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.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
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[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] At the back of her mind, Astrid wondered how late it had gotten since this meeting had begun, whether or not anyone would notice that she was missing from her rounds. Mateo had joked about punishment from a Centurion, but the blonde did not want any of the other Centurions to find out about her shirking her duties to make out with her rival. It hadn't started that way, and she hadn't expected it to get this point--but this is where the meeting had progressed, regardless of intent. At the same time, there was a part of Hawke that...almost didn't care about the consequences, almost.[break][break]
Really the daughter of Victoria had surprised herself that she hadn't pushed Mateo's advances away, she'd never thought about doing anything in this...field of expertise but for whatever reason, she was open to doing things with Mateo, both now and in the future. That...was another thing to add to her list of things she needed to unpack later, she needed to focus on the present, rather than overanalyzing her own actions. Hawke half-heartedly rolled her eyes in response, "Alright Kerčić, I'll trust you to take the lead--just this once." she replied, though really he had already been taking the lead--and quite well, not that she'd admit that to him.[break][break]
On the bright side, the thief hadn't laughed in her face at the blonde's admission of incompetence, instead grinning like a fox. The demigod raised a brow as Mateo let go of her waist to run his hands down her arms, gooseflesh appearing wherever his deft hands had touched her skin. Astrid decided her wrists on the other demigod's shoulders did feel more natural, and she made a mental note so she wouldn't forget for future encounters. "Oh." was her first reaction to the new position, her back now pressed against the very hot wall, she instinctively wrapped her legs around the taller demigod's waist as she returned the kiss. The Centurion pulled back early, "As nice as that is, the hot wall is burning my back." she admitted sheepishly with an awkward smile.
Let him take the lead - Mateo wanted to laugh aloud at that. Even that sounded like it was pulled from her mouth like teeth, difficult and painful and unwilling. There was no universe in which Hawke would enjoy giving up control, but the hilarity of letting Mateo take the lead, as though she could do anything else about it, had the son of Laverna pressing his lips together, not wanting to literally laugh in her face. Also, he may have been a little smug about it - he always was when he could one-up the daughter of Victoria.
As Hawke's legs came around his waist instinctively, Mateo's brain short-circuited. It wasn't his first, nor would it be his last time experiencing the familiar warmth of limbs around his body, but maybe it was because it was Hawke or maybe it was because they were in the baths or maybe it was just because it had been a while since he'd last had someone pulled up like this. His eyes were closed as he felt and tasted nothing but the girl in his arms, and so it was with some confusion that his slow drown was cut short by her pulling away. The mention of the wall was an unfamiliar concept to him for two seconds as he got his bearings, before brushing the back of his fingers against the tepidarium wall. It was fairly warm, he supposed, and so it was with a smirk that he began walking in the direction of the pool, hands now under Hawke's thighs to keep the blonde demigod lofted and clinging to him like a koala.
"Would you get mad if I threw you in?" he teased, his voice low. Despite the threat in his words, Mateo walked them towards the steps, slowly and carefully descending into the baths. Warm water lapped at his ankles, then higher up his legs, until he was waist-deep. Instead of moving deeper into the water, though, he turned and began wading sideways to the edge of the pool, depositing his charge on top of the tiles.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Despite Astrid's general need, no maybe want was a better word for it, for control in her interactions with others, she only felt a slight twinge of disappointment in relinquishing the control for once. She had handed Mateo the reins and for once actually trusted the other demigod, something she had never done in the six years she'd known him, he hadn't really given her a reason to, before now.[break][break]
The sudden movement after spending what had felt like a lifetime with her back to the wall would have likely caused Hawke to fall over, had the son of Laverna not carefully placed his hands beneath her thighs, surprisingly making her feel quite secure. Despite the sense of security it had given the daughter of Victoria, her swift removal from the hot surface was much appreciated, verbalized with an embarrassed "Thanks." to the other demigod under her breath. The two demigods had spent so much of their time at camp working against each other the pleasantness of this situation felt foreign.[break][break]
The Centurion's eyes widened at the son of Laverna's suggestion, ready to bite back at him before she realized he was doing quite the opposite. "Wait, Mateo I'm still wearing my shoes!" the blonde exclaimed with a laugh, her voice nearly raising an octave in the latter half of her statement as she tried (and failed) to keep her black Nike sneakers out of the water as he carried her in. Now seated on the edge of the baths, her sneakers absolutely soaked at this point, Hawke slouched a bit before reaching into the water and removing her waterlogged shoes and socks, tossing them in the general direction of her bag, her legs now flanking Mateo on either side under the water. Clearly her years of gymnastics had served her well when it came to retrieving wet articles of clothing. "I think," the Centurion said, placing her arms back on the taller demigod's shoulders as he had taught her, "I might have interrupted something you were trying to show me."
The smirk on Mateo's face was shadowed, feeling Hawke tense in his arms at the mere suggestion of dropping her into the pool. Her laughed protestation about her shoes were also ignored, Mateo not in the least bit worried about her shoes submerging into the water. No, all he cared about was that she did not leave the cage of his arms. As he sat her on the edge of the tile, he allowed her a bit of space to remove the danged Nikes - because of course they were Nikes - before returning to his position, her arms back over his shoulders again. The movement had flashed the sparkle of the jewellry in her navel, and Mateo's hormones spiked even higher, causing him to retake her lips with a bit more force than before.
His hands, palms previously resting against the tile, resumed their place on her waist, before travelling up her ribs, fingers pressing into skin as he pulled her closer to him. Mateo felt the edge of the line that was previously just rivalry with Hawke, before bulldozing straight past it and setting the bridge on fire. His left hand rose even further, towards her back, while his other arm encircled her waist, both of his limbs working together to press every inch of Hawke's body against his. The warmth of the water only served to heighten the promising burn of his skin as it touched hers.
A moment later, he broke away to place light butterfly kisses along her jaw. Mateo remembered the challenge he'd laid down and that she had taken up, and considering they probably didn't have all that much time before they were bound to get caught, the son of Laverna figured he might as well get started on what he'd promised her. Still, his movements were languid, because Mateo didn't want this to be just about the challenge. He wanted to make this enjoyable, not some rushed teenage groping in the back of the school - he was past that now. "Still won't back down?" he asked again, lips moving softly against her ear.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid's words must have sparked something in the other demigod, judging by the force that he had kissed her with in response. The blonde's hormones thankfully took over as she reciprocated, without the serotonin and dopamine flooding her brain she likely wouldn't be keeping up quite as well as she had been. The demigod inhaled sharply as the thief's hands traveled across her bare skin once more, his action serving only to deepen the kiss as their bodies inched closer to one another. As the son of Laverna pulled her closer, Hawke did her share of the work and adjusted her position on the tile floor to be as close to the edge of the baths as possible without falling in, her chest now almost completely flush with his.[break][break]
As Mateo broke away, the blonde took a moment to catch her breath--considering he seemed to be intent on stealing it away. The Centurion gasped quietly as he continued his kisses, this time trailing up her jaw, she was determined to win this challenge, and avoid alerting any passersby to what was happening. "I think you know my answer to that, Kerčić." Hawke replied, her voice a bit shaky as she struggled to keep it even after his actions, his breath against her ear was making her feel...a lot of things that she absolutely would not be admitting to the other demigod.[break][break]
"You've known me long enough to know I don't back down from a challenge." Astrid reasoned, feeling like she was at a disadvantage seeing as she currently couldn't see his facial expression. "You've proven you're...quite skilled at this." the daughter of Victoria admitted, "But you still haven't fulfilled the terms of the challenge." she pointed out, despite what he'd done so far he hadn't actually proven he could do what he said he'd be able to do. She was almost taunting him with it now, despite...several parts of her wanting the son of Laverna to justify his words with his actions.
Mateo's lips curled upwards even as he pressed them to Hawke's skin again and again, trailing kisses from her jaw to her ear then down her neck and across her shoulder. Now that her body was closer to his, his fingers wandered freely, lightly brushing over the female demigod's skin. "Don't worry," he murmured, promise in his tone, "I haven't forgotten the challenge, and I still stand by what I said." Could he be faulted for also just wanting to enjoy this and take his sweet, sweet time? Mateo didn't have an inkling on if Hawke would even be able to meet his eye after this. On one hand, he didn't particularly want anything to change about them - on the other, his brain had apparently gone on autopilot and everything was just about the now.
And now, one hand was travelling downwards, skimming over the side of one leg, hooking his fingers under her knee, hitching it up higher. The entire time, his lips trailed their path down her shoulder, pulling at her bra strap with his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin. The sound was sharp and loud in the empty room, and Mateo only smirked at that before pulling away, straightening again, this time aiming for the industrial piercing he'd been secretly eyeing for years. The metal was smooth and warm against his tongue, and Mateo moved carefully, not wanting to actually hurt the piercing.
The main thing he'd actually been wanting to do completed, he pulled back, eyes meeting Hawke's again as he smirked at her. "Lie back," he told her. His words wasn't exactly an order, but they weren't a request either, as his gaze brooked no argument from Hawke. His free hand drifted towards the front of her ribcage, pushing back slightly to encourage her, before travelling down to gently flick the jewellry on Hawke's stomach. All that toned, lean body, bared just for him. With a final smirk at Hawke, Mateo pulled up her other leg to rest over his shoulder and started working on the actual part of the challenge.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid shuddered under Mateo's touch, though she attributed the involuntary response to an unexpected change of temperature in the Tepidarium, rather than anything related to their current circumstances. Each touch from the other demigod felt like a fire igniting on her skin and they left her craving more. The near sensory overload was leaving the demigod unable to formulate a proper response to the son of Laverna, he had followed through on his promise of shutting her up--at least for now. It was taking more effort than it should have been to keep working towards winning this challenge, but she'd be lying if she tried to pretend this didn't feel good.[break][break]
The Centurion hadn't really paid much attention to it before, but her heart was racing, half stemming from anxiety and half from the anticipation at what Kerčić would do next. The blonde did her best to move with the other demigod, working to avoid undoing his careful work by stopping her wet calf, now level with the edge of the baths, from sliding back in. The daughter of Victoria inhaled sharply once more as the taller demigod snapped her bra strap with his teeth, refusing to give in to him so soon. That effort was nearly dashed as Mateo moved his mouth to her industrial piercing, "Gods, Kerčić." she made out, voice ragged and barely louder than a whisper--she didn't think she had enough breath left for anything louder. The motion had created an unfamiliar feeling of tension in the pit of her stomach that in turn was now impairing her thought process.[break][break]
As Mateo pulled back from her piercing, Hawke found herself missing the close contact as their eyes met. The command from the son of Laverna suddenly had the Centurion feeling like the lamb cornered by the lion. Yet, as vulnerable as she now felt, Astrid complied with his motions, feeling inexplicably safe in this situation as the back of her head connected with the comparatively cool tiles behind her. Despite losing visuals, the blonde flinched momentarily as the thief flicked her navel piercing before he continued.[break][break]
As the last echoes of Hawke's pleasured sounds died around them, Mateo straightened, smug as a cat that got the cream and ego very much stroked. Of course, considering Hawke hadn't even known where to put her hands when they were kissing, Mateo's victory probably wasn't as considerable as he was acting, but he was a very simple male. The sounds had sounded real, Hawke had shuddered on the tiles, and everything was fine and dandy for the son of Laverna. Aside from his own problem, but that wasn't part of the challenge, so it wasn't too important right now.
There was a savage sort of glint in his eyes as he finally straightened, placing more butterfly kisses along the inside of Hawke's calf as he slowly shifted the leg from his shoulder, fingers around her ankle, returning the limb to the water. Now that the challenge had been completed, Mateo was suddenly aware of the fact that someone might have heard them, so he glanced at the entrance once before turning his attention back to the daughter of Victoria, self-satisfied smirk on his face. "I think I won that one, Hawkey, don't you agree with me?" he said, the teasing lilt clear in his tone.
He backed away as she sat up, leaning backwards so his body sank further into the warm water, allowing it to rush over his shoulders. There would be no excuse for his soaking wet pyjama pants tomorrow - or later today - but that couldn't be helped. It was probably going to be a good idea to drop them off in the laundry straight away than bring it back to his cohort; it would be less suspicious that way. Now that he was submerged in the pool, he supposed he might as well take a proper bath, and with that thought, struggled with the wet fabric that clung to his legs as he pulled it off underwater. When that was thrown to the side of the pool, Mateo dunked his head in briefly before popping back up, grin still on his face as he eyed Hawke.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid had lost the challenge, there really wasn't any other way to put it. Mateo had not failed to deliver on his promise, and the daughter of Victoria wasn't even sure if she could be mad about it. While the experience had been entirely new and foreign and not at all what she had expected, it had felt good, and she found herself hoping that anything Mateo had introduced her to tonight wasn't just because of the challenge. The son of Laverna's kisses on her calf and subsequently raised gooseflesh pulled the blonde out of her thoughts, though she decided to lay on the tiles for just a bit longer--the coolness was helping her regain her bearings and pull her back on track to actually functioning properly.[break][break]
Hawke stayed on the ground a bit more, from a mixture of not wanting to face the thief just yet and not quite having the energy to do so, she found it quite comfortable really. Eventually, the Centurion had to face the facts, so she settled for leaning back on her elbows as the other demigod spoke up. "I don't know, Kerčić." the demigod responded with a lopsided smile, as she looked at Mateo "It's...possible you won this challenge, only because I didn't use my powers, clearly." she added, returning the teasing.[break][break]
The Centurion stifled a laugh as she sat up, watching as Mateo submerged himself in the waters of the Tepidarium. It seemed he had planned on using the baths for their intended purpose after all tonight. It reminded Astrid that she had yet to bathe today as well, and should take advantage of the empty baths as he had. Using her hand to steady herself, the blonde stood and removed her shorts and her navel piercing--adding them to her pile--before entering the baths herself. Hawke followed Mateo's suit, dunking her head underwater and emerging with her hair a few shades darker. "Listen," she said, her voice serious as she made her way near the other demigod, "was all of this serious for you, or just part of the challenge?" she asked.[break][break]
It pleased Mateo no end to see what he called the noodle look in Hawke's smile and body as she leaned up on her elbows to look at him. The goading about him only being allowed to win - much like her allowing him to be in control - only made him snicker. He had won this fair and square, but Mateo wasn't able to help himself from replying, "You could always try one-upping me." He waggled his eyes suggestively at her, innuendo in his voice.
With no shame whatsoever, Mateo watched as Hawke dumped her shorts and joined him in the water. The male demigod lazily paddled his hands in the water for no other reason than because it felt comfortable, and waited for Hawke to re-emerge from the water. He grinned at her when she came back up, realizing he quite liked the way her hair plastered down when wet, showing off the angles of her face and the sparkle in her ear. That post haze was abruptly shattered as Hawke - being Hawke - came closer to him and decided to ask him if this whole thing had been serious for him.
If he'd had anything in his mouth, Mateo would have spluttered at the question. As it was, he only stared at her in shock, his brain frozen in non-comprehension. Serious? As in, like, what, was she expecting things from him now? Because he'd gone down on her once? Mateo was many things, but committed was definitely not one. He could barely commit to a crime sometimes, his duties definitely hardly ever, and now he was expected to for a girl.
Carefully, mindful that he had no way of defending himself if Hawke decided to attack him, he flashed a quick smile at the daughter of Victoria, eyebrows coming together for a quick second as he asked, "Serious? What do you mean?" An internal part of Mateo was screaming. He never enjoyed these conversations, and he usually didn't have to - usually when he got tired of girls, he just stopped talking to them and hoped they'd get the hint.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid snorted in amusement, "I think we both know how poorly that would end." she responded, she thought she had proven quite well that she didn't know what she was doing in ventures such as this, and it'd likely take quite a bit of practice before she'd be able to match his performance. "I don't think my powers would work on that either." she admitted as an afterthought.[break][break]
Hawke made a futile attempt to move some of the wet strands of hair that were now sticking to the front of her face back so they were back in their proper place, a small semblance of control over her surroundings. As always the water of the Tepidarium was comfortable, not hot enough to the point that it was stifling like the air of the Sudatoria was. The blonde sat a respectable distance away from the other demigod, a stark contrast to the closeness they had shared not long ago.[break][break]
The Centurion shook her head, hoping the motion would will the topic she had brought up to go away, she had regretted the words as soon as they had left her mouth. "Nothing, forget I said anything." she responded with a bit of a forced smile, "I think my brain hasn't quite caught up to thinking properly just yet." the daughter of Victoria added, making up an excuse to diffuse the unnecessary awkwardness she had just brought into the conversation. It was stupid of her to have even asked the son of Laverna that, just because he'd been the only person the demigod had ever done much of...anything with, it didn't mean it meant anything to him past winning the challenge he'd initiated--a chance to prove her wrong.[break][break]
After something like this though, Astrid wasn't sure what her dynamic with the thief was, which was why she had asked the stupid question in the first place. Now she just wanted to sink beneath the water and forget she existed, but that wasn't an option at this point--Mateo knew far too well that she existed, especially after tonight.[break][break]
Mateo waggled his eyebrows at Hawke again, smug superiority in his tone as he offered, "You could always practice. Practice makes perfect, and you want to be perfect, right, Hawke?" Would Mateo offer to be her test target for this kind of activity? But of course, it only seemed fair. He had made her come undone, and with a fair bit of noise; it really was only fair payback that he be made to feel pleasure and say so out loud. He could even teach her what he liked - and Mateo liked a lot of things. The sudden image of it had Mateo suddenly very grateful that his body was submerged under water.
Of course, all signs of his humourous mood disappeared at the turn of their conversation. Mateo didn't like that look on her face, because he had a very funny feeling Hawke was going to be different now, and gods but Mateo lived to annoy the living daylights out of her. He would be supremely bored - and incredibly irritated - if she decided to do that thing that girls do and avoid him or give him the cold shoulder or not even look at him. This had all been in the spirit of fun, right? A challenge, just like many others in the years they'd known each other. Why did Hawke have to put meaning to it, because Mateo could clearly see that was what she was doing.
With a bit of a sigh, Mateo's hands rose to his hair, fingers sliding backwards in a bit of a frustrated movement. Why couldn't things with girls ever just be simple? He'd known things would maybe be a bit different after tonight, but he hadn't expected this. "Hawke," he started, his voice serious now. He took a step towards her, although he wasn't sure that was the best idea. "Nothing has to change. I mean, sure, we could do this more often if you wanted to" - Mateo was sincere about the practice bit, after all - "but why does it need to be serious?"
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid's cheeks flushed at the implication the son of Laverna had presented, he wasn't necessarily incorrect about her tendencies to strive for perfection, "Practice...does make perfect." the blonde reluctantly agreed, her eyes not meeting his as she glanced down. "Just seems like an odd thing to practice, particularly on my own." she added, rubbing the back of her neck as she spoke--it wasn't as though that would be an independent learning experience. The daughter of Victoria doubted Mateo would see this past being a one-time thing as it was.[break][break]
Hawke suddenly found herself very aware of her surroundings, the feel of the Tepidarium's water on her skin as it flowed around her, the wet strands of hair sticking to her face, and the thick tension hanging in the air from the sudden mood shift between the two of them. Clearly Mateo had felt it too, judging by his own change in demeanor. The Centurion watched the other demigod's movements out of the corner of her eye, not wanting it to be too obvious that she was invested in his response.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria turned to face Mateo as he said her name, her attention focused on him as he spoke. "I think...serious was the wrong word." the blonde responded, "I don't want anything to change either, aside from doing this more often as you said, but..." she paused, trying to think of a good way to phrase what she wanted to say next. "I just wasn't sure if you had done any of this because of the challenge, or if this had actually been something you wanted." she clarified, hoping it made sense. Despite the minor annoyance, Hawke didn't want Kerčić to stop antagonizing her, that was their routine--but she also wouldn't mind if things like tonight were to happen either. Astrid didn't expect Mateo to change the way he was, and she didn't want him to change that. She'd be perfectly fine if he also did things like this as well, even without changing the rest of his attitude, it wouldn't be him if he changed that.[break][break]
There was a beat of silence as Mateo processed Hawke's words about practicing on her own, before he subsided into a fit of silent laughter, standing upright in the baths and a little hunched over as he fought to keep the volume of his laughter to a minimum. His imagination ran rampant as it always did when it came to girls, but what was funnier was the idea of Hawke getting caught. He sighed as he finally caught his breath, still grinning uncontrollably at the very funny image in his head.
His mood dimmed slightly as Hawke continued on with her chosen topic of conversation, awkwardly trying to tell him she hadn't meant to use the word serious, but Mateo wasn't sure if she meant it or not. Girls were always weird about this, much to his consternation; it was usually the number one reason why he chose to just stop communicating with them. But he decided to give Hawke the benefit of the doubt, at least this time - if Hawke decided to act funky around him when they were in public, that was going to throw his mood down the toilet so fast, she wouldn't know what had hit her.
"You know me, right?" he asked rhetorically, tone even and conversational, "We just talked about how I never even steal for any other reason than just because I wanted to. If I didn't want to do this, Hawke, I wouldn't have. Plain and simple." Gods save him from the confusion of women. What sort of male would ever turn down such an opportunity? Not Mateo, that was for sure. He sighed again, less out of amusement this time, before he doggedly stepped forward, his movement hampered by the water as he leaned back again to submerge in the water up to his neck, and reached a hand for Hawke's. "I'll show you how much I didn't mind it... and also show you that you can practice with me." There was a shadow of a smirk on his lips as he pulled Hawke slowly forwards, guiding her hand towards him.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid resisted the urge to hide her face in her hands again, instead suppressing a poorly disguised groan at the other demigod. After Mateo had finished laughing at her the blonde gave him a shrug, "I guess we'll never know if I could one-up you, a mystery we'll never solve." she replied, if he was going to laugh at her she had every right to not return the favor to him.[break][break]
Hawke wasn't sure if the son of Laverna had believed her words, she had after all backtracked quite a bit, so it was reasonable for him to doubt her. But her regret at the word choice had been genuine, not that she knew a better word to replace it. Perhaps intentional would have been a better word, had he intended to make her feel that good, had he intended to make her feel things she didn't know she could feel? Regardless of intent, she supposed, it had happened anyway, and even if it had been because of the challenge she was glad it had happened at all.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria released a breath she didn't know she had been holding at the thief's words. While stealing was an entirely different animal compared to what had happened tonight, she wasn't going to point that out to him. "I didn't know it at the beginning of the night, seeing as my ability to sort through feelings isn't top-notch, but I wanted this too." she admitted, it felt strange saying it out loud, and she suddenly knew exactly the other demigod had felt when she brought up the topic in the first place, gods she was a gluteus maximus.[break][break]
The Centurion's brow furrowed as Kerčić sank further beneath the water, resisting a snort now that he was just a head above the water. Astrid felt the other demigod's hand brush hers and she gave it freely to him, wading forward in the water to meet him as he pulled. She wasn't sure what Mateo's plan was, or how they'd be...practicing--but she trusted him, and trusted that he knew what he was doing.[break][break]
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