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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Scarlett's eyes met his as she playfully teased him about being a Centurion and he found himself utterly bewitched by her. He wasn't the kind of person who lived and died by Rome's sword. He loved his Camp and he loved his lineage, he was proud of who he was and what he had accomplished. He had never been the kind of guy whose whole persona was Camp though, and that had always made him feel like an outsider.
Romans were taught that the legion came first. There was a reason SPQR was tattooed on the skin, and that had always made him feel just a bit like an outsider. When Scarlett looked at him sometimes, when she held his gaze with her bewitching smile like she was currently doing, he wanted nothing more than to pledge himself to her instead. To walk hand in hand into an uncertain future that held more than what the legion asked of him. With her, he felt less and less of a Roman imposter and more like the person he had been before he had made it to camp.
She promised to think of something good for his punishment and he chuckled softly. "I don't doubt that one bit." Their lips met and his rambling thoughts were quieted. The kiss ended much too quickly for his liking, but as she spoke of Rhiannon, Castor internally winced. She wasn't exactly known for holding back and he was thankful that he hadn't had to ref the bout. There was a better chance of snow falling in her father's realm than him sitting back while Scarlett took a hit.
She asked him if he in fact did watch any of her fights and he shook his head, "No. They kept me busy refereeing. Two fights had to be stopped from cheating. Two more had to be ended due to refusing to tap out." He shook his head softly before continuing, "I'm honestly kind of relieved though if you want to know the truth." He glanced away a moment, his eyes grazing the ground before meeting hers again. "I know this is going to sound really sexist, but I don't think I could have watched silently while someone tried fighting you." Because it would have indeed been them attempting the action. He knew he couldn't have allowed it to actually happen.
The pair moved along towards the stables and his grin returned as he glanced over at her. "If I get the option of having you in my arms, I'm going to pick that one time and time again." He was grinning, the smirk clear on his face though every word was the truth. "If you're sure he won't object?" The last thing Castor wanted was to hurt her pegasus or worse, have him decide Castor wasn't worth the extra trouble and kick him off a few hundred feet off the ground.
They made their way to him and Castor hadn't much been an animal guy, but even he had to admit that the creature was stunning. Like something from an ancient fairy-tale or something. He looked like he didn't belong in the world, but he didn't care enough to leave it either. Castor took the mint and carefully fed it to the animal as he nodded to her suggestion, "Sounds good."
The horse took the mint, though he did pause for just a moment before accepting it and Castor found himself grinning all over again. "I think you two are a pretty perfect pairing. I can tell already." He gently scratched the animal behind the ear before turning his attention back to her. Scarlett leaned up, softly kissing his cheek and he slipped his arms around her waist, his lips meeting hers once more before putting his forehead to hers. "I told you, I'll choose you in my arms over any other choice any day of the week." Did it more than likely make him look like less of an intimidating Roman to ride behind her on an animal that he would never control? Probably. But there was no part of him that cared.
Castor's hands were sweaty. A nervous feeling had lodged itself in his chest and he hated all of it. He normally wasn't the nervous type. He wasn't exactly a playboy but he usually wasn't shy or unsure when it came to girls. That was all before Scarlett though. She had come into his world and shook up every part of it. He found himself head over heels following her around like a puppy, doing whatever it took to render a smile from her lips.
He had even agreed to go horseback riding. It wasn't that he didn't like horses. He had no issue with them. He was perfectly happy cleaning stalls and taking care of them. Horseback riding though? That was something else entirely. He didn't like not being in control. Though, when it came to her, he knew better than to think anything was in his control anymore.
He had gone riding before. It was a part of their training. A very small part, but a part nonetheless. He knew how it all worked and he could stay seated properly in the saddle, but a date on horseback was something he had never attempted in all of his life. He was used to situations that he could, again, control. Whether it was the movies or dinner or a thousand other activities. He was always in control. Seated on top of an animal was the direct opposite of that. He would be at the mercy of whatever equine she chose. There was nothing he could manipulate or work in his favor. It would be just him and her. It was a nervous thought that continued to nag him the whole way to the stables.
He had found himself wondering why he had ever agreed to this when he walked into the stable, finding her immediately. A smile was on her lips as she spoke to the animal before her and he had to pause. That was why. That smile. He'd do whatever she asked if it meant her keeping that smile on her face.
She seemed to notice him then, slighting him on being late and he grinned as he made his way to her. "I'm sorry. One of my legionnaires asked me a question before I made it out of the barrack." One of the new kids had delayed him and he knew she wasn't truly upset at him but he couldn't help the devilish grin that came to his lips as he replied, "Feel free to punish me how you see fit."
She turned to him then, pressing her lips to his and he returned the favor, kissing her back softly. He pulled away only enough to look her over, his thumb gently moving next to the healing cut on her face. "You look stunning, but how are you feeling?" She had fought half of the Roman army in the olympics and had came out with the scars and laurels as proof. She was deadly and brave and he was only thankful that he hadn't witnessed any of her bouts. He doubted he would have been able to keep in his seat.
She asked about what kind of equine he wanted to ride and he shrugged. "Ladies' choice." He had no care either way. Though his experience was with unicorns, he didn't mind trying out something new. He doubted it would help anyway. If whatever animal he was on top of decided to bolt or toss him off no experience in the world would be able to stop that. "Not really. I'm not exactly skilled in the art of horseback riding. You're going to have to lead this one."
He grinned as she slipped her hand in his, pulling him towards a pegasi. The animal was gorgeous and he laughed softly at the name. "Well, nice to meet you Falcor." The pegasi sniffed his pockets and Castor slowly put his hand on the horse, stroking his neck. "Your almost half as beautiful as your owner." He stroked the animal's soft neck once more before turning to her. "Are we staying on the ground today or heading to the skies?" He was more than a little nervous at the mere mention of flying, but he would do it if she asked. He wasn't sure there was much he wouldn't do for her. A thought that should probably scare him more than it actually did.
Castor returned Claire's grin as she spoke about giving Jax a hard time about his hair. "Well if you do, don't let him know where you got the idea from." He gave a small chuckle. He didn't actually care too much about Jax finding out. The other boy was a force to be reckoned with sure, but Castor could hold his own. He had enough practice with Dareios to know how to handle children from Mars. The best tactic was usually to teleport. You couldn't hit what wasn't there. If you gave them an inch however, they would take a mile. The best offense when it came to children from the god of war was a solid defense.
He nodded when Claire spoke about knowing weapons better than people. He could understand the sentiment. People came naturally to him, but that was only because he had lots and lots of practice in the matter. "Everything gets better with practice. You weren't always great at swordplay or archery. That's why we practice." He paused to run his hands over the equine. She was calming, finally. He made a mental note to ask one of the kids from Apollo or Trivia to come check her out and make sure there wasn't anything else lurking that they needed to know about it.
He moved his attention back to the brunette. "Start with the younger kids in your cohort. A lot of them look tough as nails, but it's just a wall. Talk to them, offer to help with training. You might be surprised with how good you are." He had faith in her. She seemed to actually have a desire to help and that was always a solid starting point. Castor moved the last bit of clean hay into the fresh stall. He stepped outside of the stable, holding the door for her. "Ready to move on?"
One moment he was holding her, perfectly content and absolutely sure that nothing in this world could be better. Then the next moment she had leaned away from his embrace, looking up at him, her lips coming closer to his. Castor had felt his heart quicken as her lips neared his. He halfway thought she was playing some very cruel trick on him. Perhaps getting him back for teasing her about being a siren. But then she had pressed her lips against his and all thoughts had been erased from his brain. He returned the kiss, his hand coming up gently to move through her hair.
He had thought about this moment from the first time that she had spoken to him. He had thought he would have been the one to initiate it too. She had, in perfect Scarlett form, surprised him yet again though. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, sending chills down his spine and he let his drop from her hair to the back of her neck, his thumb gently stroking her skin. He hadn't wanted to let her go, hadn't wanted her lips to move from his but as she leaned back he could only grin. A delighted feeling of happiness had consumed him. He was almost certain that someone could have taken his legs out from under him and he couldn't have cared any less. Not as long as she was there.
Her cheeks matched her name and he laughed, shaking his head. "Don't you dare apologize." He pulled her a little closer to him, moving his forehead to hers, "Does this mean I get to officially call you mine?" He leaned back enough so he could see her face, a grin on his lips. Happy. Utterly happy. The only thought bouncing around in his mind.
The conversation shifted though, to not so pleasant things and he found himself taking note of every word she said. Scarlett raised her shirt to show the wound marking her abdomen and his face was lit with concern. "Are you sure you're alright? You don't want to get it looked at again, just in case?" He knew he sounded like a mother hen, but he couldn't help it. She mentioned someone named William healing her and he shook his head, "I don't know him. Is he Greek?"
She continued on, mentioning Isaak and Castor gave an audible groan. "Isaak? For the love of the gods, please don't say he hit on you." Of all of the siblings that could have crossed her path, it had to be the one with the worst track record of behaving. She teased him about caring for her and he nodded with a small chuckle, "Oh it's definitely because of that. The Roman aspect only makes it worse. You picked the wrong mortal siren, you're stuck with me forever now."
He didn't want to remove his hands from around her. He didn't want the night to end. He asked if she was alright and Castor listened silently as she spoke about the people she lost. Then a particular person who she had lost. When she mentioned that the boy would probably like him, Castor gave her a soft smile. "I'm sorry Scarlett. I wish I could take all of the pain away." Had he been given the opportunity, he would have placed it all on himself, taken it all from her. "I am thankful though, to whatever god or goddess that sent you to me." He laid his cheek back against her head, holding her closer to him. He didn't want to think about the alternative. How his life might be had she not waltzed into his world and claimed all parts of him.
Castor gently got Claire off of her feet and helped her walk to the medic tent. He made sure his hand was gentle enough not to cause harm but steady enough to help guide her. He kept their pace nice and easy. He didn't want her to rush or stumble and make her wounds worse. Right now the worst thing that she had to deal with, aside from the magic, was a bad cut, if she fell it might tear the area.
Castor walked into the tent with Claire. He stopped the first healer that they came to. "Hey, a kid from Trivia used magic on her. She can't see anything do you have anyone here who can help?" The medic told them to wait and left. He glanced at her wound. It was bleeding, but not enough to worry him. He had unfortunately seen much worse. She could handle it. He figured if the girl hadn't of gotten hit with the magic she might not have needed a healer at all.
The medic came back with a boy from Trivia that Castor knew was in the fourth. He introduced himself and Castor spoke up, "Alright Claire, I'm going to leave you with him alright? You're in good hands." The medic carefully put his hand on Claire's good arm and Castor replied once more. "If anything goes wrong, I'll be at the hand-to-hand arena. Come get me." He made sure the medic heard him, acknowledging it with a nod before turning to head back to the training arena.
Castor remained in front of Claire, squatting down so he'd be at eye level as she sat on the bench. She said she needed a moment and Castor replied with a steady voice, "Take as long as you need. There's no one around." He glanced around them to be sure. The event had carried on after they had left the arena's edge and the crowd's attention was on the newest fighters. There wasn't anyone else near. And the few who were walking by weren't giving the pair of them a second glance. He supposed that was a small blessing. At least the magic hadn't come with any awful side effects that were glaringly obvious. It was easy to wait out a small bout of blindness. It was much harder to wait out the effects of a monkey tail or turning into an amphibian.
He himself had never had to face anything quite that bad, but he had certainly seen it happen to others. The children of Trivia and their magic could be quite deadly, but also quite hilarious at times. It just depended on which side of the magic you ended up on. She mentioned she had to catch her breath and a small line of concern appeared between his brows. "Do you have any airway restriction?" That was a red flag of course. He didn’t think the demigod that she had been fighting would have done something so unforgivable as danger Claire's lungs but tensions had been running high.
Claire gave the go ahead to visit the medic tent and Castor carefully braced his hand on her arm to help her up. He was glad she was able to make it to the tent. He couldn't do anything for her condition but give support. He felt much better letting a healer or medic do their job. Claire spoke about the win not being an actual win and Castor replied seriously, "That's nonsense. You won because your opponent realized she couldn't beat you in a fair fight. It's a win Claire." he could understand the emotions she was feeling, but he also knew she won the fight fairly. She hadn't been the one to cheat. She hadn't been the one to bring her powers into the ring. She won because she fought the right way.
Castor couldn't help the soft smile that was on his face. Even in the semi-darkness, even after competing in hands-down one of the most difficult competitions this side of Gaia, she was still breathtakingly beautiful. The soft glow of the lanterns made her eyes shine, made her look like some kind of ethereal goddess. She denied it and Castor shook his head. "I mean it. You're beautiful." There was no grin on his face, no hinting of playing or flirting. It was utmost sincerity that came out of his lips. In a movement that seemed so natural it was heartbreaking, she moved into him. His arms went around her as if they had been doing so for years.
He held her a moment, just like that, in silence. He hadn't planned on this. He hadn't planned on chasing after a Greek girl for the sheer excitement of it, but he hadn't planned on her either. She had come waltzing into his life, her smile and charms reducing his defenses to nothing. Had she had nefarious intentions he would have been at her mercy. He supposed in a way he was already at her mercy. He might always be. He put his cheek against her head, taking a deep breath and letting the stress of the day go. However, she mentioned the infirmary and he found his lips pursing.
He didn't relish the idea of her getting hurt. Though he was well aware that was a very misogynistic thought to have. He couldn't help it. "Anything serious? Who treated you?" He knew a handful of Roman healers. As much as he hated to say it, he trusted them more than he'd trust a Greek to take care of her. Not that they were any less capable, but he knew the Romans. He had seen their skills and powers. He'd much rather have her fixed by someone who he knew and trusted.
She mentioned she was sorry for worrying him and he shook his head. "You don't have anything to apologize for. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I'm going to worry about you either way. I think it's a Roman thing. The need for control and whatnot." He grinned. His words had come out light but they hadn't been in jest. It was a true sentiment. He would always worry about her, whether she wanted him to or not. That was just who he was.
He held her for a few more moments, enjoying the peaceful night with her before he spoke again, hoping he wasn't about to ruin her evening. "Are you alright? I mean … with the lanterns tonight. Is there anything you want to talk about?" He didn't want to pry and he didn't want to make her talk about something that she wasn't ready to talk about, but he also wanted her to know that he was here. That he would always be there, whether it was the good the bad or something in between.
Castor had made his way over, his face in concentration as he tried figuring out what was going on. Clearly magic had been used, but it wasn't exactly cut and dry, there were a thousand things that could be going on with her. Claire said she couldn't see and he spoke up, "Alright. It's okay. I'm right here. It's going to clear up, just take a few deep breaths." He tried keeping his voice level and soothing. The last thing that he wanted was for her to panic. "I'm going to touch your good arm okay? We're going to leave the ring. Everything is fine." He carefully put his hand on her good arm. His palm going around her elbow to lead her carefully.
He could hear the voice of the other Centurion growing louder and as much as he hated to say it, that made him happy. There was no sense in using magic like that. There were clear rules for a reason. That kind of showmanship was dishonorable, downright un-Roman. He couldn't let himself think about that at the moment though. His only concern at that point was getting Claire medical attention.
He had planned to take her straight to the medical tent. With any luck there would be a child of Trivia there who could do something against the magic she was fighting. Instead though, Claire asked him to help her sit. "Alright. No problem." He gently led her to where the benches were, carefully helping her sit down. He watched her take a deep breath and though she couldn't see it, he nodded. "Good. One more deep breath."
She rubbed her eyes and he glanced around for a kid of Trivia, spotting none. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the medical tent?" Castor squatted in front of her, ready to jump into action if she needed it. "There's no shame in getting help when you need it. She fouled you, you don't need to sit there and grit the pain." He knew there was some sense of pride eating at her. He could understand it but at the end of the day, her health was more important.
Castor would be lying if he said that he wasn't utterly thankful that the day was nearing to a close. He hadn't participated in the games, but he had a long day refereeing them which had been nothing less of a headache. Despite warning campers from both camps that magic and godly-gifted advantages weren't welcomed, he had to break up and disqualify more than he had hoped. He half-way expected it from his half-siblings. Trying to get away with everything was their typical MO but he had disqualified campers from all range of godly lineage.
He was thankful that the day was ending. He had eaten his last meal of the day on the field, having to skip the banquet entirely. During the last match of the day one of the fighters had thrown a punch after the match had been called which had caused an outright brawl on both sides. One of the fighters was a kid from Apollo and the other a kid from Ares. The two had begun using their godly gifts and had all but destroyed the ring before Castor and another Centurion could break them up. As soon as it had been cleaned though he ran to the showers and changed, hustling back to catch the last ceremony.
He knew she would be there. The blonde daughter of Hades that had wrapped him around her finger. He had spotted her almost immediately. The sun had gone down but she always seemed to be brighter than anyone around her. He began making his way over to her, a soft smile on his lips. "You look beautiful." The words coming out as his greeting as he got closer to her. That was also when he noticed that she was bruised and bloodied up. Immediately he felt his blood warm, though he knew he had no claim to her, nor was she a maiden who needed saving. He tried to keep his urge to pummel whoever had hurt her down as he spoke, "You look like you fought half of Rome." His eyes scanned over her face, her injuries. "Are you okay?"
Castor didn't have any want or need to participate in the Olympics. Instead he had decided to spend his time refereeing. It was a job he was good at. One that he had filled countless times. Sometimes while on training rotation to fill in for a teacher and sometimes just to oversee something new that two of his Cohort legionnaires wanted to try out on each other before they tried it out in the camp war games. Then there was of course just the general having to ref fights between said legionnaires that popped up. Needless to say, he had gotten quite good at it.
The match that he currently was overseeing involved one of his Legionnaires and a child of Trivia from the fourth. There hadn't been much foul play so far. The match had gotten long though and the longer these things went on the more dangerous they tended to become. Fighters got tired. Fighters got desperate. He didn't say a word as he watched with careful eyes as the two had fought together. There had been nothing to call whatsoever and perhaps that was why the foul had been allowed to go as long as it did before he ended it.
Claire had charged the other girl but instead of landing a blow she checked up and paused, giving the other girl time and opportunity to hit her in the ribs. Castor pursed his lips as he watched Claire get sliced by the blade. She hadn't said a word but as she stumbled back Castor noticed the furious blinking. Magic.
Castor immediately jumped between the two. "Disqualified. Claire Williams wins the match." The other legionnaire looked as if she was ready to kill them both, throwing her spatha on the ground. He called for her Centurion and pointed in the direction of the sulking girl before turning his attention to Claire. "You alright? What's going on?" He knew she needed a medic, the cut on her arm would need to be healed, but he had no idea what spell she was working through. Another ref came to replace him and he helped escort Claire out of the match ring.
Castor chuckled as Claire spoke about Jax. Sibling rivalry would always be a thing, but it was especially bad in the Mars bloodline. He supposed Mercury had their own issues. While his siblings didn't tend to thieve as much as their Greek counterparts did, they had their own fair share of issues. Sometimes he could swear that he could sense Isaak slipping out of bed to go cavorting around camp. "Well, you didn't hear this from me but if you want to get him off of his game just tell him his haircut is stupid." He hadn't personally used the line but he had been near someone who had and whatever words came after were cut short by the pair brawling in the Mess Hall. He doubted Jax would actually harm his half-sister over a comment, but it might be enough to get an edge on the boy.
Castor laughed when she mentioned it was one less demigod to be chasing after. That was the gods honest truth. "That's very true." When he had first accepted the role of centurion he had assumed most of his time would be spent defending their borders. Instead, he found that most of his time involved chasing his co-hort legionnaires back into their beds. Occasionally, out of their beds if they missed their classes but it was usually the former. He had gotten to where the days spent guarding the border were a lucky reprieve.
Claire teased him and Castor just shrugged. He knew it was more than a little surprising. He had been open and welcomed the whole idea of the Greek camp, but he had never thought he'd be in a relationship with one. He had assumed there were way too many differences. Way too much that pointed them in opposite directions. He had clearly been wrong. "Life is funny like that sometimes."
Castor listened quietly as she began talking about relationships. A topic that neither had ever actually talked to the other about before. He could tell she was wary about the topic and he tried to keep his tone light. "I understand. But if you ever want to talk about it, you know where I live." He gave a half-grin. That was a part of the job that he welcomed. He didn’t mind the talks and the teaching that required patience after patience. He didn't mind one bit if he was asked about something a thousand times or had to repeat himself over and over. It was all part of the job and actually helping his legionnaires was his favorite part.
Castor paused to watch her smile. It was the kind of thing that was rare around Camp Jupiter. Sure people smiled all the time, but not like her. She was grinning broadly without a care as to who saw. Without putting any guards or walls up. She was utterly and completely beautiful in every sense of the word. She made a joke parring his, bringing up his good looks and he made a sour face. "Well that's no good. Though I guess if I can get the prettiest girl in camp to give me a shot, a three-headed dog shouldn't be too intimidating."
He had a smirk on his face as he tilted his head to the side, listening to her speak about sirens. As if she hadn't just wrapped him around her pretty little finger. "You speak from experience? Were they the ones who taught you how to make men fall at their knees or it that just from lots of practice?" He leaned back on his palms, enjoying the feeling of being with her. There was something that came so natural to their relationship. It was almost as if they skipped over the whole awkward stage and fell right into the fun kind of madness that made relationships exciting. That feeling of needing to be near one another. The way his heart raced when she looked at him coyly, already knowing full well that coy was the least thing that she was. It just seemed to be working. Had he been one of his more pessimistic siblings he might have been worried. He was not however. There was nothing he cared to second-guess or worry over.
He met her eyes, a small spark behind his as she spoke of him being the only student. "Can I get your word to that?" He was kidding of course, he was in no position to ask or demand anything of her. It was nice to hear her say the words though. To know that maybe he wasn't the only one falling fast.
Scarlett spoke about making his guard duty more interesting and he felt his cheeks redden. Deliciously ungentlemanly thoughts going through his head before he found himself actually able to speak again. A small chuckle escaping his lips as his mind pushed the thoughts away. "Are you trying to get me kicked out of here? If they find out I slipped away during guard duty they'll have both of our heads." He couldn't imagine having that particular conversation with Dareios.
He nodded when she spoke of her memories. It was clearly still a sensitive subject and he had decided not to comment on it further before she asked him if he knew of anyone. A name immediately coming to his mind, "Yeah actually. Aelin Locke. She's in the fourth co-hort but she's been practicing magic since she was a baby. I'd trust her with you and that's saying something." He gave her a wink before turning his attention back to the water.
They were causing ripples to flow down the length of the pool, softly trailing off towards the end. He thought that perhaps this was the most serene he had ever been at camp. Her voice brought his attention back though and he shook his head, a small smile on his face. "I don't know about that but either way I'm thankful." He couldn't imagine her as she was describing herself. A loner who avoided people. She was too funny, too smart and kind. It was a travesty if she was truly describing herself.
He had made her laugh and a warm, pleased feeling radiated through him as she winked at him. "Remind me to keep my hands to myself then." He laughed along with her. The grin remaining on his face as she spoke up again.
She had gotten into the water and he had taken another sip from the bottle, willing himself to behave. That command growing harder to obey as she spoke about herself going shirtless. He could only give her a playful smirk, not trusting his words quite yet. She then asked if he was going to swim or not and he gave a playful shrug, "I don't know…the view is pretty great from up here." Just a tiny bit of his mischievous side coming out to play. As she submerged herself in the water he eased himself in. The water doing a good job of cooling off the direction that his mind had begun running in.
She made a comment about ghosting her and he tilted his chin to the side before replying, "I hardly think becoming an apparition would be a smart thing to do to a daughter of Hades." He knew she was probably going to give him an eyeroll at the joke, but her words had been slightly clipped. Like perhaps something like that had happened to her before, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. Castor moved towards where she was, near the edge. The depth short enough that they didn’t have to tread water. He met her eyes, sincerity in his features, "I'm not that kind of guy. I promise you."
When she told him her plans for the outside world he found himself grinning again. She was something that he couldn't put his finger on. Happiness of course, but something more. Something exciting that he couldn't put into words. Where was an eloquent child of Apollo when he needed one?
He picked up the bottle after her, taking a sip and setting it back down. He reached out his hand to her, and if she accepted, he moved to pull her towards him, but facing away so he'd be holding her. Everything nice and slow, everything only happening with her permission. If she had allowed it, he rested his chin on her shoulder before replying, "I think we have date number three officially planned then." He mentally added up what he'd need to do for that to work and when he'd be able to do it. It was possible. He would just need to clear it first. Turning his focus back to her he spoke softly, "So. Where you call home before you got to camp?"
A small laugh came out of Castor's lips at the mention of training all the time and Jax. "Yeah, you two need to go easy on each other." He knew the two had a history of training sessions that usually ended up in the Infirmary. He also knew it was pointless to tell them to go easy as well, but he wouldn’t be much of a Centurion if he didn't. It was like asking a child of Apollo not to heal things or a certain daughter of Hades to not be so attractive. Some things just simply were. "Is that the biggest draw to camp for you? The training?" He wasn't critical or judgmental at all. He was simply curious. He was partial to the training as well. Though lately New Rome had begun to take over his thoughts. It was normal of course, he wasn't far from retiring. He was just glad he had a safe place to retire to.
Claire asked about Scarlett and he was glad he wouldn't have to deal with any disparaging comments on the matter. He knew eventually it would happen, but he was still pleased it wouldn't be from Claire. He stuck the pitchfork into the hay, carefully removing another pitch full before answering the question. "That's true. They call themselves campers. Honestly, she's different than any girl that I've ever met." He met her eyes, giving a shrug. She truly was worlds different. She was bold and witty while being kind and utterly sweet. She was unique and different and had him already following after her like a lost puppy. Castor moved back into the stall, glancing over with a grin at Claire. "Plus she's gorgeous. I really didn’t stand a chance." He moved back to his work, quietly listening to her.
After she spoke, Castor stopped, standing the pitch fork up so he could lean over it with his hands clasped, watching her. He had a soft grin on his lips, "Why wait to catch someone else's attention? Fortune favors the bold Claire." It was a motto that he tended to live by. He had never been good at holding back when it came to girls. If he saw someone he liked, he tended to make a move. His tone turned more serious, his eyes meeting hers. "Training is great but that's not all there is to life. Sometimes it's good to find other things that make you happy." He knew she had a few more years in service to the legion, but he also knew how fast they could go by.
Castor had to give a soft laugh as she matched his quick reply. "Not at all." He really should have seen that one coming. She hadn't seemed like the type who would be fine with someone else showing her up. He was exactly the opposite. He had no desire to upstage or go head to head against anyone. He didn't care if someone thought themselves superior to him, he knew who he was and that was all that mattered. Being opposites meant that this could either go really well or horribly bad. Castor glanced over at her, her lips pulling to the side in a smirk that made him momentarily forget what he was doing.
At the mention of Cerberus, Castor gave a face of mock apprehension, his head tilting to one side and then the other as if he was weighing the odds. "Hmm. That depends. Do I have access to three very large squeaky toys?" He gave her a wink before turning, hanging his shirt up and walking over to her, sitting down on the tiled floor. "Not even Cerberus would change my mind." Castor's eyes scanned the doorway, a habit of his, and as his eyes had made contact with the door, water splashed onto the side of his face. His mouth opened in surprise, his eyes dancing playfully as she coyly acted innocent. "Apparently not. I thought I was on a date with a daughter of Hades, but I think I've actually been bewitched by a siren." He grinned, purely enjoying the way she giggled as she tried maintaining composure.
Castor was a little relieved that she didn't ask about what kept him away. He was happy with the conversation turning to her and her gifts. He had been listening innocently enough as she flipped her hair off of her shoulder, asking about their private lesson. He very quickly found himself looking over at her, a few non-gentlemanly thoughts running through his head before he shoved them out, trying to regain composure. "I'll look over this week's guard rotation and let you know. Hopefully you won't find a more apt student in the meantime."
He looked over at her as she began speaking about her memory loss. A small line etched itself between his brows as he listened. The feeling of being powerless to help wasn't something that came easy to him. He tended to always be the guy who fixed the problems. He was a terrible healer though and barely made it past the few first-aid courses that he had been required to take. When she mentioned that it seemed to get a little better with him his lips pulled to one side in thought before replying, "Hmm. Have you talked to any of the Trivia kids, or I suppose, Hecate for you? Maybe it's something magical?" There certainly seemed like a lot of that running through camp lately.
Castor put his attention to the water, watching the ripples that their movements made as she spoke about avoiding the Roman campers. That probably wasn't the worst idea, at least until everyone had enough time to calm down. Emotions were running high lately. He was surprised that there hadn't been more fights breaking out than the few that they had. "Nah. Don't avoid them at my expense. I really don't care what anyone thinks on either side of the fence." Scarlett mentioned that she had something and his head tilted, an amused smile on his lips. "Not Cerberus I hope."
At the mention of being of age Castor laughed, turning to see what exactly she had. A wine bottle was held aloft and he found himself chuckling at the notion of her sneaking it into camp. The grin stayed on his lips as she brought the wine over to him. He knew nothing of wine, but it looked nice. "Now I'm sure you're a siren." She asked if he was interested and he nodded. "Are you kidding? I could kiss you right now." He grinned. "Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten to have a glass of wine and talk to someone interesting? I think they were on iphone 5 or something like that." He chuckled as she commented about not wanting to get him into trouble. As she finished her statement by requesting him shirtless he raised an eyebrow, the humor still in his face, "Is that so? I would request the same for you but I think Camp would implode." He smirked. Trying very hard not to imagine things that were very much things he shouldn't be thinking about at the moment.
Scarlett opened the wine and took a sip from the bottle, coming back to join him as she put the wine between them. He picked it up, swallowing a sip and relishing the taste. She had picked a good one. He watched her slide into the water, her body pulling his attention in with her. Thankfully she asked about sneaking out and he forced himself to concentrate on the reply he needed to have come out of his mouth.
He couldn't help the soft chuckle that came out of his lips. "I really don't think it's possible for someone to get tired of you." And he meant that. She had done nothing but surprised him at every turn. As soon as he thought he had a handle on her, she changed the game all over again. She had thus far kept him on his toes and he wasn't looking back. "It's possible but definitely not encouraged. What did you have in mind?" He hadn't been out of the camp in ages. He supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to do. Maybe he could even sell it as enhanced border security if they were caught.
Claire laughed, verifying that indeed they did not want to ruin his face and he chuckled, "Exactly. See, you get it." He was excited about his evening's activities. The quicker he got done with his duties for the day, the better. Castor nodded as Claire mentioned the possibility of an animal getting hurt. It was something no one wanted and even though he was sure that the charm had been an accident, it could have caused an injury. They would all have to do better, that was certain.
Claire replied to his question and he nodded his head, a small chuckle on his lips. "I'd hate to pull anyone away from training, but I would appreciate the help." He was relieved she had offered to help. He had thought maybe it was a half-offer out of obligation, but that hadn't seemed to have been the case. He was thankful. She brought up his date and the two being able to catch up and he nodded again, "Yeah, it's been a while. The Greek's arrival has caused everything to kick into overdrive. I swear I've never seen camp have this many meetings." Claire took the brush from him and he laughed as she mentioned he was the one doing the dirty work, "Eh, I'll still take the help."
He grabbed the pitch fork and began shoveling the hay from the inside of the stall to the outside of it where a wheelbarrow sat. He carefully avoided both the unicorn and Claire as he began cleaning the area. "My date is actually a Greek girl. Scarlet, a daughter of Hades. It's weird not to say cohort." A grin came to his face as he thought of her. The Greek girl who had in one afternoon completely wrapped him around her finger. A task which had never, to date, been accomplished.
Castor moved back in and glanced over at Claire, a grin still on his face, "And what about you? Do I need to keep my eye on anyone sneaking into the barracks?" It was mostly a joke, but there was always of course half seriousness with it. He didn't mind campers dating, but he did mind them sneaking out. He leaned against the pitchfork, stopping just a moment to take a sip of water from the bottle he had balancing on the edge of the stall's window.
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