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Tristan had a book at hand as he was splayed across a campus matress. They were quite comfortable for a camp. He was currently reading 'Tilly in Technicolor', on a whim. The cabin was empty, for what Tristan assumes everyone here is Training freeks. He should probably get on that ban wagon too. Definitely not today though.
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The door was open, and August waltzed in like he'd owned the place. Of course, he'd have waited outside for several minutes contemplating on coming in. After their fiasco the other day, he had spent his time sitting in his cabin, head in his hands, wondering what was wrong with his brain.
"Well, well, well, look who it is!" He said, a beam on his face. Forget it ever happened, he reminded himself. August plopped himself down to Tristian, safe enough away for nothing to happen.
Tristan looked up startled, an instant flush to his cheeks. He didn't expect to see August so soon. He hardly prepared for it. He spent that night crying himself to sleep of confusion and woke the next day as if it wasn't a dilemma at all. All in all, he ignored the entire situation.
He assumed it would be just as simple when face to face with August but.... he was wrong. He took a deep breath and didn't fight the genuine smile crawling up his lips, because depite the rather....unsettling incident... he was genuinely happy to see Auggie.
"I think that would be my line" He said shaking his head and placing his book under his pillow. No need for a fluffy romance to steal any attention. "Did they just let you in? I didn't even know that was allowed." As August sat down across the mattress, Tristan adjusted himself on his knees. "Anyways, to what do I owe the glorified pleasure?"
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August watched Tristian stuff the book under his pillow. The boy raised an eyebrow before leaning against the bunk wall. "I let my self in, silly." He said, "Just wanted to visit. See how you were doing after the traumatic escape of the trainer." August teased him, even though both of them knew the underlying message of his words. "I see you're doing good though, what're you reading?" He asked, leaning over to grab the pillow.
"Ah. Right. The "training." Well, I am a big boy August, I assure you I survived. Although I may have to find a good therapist to help me cope with the horrid circumstances I was put through." Tristan gave a Mellow-dramatic sigh.
August, ofcourse, liked to pester the little things Tristan attempts to avoid. As he attempted to lean over and grab Tristans pillow, Tristan grabbed his arm gently to stop him as he half displayed himself across the pillow to weight it down. "Ah-ah-ah-, I thought you were here to see me golden boy." He lightly flicked Augusts forhead as he attempted to mask the smile that birthed with their touch.
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August let out a laugh. "Okay, well, you seemed pretty panicked, so I thought I'd be a gentleman and check in." He held his hands up defensively, his lips quirked up. "Oh, come on," he said, the feeling of Tristian's hand on his causing unwanted butterflies in his stomach. "I was here to see you, but then, you hid something when I walked in. And because I'm nosy," he said, a smirk creeping up on his face, "I wanna know what it is."
Tristan raised an eyebrow with a smirk. " Oh? A gentleman? Interesting..." He leaned in closer to Augusts face, a non-thinking moment on his part, it was a sort of impulse. & pulsing his heart was. He lowered his voice a few levels til' it was almost a whisper as he made direct eye contact with August. "The last time I checked gentleman were there for the damzel, not nosy about their things."
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August swallowed, feeling the breath coming from Tristian’s mouth as he spoke. His eyes trailed down to his lips for a moment. They were pink and full, the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. His skin was flawless, and August knew if time wasn’t a thing, he’d stare at his face all day. August’s eyes moved to meet Tristian’s looking back at him. “I-“ Why wasn’t he speaking? It could be so easy. Answer with a kiss, his mind urged him. He wanted to lean in. It was the perfect moment, seeing as there were no Hermes kids to point and laugh at two boys kissing. But something held August back as his heart tugged. He plastered on a fake smile, “Well, I suppose I can be both,” he said simply.
Tristan blinked a few times in the short silence that stretched between August's words and his own pending response. "Pffft-", He started laughing as he playfully mushed August's head away, "Whatever dude, sure you can." Still recovering from his laugh, he reached under his pillow, pulling out the book and tossing it to August as he leaned himself against the bed headboard. "It's a YA romance. Nothing special. Besides me reading it for the 5th time over, and coloring every single page of my favorite."
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August laughed before looking at the book. It was well used and loved. The corner of his lip quirked up. "Holy Hades, it looks special," he said while looking at it. "Read me your favorite part." He said, rolling over onto his stomach and propping his chin on his palms.
Tristan flinched at the sudden request. "Oh- well- uhm.." The butterflys resting in the pits of his stomach felt like they were doing backflips. Read it to him? He wants me to read him my favorite part.... holy shit pinch me, whats happening... He started talking himself down. He's just being polite. With that he picked up the book and flipped through the pages until he found the one. All while he avoided Augusts golden eyes and the position he was in that made Tristan want to lay on top of him. For some reason.
Tristan smiled as he ran his fingers down the page he's reread & colored with little read hearts and sunsets a thousand times. It's only a small paragraph, but honestly it feels like a story on its own. "Okay, well to be fair, you'd have to read the book to understand it fully, but.." He cleared his throat as he readjusted himself. "[And right now, I'm just really glad to know you.]A few terrifying things happen to my body as she says this: my heart skips a beat, squeezes painfully, then pounds double in my chest. All the while, a weird surge of electricity shoots across my nervous system all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers, making them prickle. To top it off, my breath gets caught right at the top of my throat, and I'm fairly certain I'm about to die."
Tristan regained his own breath caught in his throat, as he looked up startled, almost forgotten August was in the room at all. "So uhm... I've never had a crush before. Or been in love. But I can imagine thats a perfect depiction of what it's like. Although you'll have to read the rest, honestly it's an amazing book once you put down the masculine pride and accept Fluffy Romance into your life" He laughed at his own joke and set the book down on the bed. "It's uhm... It's a good book. Relatable."
{Their theme song is 'Mystery of love'. the song in Call me by your name? It's PERFECT for them!}
(Shout out to the children of thieves <3)
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August kicked his feet behind him, "Yes, go on! Read me something." He said, and as Tristian picked a spot in the book, he listened carefully. When he was done reading, he could tell how well this resonated with him.
It reminded August of when he'd fallen in love. It was with a girl, two years ago at camp. It was messy and broken, yet it was love and August hadn't recovered still. "That's exactly how it feels," August said quietly. "I'll have to borrow that book from you, then. Although, I'm not sure how I'll surpass all the gooey romantic stuff," he joked.
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Thats how it feels. He knows how it feels to be in love? He's been in love? Or he's in love? "Y-you've been in love?" Tristan cleared his throat immediately after the impulsive question. He hoped he didn't sound like a child about to crack. "You sound incredibly hypocritical with your 'Gooey Romance' having been in love yourself." He smiled. He didn't know why August knowing what love felt like bothered him. They were friends. He should be teasing him about being sappy. So why was he stuck on that small detail? Tristan was more and more confused by the seconds spent with this golden boy across from him, whos smile was addictive, and eyes that made him nervous.
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August glanced up. "Oh. Yeah. When I was sixteen," he said. "She uh- she was my best friend," he said, thinking about how he'd brought her to camp. Trained with her. Kissed her on a canoe and soon after dunked under the sea by other campers- A tradition at camp. Being broken up with by the same lake when she received an early admission scholarship to UCLA. Being left behind. His heart cracked slightly, even after he'd spent time mending it. It would always break thinking about her.
He smiled sadly at Tristian, "Because I got heartbroken, and thinking about romantic stuff hurts." He said, sitting up now. "Sorry for changing the mood, um..." August glanced around the room now, that overwhelming feeling of wanting to wrap his arms around Tristian for comfort yet also sob and visit his mother on Mount Olympus.
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"Oh." She. Straight. Straight, He's straight, I mean ofcourse he is, why wouldn't he be fucking straight, haha. Just because the gods who birthed us are gods of the fucking queer doesnt make it heretical, hell IM not even gay right? Ofcourse hes straight, good for him. "Pfft- Sounds a lot like life then. I wasn't aware we were rolling by moods."
Tristan tilted his head and crossed his arms as he stared at August. He looked fragile in this moment. Before he could think about what he was about to say, he opened his mouth and just spoke his thoughts in the most gentle tone he could manage. "We should fix that for you then. Love, I mean. Theres no reason why we can't paint over a black canvas and make it glow."
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August chewed on the inside of his cheek, a nervous tick he would do. "No, I'm just a buzzkill." His tone fell flat as he watched Tristian's facial expressions. "Fix it?" He asked, his voice quiet, as if he were a small child whose action figure just broke. "You can't just mend a broken heart," he said, a slight chuckle to his voice. "I mean, you probably can, but Aphrodite seems like she loves picking on me."
Augusts laugh was almost as soft as the sand they walked upon when Tristan and him had first met. Tristan tried to laugh along, but his heart rate quickened and it made it hard to concentrate. He maintained his smile as he bite his bottom lip hoping to control himself a little more. Just two straight boys. Friends. Discussing romance. Tristan averted his eyes to his crisscrossed knees as August sat up. "Aphrodite loves a good soap opera, but almost never fails to reward the characters of her choosing. Tragedy often leads to new love. At the very least, new happiness. Or so I've heard." Tristan shrugged. "I've been brushing up on my mythology. Plus we live and learn from the past, do we not?"
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August nodding along, his words barely registering as his thoughts filled with something familiar again. "Right, yes-" He said, distracted. Tristian had shown up in his life during a moment of struggle. Was this Aphrodite's way of telling him it would work out? And when Tristian said tragedy leads to new love... it was all a sign, was it not?
"Tristian?" August took a deep breath. "I know I've been talking a lot, but can we both shut up for like, two seconds?" Before there was any time to opt out, to flee and run or second guess himself, he did it. He leaned over, his lips clumsily landing on Tristian's.
Tristan was taken aback by Augusts sudden request. Demand. Or both? "Oh. Oh yeah uhm sure, we can take 5. We can step outside really quick if you wa-" Before Tristan could finish his sentence, or process anything, August was in front of him. August was kissing him. August was kissing him. Tristan was about to have a heart attack, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming. He could have dreamt this entire thing honestly, he had the ability of Madness, anything was possible, so just to be sure he lifted one of his hands to the back of Augusts head and.. he was actually there. He was actually kissing him. And with that confirmation Tristan closed his eyes and sank into the kiss. Sank into heaven, because thats what it fealt like. This was Tristans frist kiss, and it felt like heaven. This was Tristans first kiss and it was with a Boy! No... This was his first kiss, and he was kissing a half god. & it felt just like that. Like he was kissing a god. Tristan could feel himself getting breathless, but he ignored it and pulled August closer, both hands now cupping his head. He wanted to stay like this forever. He didn't want to think about anything else but August. The feel of smell of him. The feel of him. Him, all him, only and forever and always.. him.
But a small echo itched the back of Tristan's mind.. Does August know he's kissing a murderer?
This made Tristan flinch back.
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August was surprised, his eyes widening when Tristian's hand reached up to cradle the back of his head. One of August's hands rested on his knee, the other on one side of him as he leaned over Tristian. It was like he was home. Like something he'd known he was missing his entire life, yet couldn't place it. This was it. When they say fireworks explode during your first kiss, especially with a guy, that's what it felt like. Of course, until Tristian pulled back. Everything shattered, his heart pounding in his ears and his lips tingling. August froze.
Then, his mind went into auto-pilot. He scrambled out of the bunk, leaving behind his sweatshirt, mumbling sorrys as he fumbled his way to the door. He didn't even register Tristian's expression. Disgust? Perhaps August was a bad kisser, or he wasn't in to boys. Anger? Maybe he realized what August had done and was mad. Fear? Had he had a bad experience in the past, and August triggered some sort of terrible memory? He felt his lip begin to quiver as he opened the door to the cabin. It was snowing out. Two feet already piling up on the grass, and August slipped out the door, leaning against the railing to take a breather. Soon, before Tristian would get up, he'd vanish into the snow.
Tristan still hadn't gathered his thoughts. It's been a long time since the guilt has come back to haunt him. Why now? Murderer. It wasn't til' he noticed the expression of absolute horror on Augusts face that he zoned back in. "I- listen, I..." He staggered for an explanation when August bolted up, pushing away from Tristan. Oh no. Tristan knew exactly what August was thinking of he situation. "Wait, Auggie-" He stood as fast as August had, "It's not you, It's something-" August was already making his way to the door faster than Zues could strike. Tristan rushed to follow behind him. "I have something to tell you, I just- Auggie, would you listen?!!" & It was then Tristan stubbed his toe against a golden lion statue half his size, one of his cabin mates had stolen. He cried out and bent over, taking his foot into his hands. Holy shit, that stings like hell. The throbbing spread to his ankle before transitioning into a warmth, bearable enough to tolerate. By the time he looked back up, August was long gone.
Tristan was too occupied sobbing out his eyes, his head in his fists, to acknowledge the few cuts he'd received on his leg from the shards of broken glass. "What the f-fuck just happened...." His words came in heavy heaves as he sucked in deep waves of air every couple of seconds. Picture, emotional hiccups. Replaying the entire scene in his head, Tristan stood after what felt like hours, but was only really about 5-10 minutes, and made his way to his bed, replaying the entire scene in his head. He sat himself down where he had been...so close to August... and they held eachother. For only a few fucking perfect seconds. It wasn't enough. He attempted to dig his nails into his bed sheets, for sake of gripping something, yet was met with a piece of clothing. He held it out in front of him, a familiar scent he'd almost wrapped himself in moments ago wafting the air. August's sweater. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Auggie..." After blinking away more spilling tears, Tristan slipped on August's sweater and layed down in a ball. He cried himself unconscious.
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