's mocking laughter, Astrid wondered if she'd ever really have a day where she wouldn't be antagonized by the other demigod, if even just for a minute. She couldn't recall a time when they weren't at each others throats, whether it was instigated by herself or by Mateo. It didn't take her long to realize that the son of Laverna would never grant her such a thing under any circumstances, judging by the past six years of evidence supporting such a conclusion. On the other hand, it guaranteed that the Fourth Cohort was never boring, even if it was at the expense of the daughter of Victoria's peace of mind.[break][break]
The blonde rolled her eyes, "I think you've known me long enough by now to know when I'm not calm." Hawke countered, her not being calm was tackling him not that long ago, or that time she used laurel leaves as a garrote. This was more of a...mild agitation, not that she'd ever admit it to Mateo, or anyone else for that matter--she was far too stubborn to admit she was shaken by anything, especially with her Centurion position. Astrid snorted, "Trust me, I'm well aware of your inability to care for others, I have no doubt you'd abandon the rest of us in the blink of an eye if we were to get attacked like the Greeks were." she replied rather bluntly. Should the Centurion have said it? Maybe not, but it was true, and it felt good to actually have said it to Mateo's face, even with the slight twinge of guilt that pooled in the pit of her stomach after having said it.[break][break]
Astrid shrugged, "Not like I haven't walked around camp like this before." the blonde countered, "Just because you haven't seen me in a short top with my flannel over it doesn't mean everyone else hasn't." it really wasn't all that uncommon for the daughter of Victoria to do so after an intense workout, she frequently overheated and the easiest solution to stay within the camp's dress code was throwing her red flannel over her sports bra. Of course, Mateo's jacket would be an entirely different situation, considering it wasn't hers, but she certainly wasn't concerned about anyone seeing her exposed skin--at least not her midriff.[break][break]
The Centurion rolled her eyes, "I prefer to bathe alone, actually, it's nice to get some peace and quiet and you certainly wouldn't help with that." she responded, a half-truth really. Bathing was really some of the only alone time she ever had, and she always felt anxious whenever anyone else was around, likely a side effect of growing up an only child. She'd certainly used the fact that she wasn't bound to the same curfew as a Centurion to her advantage when it came to using the baths. Hawke shoved her hands in the pockets as she followed Mateo out of the barracks in an effort to pull the much too large jacket closer to her, only to find something of hers inside. "You've been stealing my hair ties???" the blonde accused, blue eyes narrowed as she pulled out a handful of the item in question. Her hair ties had been gradually disappearing and she just assumed that they'd been lost, certainly not stolen by her cohort's resident kleptomaniac, though she supposed she really should have figured that out sooner.[break][break]
A hand rose to place itself over his chest, a faux affronted look painted dramatically over his face as Mateo pretended to take offense at Hawke's words. "Inability to care for others? My dear Hawkey, I always think about other people - how else would I know what to steal from them?" Mateo knew that hadn't been her exact point, but the son of Laverna didn't really care. He was well aware of his own lack of enthusiasm to put others first, which he felt was perfectly reasonable. Even the flight attendants always told the passengers to put on your own mask first, even before a person's children - selfishness was perfectly and inherently normal for humans. For demigods, it was probably even more so, considering their lifespans were shorter.
The grin that unfurled on Mateo's face was clearly very mischievous at the blonde demigod's next words. He was sure Hawke was exaggerating a little, just to save face, because he was around or near her about 70% of their entire time together at Camp Jupiter, and he hadn't seen her walk around in anything less than her tank top. Unless, of course, she was only half dressed the other 30% of the time, in which case Mateo felt like he'd been missing out. "Aww, were you hoping to make it special for me?" Mateo simpered sardonically, eyes sparkling wickedly. He leaned forwards as though he was about to impart some sacred knowledge, although his loud stage-whisper negated the need for that in the first place. "You really didn't have to, you know, but I can keep that a secret."
The male demigod hardly realised that the little step forward had brought him closer to Hawke again, and the glint of the piercing in her ear distracted him again. Filthy little thoughts swarmed the edges of his mind, and Mateo shook his head slightly, tacking on a laugh with his movement so it would seem that he'd been laughing and shaking his head at her words. No need for Hawke of all people to realize he and his hormones had grown up since they'd first started pranking each other. "I could be quiet," he told her solemnly, before continuing in the same breath, "You'd be the one who'd be loud in there." , was he flirting with her? Time to dial it down, Mateo.
As they walked towards the Mess Hall, Mateo found himself glad for the fresh, cool evening air. The slight distance between them helped, too, and now that he wasn't facing her, Mateo could clear his mind of her... confusingness. He and Hawke had been rivals for what had felt like centuries; that was not about to change. He didn't particularly like her: she was too high-strung and probably too high-maintenance and he'd never be able to get a word in. He'd constantly be pushed to be competitive with her, even on days when he'd wanted to do absolutely nothing, which was more often than not. And she cared too much, about everything, while Mateo cared about nothing at all.
Mateo glanced back at her incredulous question, before rolling his eyes at the stash of hair-ties she'd found. "That took you a lot longer to figure out than I thought it would," he replied, voice disinterested in the crime he'd been caught in. Hair-ties were small fry and entirely too easy to steal; he liked to do it just because of how irritated all the girls in the legion always were. Apparently having long hair down during training was annoying. It had become such a second habit to the male demigod - something he'd done once or twice deliberately when he'd first arrived - that he hardly even thought about it any more. "And before you go off feeling special, it's not just yours, so don't worry." Mateo was pretty sure he'd taken at least one off every female Roman legionnaire at some point, and maybe some of the males who had long hair. It was simple: Mateo saw a hair-tie, Mateo took it.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid rolled her eyes, her nose scrunching at the nickname 'Hawkey', "Casing other people to be victims of your kleptomania is not caring about them, you care about their possessions." she pointed out. Deep down, the daughter of Victoria supposed she somewhat envied Mateo's ability to not care, she was constantly worrying about the well-being or opinions of others and genuinely wasn't able to allow herself not to do so. It must be blissful to be able to just worry about yourself, even if it was just every once in a while, it might even be worth it to ask Mateo for a few tips on how to do so, should she ever need to take a day for herself...maybe.[break][break]
Hawke raised a brow at the son of Laverna's question, "If you enjoy it so much I can keep stealing your clothes." the blonde offered with a shrug, she was sure he had other clothes that would make for suitable coverups in the future. "You may actually have been right about not needing to shrink this jacket to fit me." she admitted, moving the side of the jacket out as if inspecting it and inadvertently exposing more of her skin. "It's quite comfortable right now, even if it's not what I'm usually used to." the demigod added, "Not sure if the navel piercing goes with it or not though, to be honest, it might be a bit overkill." Astrid finished, scrunching her nose again. The Centurion was rambling at this point, but a part of her was genuinely interested in Mateo's reaction and even input to how his jacket looked on her, and she certainly hadn't expected to care quite this much, or at all even. Astrid definitely wasn't sure how to process whatever was causing the sudden need for validation from the other demigod, but that could be unpacked later when she had the time to do so. [break][break]
If Astrid had been drinking anything she surely would have spat it out at that particular comment from Mateo. The demigod could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, dusting them a pale shade of red. "Gods Mateo you can't just say that!" the blonde finally made out, her voice sounding what must have been at least an octave higher than normal. She didn't know what else she could say to a comment like that. The implication of the two of them doing anything in the baths together had her head spinning, he had to have been kidding--right? The other demigod certainly didn't seem like he'd stop hating her, or maybe strongly disliking her was a better word for it, anytime soon but that remark certainly had Hawke doubting his intentions for once.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria let out a rather indignant huff at the jab, "My hair ties would go missing far before I started coming to camp, so don't think you're special for taking them." the blonde responded, "It's just the way the world works when you have long hair, hair ties are consistently eaten by the void never to be seen again." Astrid elaborated, though it appeared that the void at Camp was Mateo's pockets. "A large quantity are mine, I can tell because no one else uses rubber hair ties like I do." Hawke retorted, it was rare that anyone else used the hair ties she did as they weren't conventional considering they'd pull out strands of hair if used improperly, but they were the only kind that kept her hair in place when doing any kind of sports, so she kept with the method that worked.[break][break]
A flippant hand waved away the distinction between people and possessions. Despite what Hawke thought, they were the same thing. Mateo could easily judge a person by what possessions they had and treasures they valued. He could figure out what kind of fighter they could be by how they reacted to their things being stolen. Possessions told a lot about a person, just ask any thief, if they cared to figure that sort of thing out. Considering Mateo liked to think he didn't always steal just for the heck of it, he did sometimes figure out a few extra things about the people he was stealing from. It was always more fun to take something from someone that had deserved it. Not quite Robin Hood, because he didn't give to the poor, but the idea was there.
Hawke talking about his jacket had him looking around at her again, pausing in his steps to wait up despite her only being two or three steps behind him. The threat of having his clothes stolen didn't bother him in the least. Smirking lazily at her, he very clearly gave her a good sweeping look, before tilting his head to the side like a satisfied cat. Sometimes Mateo wondered if Hawke knew just how much he liked the little bits of metal woven through key points of her body, because she always did seem to flash them in his face or bring attention to them. Curious and feeling a little vindictive, Mateo took half a step-forward and placed the palm of one hand close to the navel piercing, a hair's breadth away from touching skin. He tilted his head the other way, as though judging the look of the jacket on her body without the glint of the jewellry. After a few more seconds of contemplative silence, he moved his hand away and said nonchalantly, "Hmm, can't tell. You can take it out later and show me again."
He knew his comment about her implied volume would get a shocked reaction from her, and he laughed as he received it. She must have been more surprised than he'd expected, though - no slap to the face for that remark. "You're walking around camp half-topless with my name on your back, and you're concerned of the fact that I said you'd be loud?" he asked rhetorically, still chuckling. The smirk reappeared on his face as he continued to bait his centurion, a clear lack of self preservation in the path he'd chosen for himself. Then again, that was always the way with Hawke. "Why, scared it sounds too close to the truth?" The smirk widened into a grin and he took another step closer, as though trying to dwarf the slightly older demigod. "Want to find out?"
Mateo wasn't even sure if he was playing any more. He'd intended for it to be a joke, but if Hawke decided to call his bluff, by the gods, Mateo didn't know if he could back down. That had always been the case between the both of them, egging each other on to see who would give up first. Mateo hadn't even realised he'd been playing the game this time around and expecting Hawke to join him. Then again, he also wouldn't be too surprised if she decided that was a game she wouldn't play to win - disappointed, but not surprised. They'd been a certain way for years, a certain kind of rivalry and sometimes a very light friendship. This was different.
Deciding to cross a very dangerous line that might actually get a limb dislocated, Mateo reached forwards to pull the hairtie that was currently holding the female demigod's blonde hair up. With the same hand, he shifted a few strands over her shoulder, the blonde bright against the dark of the leather. "I'll be keeping this," he told her conversationally, holding up the prize of his not very subtle heist, before putting it into his jacket pocket - the one Hawke was wearing, of course, to join the others he'd stolen.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Of course Mateo had brushed off Astrid's statement, he certainly didn't actually care about people beyond their possessions, his interactions with her were proof of that. She supposed he saw everyone as walking opportunities for him to steal from, just victims of his klepto tendencies. Honestly, she'd be surprised if there was anyone in camp he hadn't stolen from yet, maybe the newly arrived Greek campers considering he certainly wasn't one to go and socialize of his own free will, and Astrid hadn't made the Fourth Cohort perform their niceties in welcoming the other camp just yet--on that thought, maybe she should do it when Mateo's busy just to save them from his thieving.[break][break]
The blonde tensed as the son of Laverna began appraising her, her abdomen instinctively tightening and her breath stilling with the sudden proximity of his hand. Usually, they were only this close if one of them was attacking the other and she half expected the other demigod to produce a knife from under his sleeve and shank her, if only just for his own personal amusement as a consequence of Astrid letting down her guard. "Well, I only take it out when bathing, so the chances of that happening are astronomically low." Hawke retorted with a polite smile, still not quite sure of his intentions with being quite so close to her.[break][break]
Astrid huffed again, this time just mildly irritated. "You act as though you weren't traipsing around camp in a hoodie with my last name on it earlier." she pointed out, "I believe you said no one would ever believe anything regarding the two of us because of our hatred for each other, or something to that effect?" the blonde added, it wasn't an exact quote but it was close enough to the sentiment Mateo had excused himself with earlier. Hawke quickly felt much smaller as the other demigod stepped closer to her, his height practically towering over her and it was soon apparent why. The son of Laverna realized he could goad her with a challenge, something she couldn't turn down. Despite her current disadvantage the shorter demigod willed her voice to stay even, "Fine, the baths, tonight, midnight. Don't get caught." she responded, setting the terms with a pointed glare. He knew her parentage wouldn't allow her to turn the challenge down, and the blonde wasn't about to disgrace her lineage even if the situation made her feel pulled in several directions, none of them particularly clear.[break][break]
Hawke felt her hair falling out of the ponytail she had put it in and assumed her hair tie had broken again, until Mateo rather suspiciously pushed a few of the strands forward before shoving his hand in her (his?) pocket. Astrid quickly spun around to face him, her now loose hair moving haphazardly as she grabbed the front of the other demigod's hoodie to capture his attention, "Don't touch my hair, Kerčić." the Centurion warned, the steel in her blue gaze apparent before she let go and continued towards the mess as they had been. It was bad enough he had removed her hair tie, but touching her hair was, well, a hair too far for her.[break][break]
Mateo didn't know all that much about piercings, especially considering he didn't have any of his own, so it was news to him that she took out her navel piercing when she bathed. Deciding to tuck away that little nugget of information, Mateo only smirked at her, deciding not to goad her further about that. Oh, he could imagine the panic he could cause simply by stealing that little piece of jewellry. True, Hawke probably had replacements - he didn't keep up with the navel piercing as much as he had with the industrial - but it would be so funny to watch her run around like a headless chicken looking for it. He wondered if it healed as quickly as a nose piercing did - he knew about that from one of the girls in high school.
The son of Laverna also pretended not to notice the suspicious way she regarded him, only breezily shooting her a relaxed smile as he pulled his hand away. "Naw, I've never said anything like that," he answered her, not sure if he had said it or not but not caring either way. "Besides, no one saw me wearing it topless." He wasn't altogether sure he got the point of her argument - did she only want to bring up her hoodie again for a reason? Deciding to make one up for her, he teased, "Did you want to see me walking around with your name on my back? I could do it, you know."
And then she had called his bluff, inviting him to the baths at the same time she was, and he laughed again. He hadn't put any distance between them, so he was still practically standing over her, looking down his nose at her and smirking. "I'll try not to make you regret it, Hawke." Then, because he apparently couldn't keep his witticisms to himself, an air of smugness wrapped around his words as he continued, "Maybe I'll let myself get caught. Guess who hands out my punishment, O Centurion?" The double entendre was clear in his words and tone and the look in his eyes. Mateo was hardly a subtle individual when he was in the mood to mess around with girls, and clearly Hawke was now one of those girls, even if Mateo's brain refused to actually consider this as anything like how he'd flirted before. And it wasn't, this was just a challenge of a different kind, another rivalry thing between himself and the daughter of Victoria.
Apparently the hair thing had been the breaking point, although Mateo had long since expected her to snap. He'd pushed against multiple boundaries today, or so he'd thought, and it seemed the hair thing was the final straw. There was only a cool smugness in his gaze and on his lips as she grabbed him by the front of his hoodie. "F*cking finally, Hawke," he told her, and his eyes showed just how proud he was that she'd finally cracked. The laurel crown on his head teetered slightly at the force of Hawke grabbing his hoodie, but it stayed on top of his messy hair. "I've been waiting for you to grab me and have your way with me all night." Okay, so maybe that wasn't what he'd been intending to say, but Mateo could never resist a teasing jab at the girl, and this particular topic seemed to bring out a side to her that tickled him pink.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid scoffed, she knew by now it was pointless to try and get around the other demigod's gaslighting. As long as she knew what he said that was all that really mattered, fighting the notion that he hadn't would be a waste of time and breath that for once she could care less about, perhaps Mateo's lifestyle had been rubbing off on her, just a bit. The son of Laverna's next statement, however, the Centurion couldn't resist being nitpicky about. "Technically they did see you in it topless, considering you hadn't been wearing a shirt underneath, even if they weren't aware of it." the blonde pointed out, "You can't be topless the way I am in a pullover hoodie anyway." the demigod added, it almost certainly didn't matter to Mateo but she couldn't avoid revealing the fallacies in his logic. "At least wear my jersey the next time you do it so you don't stretch out another one of my shirts." Hawke replied, she knew she clearly couldn't stop him from taking her clothing, and he seemed eager to do so. After all, it only seemed fair that he be allowed to do so while she had his jacket.[break][break]
The blonde looked up directly into Mateo's eyes, determined not to let his height advantage give him all the power in this situation. It was bad enough she was probably short enough that he could haul her over his shoulder with little to no effort, she needed some kind of advantage over the thief. Astrid rolled her eyes at his remark, "Sure, and I'm the Praetor, keep living in your delusions, Kerčić." she responded. The demigod raised a brow at Mateo's next comment, "I mean you'd be caught with me, so probably Castor, from the Third Cohort?" she responded, after six years at camp she hoped Mateo would have a better grasp on the hierarchy of the Legion, clearly she couldn't give out punishment for something she was complicit in--not to mention he'd never actually follow anything she told him to do. "Did you hit your head when I tackled you earlier? Do I need to take you to the infirmary?" she questioned, he couldn't have been that dumb, could he?[break][break]
Hawke huffed again at Mateo's callout, he'd clearly achieved whatever goal he had set for himself on getting a rise out of her. The son of Laverna had been prodding her all night waiting for this she supposed, she didn't even know what she was supposed to say in response to that, settling on the glare she'd been directing at him already. The blonde felt her cheeks heat up once again at his second comment, refusing to turn around and give him the satisfaction. Instead, she decided a verbal response was best. "Seems like that's more of something you're waiting to do later tonight." Astrid called back, she knew exactly what he had been implying with that particular comment and he'd be sorely disappointed if he expected that from her during their...meeting. That's what it was, a meeting, at midnight...at the baths. Nothing damming...right?[break][break]
"Good gods, Hawke, if you wanted to see me in a zip up jacket showing off my abs, then you could have just said that." Mateo shook his head in disappointment. They'd known each other for years, right? She could have just been straight up and honest about why she'd brought up her hoodie again. Mateo would have gladly modeled her clothes with his chest showing, if only because it'd be funny as all heck to watch everyone's reactions. When Hawke finally told him he could wear a jersey - less fun to have permission, which was probably her intention in the first place - Mateo's reply was casual: "Which jersey? Or do they all have your name on the back? Think you might have issues."
The son of Laverna never quite understood the appeal of putting one's name on things. To be fair, the name on his jacket hadn't been stitched on by him, so that didn't count. But honestly, so what if a pencil in grade school belonged to Jack Whitehat and a ruler to Lola Carmichael? Both of them still went into his bag when he'd felt like it. Names on things didn't matter.
The odd mention of their Praetors and a third cohort centurion confused Mateo, though, and he wasn't sure what Hawke's point was. Did she... take him literally about who was handing out the punishment? A part of him wanted to explain to her what he'd meant, but then decided to instead mess around with her words instead. Smirking as he deliberately misunderstood her words, he replied, "Kinky. Not sure I'd be down with Castor in the same room though. He's not really my type." And Castor really wasn't. Mateo preferred his centurions female and maybe a little easy to rile up.
There was a beat as Mateo's brain struggled to catch up with what he'd just heard. His frozen stance allowed Hawke to get in front of him as she continued to walk towards their original destination. Had he just heard her say what he'd thought he'd hear her say? No, that wasn't a very Hawke thing to do. She would never have been the type to reply with a rejoinder like that. Was she? Mateo definitely hadn't been audience to anything like that coming out of Hawke's mouth, and he felt as though all his birthdays had come at once. Elated, he jogged to catch up with her, laughing all the way, his voice unabashedly loud as he said, "Oh, dam. You do have a kink." He whistled at that, laughing again as they turned around the corner of the building and the entrance to the Mess Hall was in sight. Bringing his head closer to her ear so she could still hear him despite the lowering of his voice, he said, "Don't worry, Hawke, I can show you a good time."
He grinned at her and winked as he pulled away, before turning to walk towards the side of the Mess Hall. His parting words to her were, "I'm gonna be over here to watch the show. Strut my jacket!" Pulling his hood up so he wouldn't be the centre of anyone's attention, especially after the others spotted the name on the back of what Hawke was wearing, Mateo melted into the crowd, content to watch his centurion face the horde alone. Due to his height, he was sure Hawke could still see his eyes laughing at her from across the room.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] It took all of Astrid's willpower to not hide her face in her hands, Mateo was far too skilled at taking things she said out of context and her words were coming back to bite her in the gluteus maximus. "That's not at all what I meant, but you keep on thinking that." the blonde finally responded, her fake smile resurfacing once again. The demigod raised a brow, "You see, Kerčić, when you play sports they give you jerseys with your last name on it." Hawke began, explaining as if she were talking to a child. "The hoodie you stole from me, and anything else from the Blackhawks has my dad's name and number on it, because he plays for that team." she continued, her tone only growing more patronizing as she continued, "Any other jerseys I have with my last name on them are from sports I played, like volleyball and hockey." she finished, hopefully, that helped clear up his confusion a bit. "As to which jersey, the only one that'd likely fit you is one of the 'Hawks jerseys, seeing as my personal jerseys are from high school and you'd probably tear those apart at the seams." the Centurion added. If he had really wanted to show off, the sleeveless volleyball jersey with her number 16 on the back was the way to go, but she wasn't risking the larger demigod breaking something she valued so much.[break][break]
The blonde certainly must have looked confused at Mateo's reply until she finally understood what he had been implying in the first place, hiding her reddening face in her hands while trying to disguise it as a facepalm in an attempt to avoid further embarrassment. The Centurion wasn't always the best at picking up on innuendos and she certainly looked like an idiot for missing that one, "I'm just...going to pretend you didn't say that." Hawke decided, removing her hands from her face, she refused to admit to the son of Laverna that she was frequently clueless with anything regarding romance, especially considering she hadn't quite figured out why that was just yet and she didn't need him psychoanalyzing her.[break][break]
On the other hand, there were times that the demigod picked up on innuendos, and it seemed as though she had thrown Mateo off with her response, even for just a second. Unfortunately, it had been only a second, and Mateo managed to very loudly say something stupid as they approached the Mess Hall, her cheeks reddening once again. "I've got no idea what you're talking about." the blonde insisted. In all honesty she really didn't have a clue, Astrid had never dated anyone nor explored...anything in that context and she had just wanted to return the banter, not entirely thinking of the connotations. The idea of Mateo taking control wasn't...entirely offputting, but the daughter of Victoria quickly shoved that thought away to something she could unpack later with...everything else. Hawke tensed as the son of Laverna got close to her once again, "Sure Kerčić, whatever helps you sleep at night." she responded, the fake smile on her face once again.[break][break]
Astrid grimaced as Mateo all but shouted at her again, garnering looks from those around her. As much as she wanted to have the last word, she was unable to think of anything that would have even made sense to what he had said. Instead, Hawke opted for flipping the other demigod off across the Mess Hall as she walked off to get her own food, not quite caring who saw. The daughter of Victoria needed to think about anything that wasn't Mateo Kerčić before their meeting tonight rolled around.[break][break]
At first Mateo was stumped. He hadn't realised Hawke's father had been an athlete - made sense, he supposed, considering Hawke Senior's daughter as well as Hawke Junior's mother. For a few seconds, Mateo was slack-jawed, not sure how he could possibly reply to that, before shrugging and deciding it didn't matter. "Still your last name too, Hawke. And that's your Blackhawks hoodie, or are you telling me that your dad is as small and skinny as you?" At the end of the day, no one else knew it had been Hawke Senior's name and number on the jersey, and as far as Mateo was aware, there was only one Hawke in Camp Jupiter. Everyone would see her name and assume it was her. That was the only and main point in Mateo's eyes.
The mention of her jerseys being too small for him only elicited another careless shrug from the son of Laverna. He'd known by glancing at the Blackhawks hoodie that it would be too small for him, and yet he'd forged on ahead anyway. A high school jersey may look ridiculous on him, but the male demigod would easily sacrifice a bit of his pride if it meant he could irritate or one-up Hawke. "I'll find a way to make them fit," he promised easily, waving another flippant hand as though her concern was inconsequential. And he would; it most likely wouldn't look sexy in the least, but the size of it would certainly mean he wouldn't be able to close the zipper at all, exposing his bare midriff to anyone who happened to be an audience to the show.
Loud laughter almost drowned out Hawke's response about pretending not to have heard Mateo's words. He was absolutely living for this side of her that he didn't know he'd be able to poke at. Oh, but he had a ton of these - it was practically inherent for teenage boys to have innuendos and double entendres at every opportunity. Now that he saw how easily it affected and flustered Hawke, he'd have to make an extra effort to make normal things sound dirty. And apparently teasing her about threesomes and kinks. Mateo was so ready. The fake smile and the sarcastic words she'd thrown at him was only greeted with a genuinely bright grin on Mateo's face. She was hiding whatever embarrassment she'd had felt at his words behind the supremely lofty expression and tone of voice, but Mateo knew better. He wouldn't rub it in her face now, though; he'd show her.
The echoes of Mateo's amusement could be heard over the bubbling chatter of the demigods in the Mess Hall, finding her parting gesture hilarious and very on par for the both of them. He watched with a smirk as she turned away from him to get her own dinner, the letters of his last name winking back at him. His eyes gleamed from under the hood as he saw a few other demigods notice, clearly recognizing what the name on the back of her jacket meant, and rolling their eyes at each other. It wasn't quite as big of a show as he'd hoped, but it was still somewhat entertaining. An inexplicable, slightly vicious streak had him very much looking forward to their midnight rendezvous, and Mateo smirked one last time at Hawke's back before turning to focus on his own dinner.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid rolled her eyes, "It is my hoodie," she confirmed, "but the NHL sells gear with my dad's name and number on it, the particular hoodie you were wearing earlier was a gift from my dad just before I left for camp." the blonde elaborated. Mateo likely didn't care, but it was odd that he didn't know about merchandising for sports teams--it wasn't that uncommon, surely he had seen people wearing football jerseys before? Merchandising aside, it was a point of pride for the demigod that her dad was a hockey player, wearing his jerseys made her feel more connected to him, especially considering she rarely, if ever, saw him since she started living at Camp Jupiter.[break][break]
Hawke chose not to dignify Mateo's comment about making her clothing fit. On one hand, she really didn't want to see him ruining her clothes, but on the other, she didn't want to give him any more ideas on how to do that. Maybe she could hide her more fitted clothes so the other demigod wouldn't be able to find them in order to do so, probably in another Cohort just to be sure. The thief was far too skilled in finding her belongings otherwise.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria really shouldn't have been surprised that Mateo was laughing at her, it was all he ever did it seemed. She'd screwed up and revealed her complete and utter naivete regarding anything sexual and that slip up would certainly come back to bite her in the gluteus maximus several times over, if their interactions in the past were anything to go by. Hawke was sure that Mateo would be the exact kind of person to harp on a typo in a groupchat until the end of time, which made her extra glad there wasn't any sort of electronic communication to be utilized at camp--especially considering her dyslexia.[break][break]
In an effort to get as far away from the son of Laverna as possible, Astrid found a table with some of the other Centurions, knowing the other demigod would likely never go so far as to sit with the authority figures at camp--unless with the intention of stealing from them. The blonde was already feeling anxious about the challenge she'd accepted, with Mateo 'making her scream' could be anything from something sexual or just attacking her, he certainly wasn't above doing either. Hawke decided instead to try and catch up with the other Centurions, keeping the topic away from her choice of jacket for the night. Whatever Mateo's intentions were would be revealed at the baths, and thinking about them could wait until then.[break][break]
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