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((wtf is this planned for? because I just noticed that it has the same name as my OC))

((and it also doesn't help with the description.

wasnt me
I just created the topic

((you sure about that? and is that just a coincidence or is there actually a place called 'Zephyr's Creek' outside the camp

don’t ask me I don’t know lol
i think I put eheheheh as the description because this topic was originally titled ‘Kpop is amazing’

(we havent added the header for the topic yet but thats a so we can add it when we have it)

((mk I just found it funny and weird it had the same name as my OC))

August walked along the creek multiple times. He wasn't surprised if a small path where his foot plants were had been created, seeing as he'd come here every day for the past week. Before visiting the creek, he'd train for hours a day. Being a son of Hercules, it was nearly impossible to wear himself out. Yet he wanted to feel something, any bit of numbness to push down the feelings of what happened in the Hermes cabin. So he fought other campers, fought the sparing dummies, and even hacked at trees. If he kept himself busy, then he wouldn't cry. Suppressing his feeling was always the way to go.

Tristan stood knee deep in the creek, his pants rolled up mid-thigh as he stare down at the tiny fish nibbling away at his toes. He's been to the creek several times, but it feels different this time. It's the closest thing to a peaceful silence he can get anywhere in the camp as of right now. The closest thing he can get to how he felt in te presence of Auggie since....
Another wave of emotion rushes Tristans face, and he clenches the sleeves of the sweater that belongs to another boy, at the memory of that night about a week ago. Bitter sweat emotions have been tormenting Tristan since. The absolute astonishment and feelings of indescribable accomplishment. And the feelings of shame, terror, confusion in a shooken up soda can waiting to explode. He kissed Auggie. No. Auggie kissed him. He loved the feeling. Did this mean he was gay? And then, the memory how he pulled away, portraying the wrong intention. The look on Auggusts face. And then nothing at all, because Tristan hadn't seen him since. he'd attempted to go find Auggie, but... he either always got cold feet or August wasn't there. Tristan rose the sleeves to his fac and inhaled deeply his new favorite scent. Tristan wanted, needed to talk to him, explain why it was he pulled away. Why Auggie might not ever talk to him again..... a murderer.

Truthfully, this sweater, in a way, was the only thing keeping Tristan at camp. The day after.... the kiss..... tristan had packed a bag. All his stuff fit in one, despite the things he'd helped steal. The only stolen thing he would have taken; The sweater.
Tristan never liked camp. It felt like a prison. He always wanted to leave, never had a reason to stay... until now. But how could he think that? August thinks he didn't like the kiss, and even if that fiasco hadn't happened, if only August knew..... he'd never go near Tristan again.

Tristan shook his head from his deep thoughts, and dropped his hands to his side. Whatever happens, Tristan decided he had to speak to August, regardless if its the last time or not. After that... Tristan would decide what to do. But he feared he was nowhere near being ready for August's and his encounter.

((Actually I'm done. Kit the part about him leaving will be explained in the poem im writing about them.
It was supposed to be romantic but turned sikwkdjdeiuf into smthing else))

( awwwwh poor baby )

As he walked, August allowed his thoughts to simmer for a moment. He missed Tristian. He missed his laugh, his smile, his hair and even the way he smelt. He missed his stupid jokes and the way he'd panicked over training. August didn't know what he was, but he knew he liked Tristian. More than a friend, and that was clear. But of course, he ruined everything. Was Tristian even gay? Or into guys? He let his impulsions get in the way, and he screwed over a friendship. He'd been going out of his way, and now he'd never see-

"Tristian?" August practically breathed out, seeing the boy he'd grown to love standing in knee deep water. "You're going to catch a cold." He said quietly, unsure if Tristian could even hear him over the roaring of the river.

Tristan heard a snap behind him and spun around. "Oh Shit- I mean uhm, oh, oh hi. Hey-... uhm." Tristan stumbled out of the water to where he'd placed his shoes. " I uh- I was just..." He waved his hand frantically toward the water he was just in. Realizing how stupid that must look, he forgot to think before he spoke. "Just thinking about you actually..." he muttered and shook his head slightly as red swarmed his cheaks and something rose in his throat. Was he about to throw up? Felt like it. "But uhm... Hi." They were only a few feet apart, Tristan both hated it and was greatful for it. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, somewhere between embarrassed, and panicked.

August stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coats, as if that would prevent him from reaching out and bear hugging Tristian. Thankfully, when Tristian spoke, August's cheeks were already pink from the cold and it hid the flustered feeling rising in him. "I can leave. I was just about to leave, but if you're leaving, then I can go this way-" Holy Hades, how many times can one repeat leave in a sentence? His stomach did flips. Both out of happiness and nausea. Maybe it was better they hadn't seen each other, then.

Tristan stunted. "Oh- uhm..." He started to frantically shake his head, hoping August could decipher what he was saying in his head. Leave? You just got here. I been here. I wasn't leaving, I actually need to talk to you, and need to hold you and maybe kiss you again but definitely talk. "We can leave together?" He looked up at August hoping that didnt cross any lines he may have been drawing, but erased any that were already drawn. Not even Nani understood that last sentence.

( bahahahah )

"Oh, um..." August's mind reeled at the thought of them walking together. "I just-" Think of an excuse, anything, he thought. "Okay."
WHAT? August hadn't expected himself to say it. Yet his words kept tumbling out of his mouth, "Okay, sure." He said, hoping it wasn't as awkward as it was for Tristian as it was for him.

(LMAO I LOVE THE "WHAT" LIKE HE WAS LIKE WTFK ARE YOU DOING BUT TO HIMSELF XDXDXD)

"Cool, yeah, great." He took 2 steps toward August before spinning around again. "Forgot my shoes." He snatched them up, turned back around, and breezed passed August. "Okay lets go asap, because I think the wind and trees are making the tension that much worse." Tristan rolled up the sleeves of THE SWEATER (GASSSSPPPPPPPP) as he pulled on each shoe as he walked.

( ohh shoot forgot bat that )

August wavered, finally noticing what Tristian was wearing. His sweatshirt from a concert he went to ages ago. August must have left it, but why would Tristian be wearing it?... He decided not to speak about it, because knowing the two of them, it'd either make or break the situation. August caught up, walking in pace with him. "So..."

Tristan didn't know where To start. Or if he should start at all. He felt like fainting. August reached his side and he almost collapsed over his own feet. He had to say something. He had to tell him what kind of person he was. He had to explain everything, it was only right, August deserved to know. He deserved the option to hate him and never talk to him because he's broken a moral code that can't be salvaged. But he Couldn't find words to start. So at this point, whatever came out was enough "I feel the same by the way." He allowed a few moments of silence to dance. "The kiss? I..... I wanted you to kiss me."

Despite almost stopping in his tracks, Auggie felt his heart swoop down for a moment. In the best way possible, of course. “You… what?” He said, trying to wrap his head around what he was saying. Tristian wanted to kiss him AND he felt the same way. Then why did it not seem like it? “But- Why did you pull away? And look…” August searched for the words, “Disgusted?” He asked, keeping his eyes trained on the horizon. If he looked at Tristian, he’d probably burst into tears.

((Here we go.)

Tristan kept his eyes on his feet. Consistent pattern, consistent thought, ectect. Bullshit, because his mind was on fight and flight. August was about to hate him. "It wasnt you... It was... I'm..." Tears started to spill down his face, Tristan wiped them away on the sleeves as they came. "I wasn't disgusted because we kissed. I was... I knew that.. If you REALLY knew the kind of person I was... You Wouldn't have ever gone near me. Let alone k-kiss me. I loved the kiss, I loved....everything about you but, you never should have kissed me. I-im... I'm not a good person Auggie." Tristan stopped walking as he covered his entire face with both sleeves. At this point, there was no use trying to hide his tears, they were screaming in his voice.

{To those just tuning in, It all started in the Training arena, go there first}

This time, August stopped. All that spiraling stopped, because he knew something was wrong. When tears began falling down Tristian's face, August reached out to grab the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He held onto his wrist, pulling him to a stop. August cupped his face with his hands, making eye contact. "Tristian," he said softly, thumbing away the tears. "You're not a bad person. You're the best person I know I just- Please, tell me what's wrong. Please," he croaked out.

Tristans heart beat faster, except this time more than likely was fear. This was it right? This would either make or break them, either way set him free In a way for better or for worse. He hasn't socialized with anyone else at camp, the only people that knew were a few people who run the camp. He deserves to know who he's associating with... Tristan shook his head. Augusts hands covered his tears, making an unspoken statement. Tristan took a deep breath. In a very low whisper, barely audible, "I've killed people Auggie... I've.. I Murdered. A lot. of people.." Tristan felt like the world could stop right there and he'd be fine with it. After saying it outloud... for the first time ever... Tristan didn't care to know what will happen next. Didn't care to know how Auggie would take that. The expression he'd have on his face. That last thought made Tristan panic a little bit more as he recalled the look on August's face a week ago. This sent him into a word spiral. "I mean I- I dont remember it, technically it wasnt my hands that killed them, but it was at my unconscious command. I have uhm I dont understand the whole greek mythology thing, like at all, but I uhm.... that story about Hercules? where he was punished with madness and it drove him to slaughter his wife and son... I mean obviously it was a myth, I mean your standing right in front of me, and your mom is on olympus but the thing is that madness thing was real, and I'm fucking cursed with it, and I killed so so so many innocent people, and probably destroyed so so so many familys happiness........ Thats the kind of person I am Auggie..." More unshed tears spilled. "Thats the kind of person you kissed.. I-.... We don't have to ever see eachother again... if you want to stop talking and stop seeing eachother, and forget I ever existed I understand I-... I don't belong in here anyways"

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭🤯🥰😫)

August felt his heart shatter seeing Tristian like this. While he'd never killed anyone, he'd beaten people senseless and... he could relate with the feeling. His lips had been on a murderers, and yet he felt no different. He still longed to be in Tristian's presence, no matter what. And he felt like an asshole for avoiding Tristian this week.

"Hey, look at me." He said, his voice firm yet soft. "I don't care what you did, Tris. You couldn't have helped it, so please stop saying all those cruel things about yourself. I love who you are, baggage included or not," August said to him. It was the truth. Tristian could cause a war and August would still adore him. Would still love him.

Tristan stood staring agawp at August. Did he understand what he'd just said? He didn't think he did, he wasn't taking this seriously enough. "Auggie I've Killed people.." He was beyond exasperated. "People with familys." Tristan pondered on explaining what had happened to wake his powers. He was the son of hermes, but was quite positive if the gods were real, it was Ares who helped instigate those abilities. Madness. Did August know what that means? God forbid something were to ever trigger that ability again, he didn't know how to control it. He could hurt August. Tristan flinched. I could get him killed... Tristan squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head. He was on the verge of a migraine, he could feel it. Even though the worse was out, Tristan felt like August hadn't taken it seriously enough He'd have to eplain further but... not right now. Instead he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Augusts waist, and buried his head into his chest. "I'm tired, and confused, and I really really like you. I've lost sleep trying to figure out what that means. I saw that My father had fallen in love with a boy, but he still slept with women. So I know that I'm okay to not understand my feelings in this place." Tristan didn't mention his intentions to not reside in this place forever. It wasn't the time. And right now, he wasn't sure about anything except they had a lot of time. "I want to try to understand things with you, but I also want you safe. And.....I want you to be sure this is what you want.."

{Bump}

( whoopsies )

"I know," he said softly, "But I'll still love you." August's brain went into autopilot, sinking to the ground and holding Tristian there. His arms went around him, occasionally rubbing circles on his back; Something his mother did to calm him down. "It's not your fault, Tris. I promise. It's not your fault, and you can't help it. Okay? We'll do this together," August assured him. He thought for a moment, "I'm confused too. Hell, I've never been attracted to guys before. But then you came along and- Holy Hades, Tristian, you turned my world upside down. Literally. But I want you and- And that's all that matters."

( bump )

The four lettered word Echoed Tristans brain. Love? He really was his mothers son. Tristan laughed quietly to himself. Well, he didn't hate me.... I guess I'm staying then? He sighed and let go of August, Wiping any excess tears from before. "We'll figure things out.."

"Yes, yes we will." August assured him, smiling warmly. No matter how long it took, or how difficult it would be, August would wait for him. He would wait until he was eighty five or dying, and him and Tristian would figure it out.

Tristan pondered on the scene for a few moments. "This camp isn't located in greek, is it?" He looked up at August. The information didn't matter now, but it may be useful in the future. Either way, a warmth spread through his chest as he was able to look up at this boy and realise the situation they were in. Is he mine?

"Uhhh, no- Why?" He asked. August had always wanted to visit Greece after his brief childhood up on Mount Olympus. The architecture was gorgeous and everything just... familiar. "We're in New York," he clarified.

Tristan smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He realized that may sound suspicious and settled for any response being better than none. "After being taken here, I had no idea where we were." Tristan tilted his head as he took in the amazing boy who chose him despite his burdened crimes. He reached up and pushed away a few of August's lockes from his face. "Now what?"

"Really?" He asked, wondering how much he didn't know about Tristian- At least, yet. He'd hoped that they could maybe trust each other more. When Tristian's hand came into contact with him, he couldn't help but flush at his cheeks. "Right, now what... Um- I don't know."

".....Pffft- Alright we'll wing it then." He laughed and Tristan looked around their area and decided to take a random direction he hoped was back to camp, assuming August would follow or correct him. Or stay a statue, who knows

Sullivan walked alongside the creek, wearing his usual black attire to blend into the shadows. The sun was well down in the horizon, Sully’s only form of
light being the moon sifting through the trees. He appeared to be speaking to a holographic form as he walked, deep in conversation.

Theo had been bird watching. Instead of using his time to train or do something actually productive, he spent his time looking for a Robin. He loved how simple but beautiful the bird was. He had spent his time sitting at a stump, eyes squinted looking towards the trees. Maybe thirty minutes later, he spotted one perched on a tree branch. Theo's smile brightened. Then, a tree branch fell, causing the Robin to fly off.

Theo, having a sudden burst of energy, stood up and started chasing after the bird like a little kid. He practically flies through the wind, hopping over rocks. Eventually, he took a sharp turn into the area of Zephyros Creek. He ran down a path - and by now, he had lost his robin. He was just running now. It felt nice, it was like a sense of freedom. Smiling brightly he closed his eyes.

He felt the wind in his hair, then just promptly crashed into something. No, someone. He went flying backwards, eyes flying open. His smile faded, and he scrambled to his feet without bothering to brush himself off. Stepping forward, he extended a hand to the person.

"Hey - Hey, sorry! I wasn't looking. Are you alright?"

His tone was filled with concern. It was the type of concern you'd hear from a close friend you've known for ages. It was very inviting.

Sully flew forward, stumbling as he was bumped into. He lost his train of thought and the ghost he was speaking with fizzled out. Sully jumped to his feet, preparing to attack when the boy started muttering out handfuls of apologies. He relaxed, brushing the dirt and pine needles from his skin. He squinted, recognizing him as a camper.

“Yes— Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing broken,” he chuckles softly. “And you? You weren’t running from any monster, right?” He teases, knowing well that the monsters avoided the creek at this time of night.

He retracted his hand and took a short moment to brush himself off. His eyes looked very sheepish as he bowed his head. He didn't seem to notice how Suly had looked about ready to fight him before he calmed down. "I'm glad. Again, I am so sorry. I genuinely didn't expect anyone to be out here this late." He raised his head, his eyes softening as he observed the boy in front of him.

From his black hair that perfectly framed his face to his dark eyes, this boy was beautiful. Automatically, Theo is speechless. He murmured a few nonsense words before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his head. "Monsters? Oh what? No. No, I'm not. Were you? No, obviously not. You weren't running. You were talking though -" He looked around before quickly looking back at Sully. "...Talking to yourself/"> He bit back a small chuckle. He didn't want to make it seem like he was making fun of him. His eyes seemed to study Sully intently but still with a softened expression. He looked as amazed as a child when he saw something he liked.

”Please, don’t be sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone either,” he cracks a small smile. Honestly, he should be the one wearing a flashlight or something bright. Sully caught the boy staring briefly, his face turning a light shade of pink. Thank the gods for it being night.

He laughed briefly at his rambling, “Well that’s a relief. And um, yeah, I was talking with someone. My friend from the war passed and we were just catching up,” Sully explains, glancing around to see if he was still around.

"I see." He forces himself to blink a few times before putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "That's sort of cool. You never really lose them then, huh?" He shifts on his feet. "I'm Theo, by the way. I think I've seen you around camp before. I never got around to...talking to you, but I always thought..." he trails off. He's choosing his words carefully. "...I've always thought that you have cool style."

Theo found socializing easy. It was a natural gift, and the words usually flowed out easily. But now in this moment, he found his mind was blanking. He really didn't want to make an idiot of himself to a stranger.

”Exactly!” He exclaims, “It’s great, honestly.” Sully fiddles with one of his stacked necklaces now while Theo spoke. When he complimented his style, he felt a rush of excitement flooding his veins. Sully was quite proud of his style, pieces he’s accumulated over time. The same familiar blush spread across his pale cheeks. “Oh— Thank you.” He finally said, “I think I’ve seen you too. Hephestaus, right?”

He pointed a finger at Sully with a proud nod. His grin never faded, especially when he sensed the excitement coming from Sully. "Yes! You're Hades right? That's easy to remember since there aren't that many Hades children." He placed his hand back into his pocket. In his pocket was a rubber band, which he subtly played with using his right hand. Theo was well aware of the blush Sully had on his cheeks, and since Theo was naturally such a confident person, it was sort of an ego booster for the moment.

”As if me talking to a ghost didn’t give it away,” he grinned, beginning to walk again slowly. “I know, right? But the satyrs keep bringing more campers, and every so often I find out about a new half sibling…” He trails off. “What’re you doing out here anyway?”

He nods along mindfully. "I have so many siblings, it's crazy. Not as crazy as Hermes or Apollo, but still crazy." He stretched the rubber band between his thumb and his pointer finger. "I was bird watching. I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to train late at night, so I came out here. I enjoy watching the stars and the animals. Fresh air helps me relax." He said sotly.

He laughs, “Yeah, I bet.” As Sully walked and let Theo speak, he occasionally snuck glances to the boy. “Bird watching? At night?” He says with a soft smile. Nothing against it or anything, that sounds really peaceful.” Sully enjoyed the pure bliss of the birds chirping around him and the river trickling; he couldn’t blame Theo.