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Everleigh stepped into the cool shade of the pavilion, her shoulders slumping slightly as she let out a long, weary sigh. “Another long day... I really hate it,” she muttered under her breath, her irritation evident in the slight furrow of her brow. She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting upward to the sky, where thick, brooding clouds gathered ominously, swirling in shades of dark gray and hinting at an impending storm. The air felt charged with a restless energy, mirroring her own turbulent thoughts as she stood there, lost in contemplation.

“I suppose... it really is frustrating, isn’t it?” Everleigh sighed, her gaze drifting as dark clouds gathered in the sky. “The long days stretch into weeks, and before we know it, months have slipped away... it feels like a never-ending cycle.” She paused for a moment, the weight of time heavy on her mind. “But, um... it seems like a storm is brewing soon, doesn’t it?” She pointed toward the horizon, where flashes of lightning could be seen in the distance, illuminating the sky with a fleeting brilliance.

“The flashes of lightning in the darkened sky suggest that perhaps Zeus is feeling a bit irritable,” she mused with a soft chuckle, her voice carrying a playful tone. “But who can really say? It might just as well be a fierce battle between Poseidon and Zeus.” As she spoke, she pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling the onset of a headache creeping in, threatening to disrupt her lighthearted mood. "Im Everleigh. Daughter of Dionysus"

“It's just a minor headache, nothing I can't handle,” Everleigh said with a light chuckle, her eyes sparkling with reassurance. “Honestly, you don't have to worry about me at all.”

"My name is Everleigh," she said softly, her voice almost lost in the brisk air as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, seeking warmth against the sharp chill that cut through the evening. The gusty wind whipped around her, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and impending rain. "And my godly parent is, well... Dionysus." She hesitated, her gaze drifting to the treetops that swayed uneasily in the growing gusts, the leaves rustling like whispers of secrets long forgotten. "It's really quite cold, isn’t it?" she continued, pulling her jacket closer around her. The wind nipped at her cheeks, stinging like tiny needles, and she shivered slightly. “Especially with the storm rolling in. It really makes everything feel much colder, doesn’t it?”

"Are you sure you won't get cold?" Everleigh inquired, glancing at him with a concerned expression as she wrapped her arms around herself, pulling his jacket tighter against the biting wind. The temperature was dropping rapidly, and she could see her breath clouding in the frigid air. "It's really getting chilly out here, isn't it?" she added, shivering slightly as a chill ran down her spine.

She nodded, her teeth chattering slightly as the biting cold seeped into her bones. “Yeah... I think we should,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. A stronger shiver coursed through her, making her hug her arms tightly around her body in an attempt to generate some warmth.

Suddenly, her gaze caught the movement of a small cat darting through the grass, its tiny paws plowing through the grass. “Oh no,” she exclaimed softly, “this little one may freeze if it stays out here.” Concern etched across her face, she took a step closer to the shivering creature, her heart aching at the thought of it suffering in the harsh weather.

"I'm not entirely sure," she replied, glancing out at the chilly evening air. "We'll have to check once we get them inside." She took a moment to assess the little creature curled up in Ethan's arms. "Here, wrap your jacket around the kitten," she instructed, handing him the jacket with a gentle urgency. "They look absolutely freezing." With that, she walked over to the small kitten and Ethan, her heart softening at the sight of the shivering furball.

"I believe your cabin is a bit closer," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. A chill ran through her as she tightened the jacket around her body, her breath visible in the cold air. "But we should start walking now," she added, a slight tremor in her voice revealing her shivering form. "Let’s go," she urged, taking a step forward.

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Sirius sat the the edge of the pavillion, long black hair tied loosely behind his back. Small wisps of hair framed his face, the sun landing perfectly on his high cheekbones. He twirled a small daisy in his fingers, picking at the petals slowly. He did it again and again. pick pick pick. Soon enough, there was a small halo of white pedals surrounding, but more flowers in the surrounding areas. Reggie had just arrived at camp. It had taken 3 years, but he was here. Sirius wanted to go talk to him, but he couldn't. Not today. Maybe not ever. He didn't know if Reggie hated him for leaving. for leavinghim. fuck. At least he was safe. safe and away from their horrid stepmother. walburga. Just thinking of her gave them shivers. They still had the scars, carefully hidden under his clothing, which today consisted of a cropped camp shirt, leather jacket, and black jeans. a staple.

The air was thick with the smell of after-rain, the sidewalk still damp in some places. Remus padded along it, lifting his cigarette away from his lips and letting smoke puff out in front of him. A camper nearby gave him a dirty look, and he rolled his eyes. They'd probably have a heart attack if they found out he also enjoyed drinking. Speaking of- he needed one, even though it was midday. He'd just spent the morning helping out a new initiate, some Aphrodite kid that had been absolute arsehole.

Prowling up to the pavilion, he took another pull from his cigarette, and sat himself, sprawling, on the edge, ignoring the dark haired boy sitting a few paces from his left.

Sirius saw someone sit near him a few feet away, out of the corner of their eye. He turned his head slightly, enough so that he could see the person more clearly, but they couldn't see them looking at them. They were dangling a cigarette from their lips. Lucky, wonder how he smuggled that in
Especially with the satyrs and all of the earthy demigods, smoking of any kind is frowned upon but not fully banned. He didn't know why.

Sirius could see several silver scars on the mans face, most prominent one being across his nose. Damn he was full on staring, taking in every feature that he could before he was noticed. Sirus still had a half-picked daisy in his hand, some of the petals bent and mishapen.

Remus glanced over to the boy, hiding his amusement when he caught the stranger staring. At least the their eyes weren't disdainful, scornful of the cigarette between his fingers.

Leaning over, he offered both the cigarette and a half smile.

"Y'can take a pull if you'd like. I don't mind. I'm Remus, by the way. Remus Eamonn, son of Hades."

Sirius jumped slightly, not expecting the person to notice him, or talk to him. Remus? Like the wolf guy. he stared at the man, remus and didnt say anything, but took the stick, taking a drag. "Sirius Blackwood" he dry coughed "Child of Aphrodit-"more dry coughing. which turned to heaving. Damn its been a minute since he smoked. He seemed like a new smoker, they were sure of it. damn it sirius stop coughing.

Remus smiled and tried to cover it, but a quiet laugh escaped him.

"You don't have to," he said, amused. "It's ok not to smoke."

The boy- Sirius- was pretty, Remus decided. They had this sort of badass glow to them, which, he had to admit, was sort of being ruined by the excessive heaving. The way Blackwood's cheeks turned pink was kind of cute, though.

"Aphrodite, hm? You don't say," Remus continued sarcastically, eyeing Sirius up and down. "I would've never guessed."

He handed the cigarette back, still hacking. "Wanted-" cough "to" Damnthis was embarrasing. After a few seconds he turned toward Remus, "You couldnt tell by my amazing beauty?" he flipped his hair, grey eyes shining. "Honestly would peg you for more of a…Athena or Ares kid, not hades." He said truthfully, looking Remus up and down.

Remus tilted his head, the movement oddly dog-like, as he watched Sirius. He smiled wryly at the other boy's words, a phrase and question he had heard many times.

"I'd probably prefer that," he admitted, tone easy."I've heard they're alright."

He paused, and took his cigarette back.

"I have a friend in Aphrodite. You kinda remind me of them- though he's a dickhead, so hopefully you guys aren't too similar," Remus said, and smiled again.

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"You really dont give off Hades vibes, except for the shoes." He gestures to Remus's Doc Martins. "Those real?" Sirius had wanted a pair for so long, but ever since coming to camp, they haven't had the chance to go buy some, plus they're crazy expensive.
"What's his name?" Sirius asked. There weren't many Aphrodite children, more than, say, Dionysus, but not as many as Athena or Hermes.

Remus took a drag and shrugged, glancing at his boots. They were his favorite, a pair he'd worn daily since buying them. He liked to think of them as something of a signature.

"Dunno. Got 'em at a thrift."

The idea that he didn't 'give off Hades vibes' was something of a relief to Remus. Everything he knew about his father made his heart shrivel up.

"I guess 'friend' is a bit of a reach. That's what he'd say, at least, 'specially cuz he's only been here a bit, but I could see him opening up to me," Remus offered, letting the cigarette hang from his lips as he toyed with his lighter. "Regulus, he said he was called."

"Ah. Fair enough. Probably a lot cheaper," Sirius looked down at their own shoes. Old beat-up Converse. "I've had these for a long time." The laces were old and frayed; he was surprised they lasted this long.

Sirius froze. He hadn't heard that name in a long time. Not since he came to camp. Regulus was here?? He was also a demigod?? Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit siht shit. Sirius was panicking. Frozen. Unable to think. To move. His "mother" flashed across his mind. He was back there. Back at that horrid house.

"Even if they aren't, they're (view spoiler)[fuckin' (hide spoiler)] sick, yeah?"

Remus was nodding in response to his own question, eyes still on his boots, on the yellow threading and black leather. How the hell was he supposed to know if they were real?

When he glanced up, Sirius was frozen, eyes wide, face pale. Terror was written all over them, so palpable Remus could almost taste it.

"You alright?" He said, furrowing his brow and putting out his cigarette. "Oi, mate, you good?"

When Sirius didn't respond, Remus moved so that he was crouching by them. Fear was starting to crawl through his belly.

"Sirius?"

(you can swear if you want)

Shit shit shit. Regulus was at camp. He was safe. He was away. But he was at Camp. The one place he had separated from his family. The one safe haven he had. Now every time he saw Regulus, bound to happen since they share a cabin, they would go back to the house. The cold, dark house.

"-rius" He snapped back to reality. Remus was crouched infront of him. "Shit." he exhaled shakily. "S-sorry. That…boy. Regulus. Whats his l-last name" It could be a diffrent Regulus. It could be someone else. Right?

[kk haha just wanted to make sure]

Remus stared at Sirius, brown eyes confused, before reaching up and placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder. Worry wrapped around him like vines; he was familiar with the look in their eyes.

He'd seen- felt-such trauma responses before in himself.

"Sirius,"Remus said, voice steady."You're alright. Promise. You're safe here."

Everything was static. HE couldnt see or hear anything other than the memories. The scars. His "mother" in that horrid house. Regulus. Reggie. His sweet sweet reggie. He abandoned his Reggie. Left him defenceless. Fuck.

Something pushed through the static. A voice. They couldnt make out the words, the noises, but they were there. He tilted his head ever so slightly up, gray eyes clouded.

Cupping Sirius' face in his hands, Remus struggled to contain his fear and remain a steady anchor for the boy. His hands were shaking, but whoever this kid was- even though they were basically a stranger- there was no way in all hell that he would abandon them now.

"Sirius," he said, resting his forehead against theirs, taking their hand and placing it on his chest. "You feel my heart beating? Feel me breathing? Copy that, yeah? Copy me. You're alright. You're alright."

Something had moved. He felt weight. On his head. On his…hand? The world became less static. There was a thumping. Slow and steady. He could feel it. It was not his.

Remus. Remus was infront of him. Talking to him. Sirius could see. But could not hear. It was still blurry. His breathing began to match the thumping noise. Slowly it became less rapid. Slowly.

Remus watched as Sirius slowly came back- not all the way, but their eyes cleared- and released a steady breath.

"Good. That's good."

The tension was leaving the air, slowly but surely, and Remus squeezed Sirius' hand.

"That's it. You've got it. You're safe. I promise."

His breathing was not fully even, but he was there. Mostly. He took a few gulps of air, eyelashes batting again his high cheek bones. "R-reg" he mumbled, staring at his feet. "I-is it my reggi-ie?" he whispered, almost silently. "I-s he he-ere" Sirius kept hiccuing.

Remus watched Sirius, heart twisting with empathy. Regulus, the dickhead new arrival in Aphrodite, must be Sirius' brother. Something in him was surprised they hadn't seen each other- but he could see in Sirius' eyes that there was something there. Dark, painful history.

"Yeah,"Remus whispered, eyes soft."Yeah, it's him."

Sirius closed his eyes at the other boys' words. Shit. Shit shit. He needed to find his brother. Needed to talk to him. To apologize. He needed to... fix everything. Needed to make sure his little brother was okay. "I-I need to go." They started to stand, wiping his face, fully getting out of his haze. "Sorry about that."

Remus tilted his head, hair falling over his forehead, as he stood with Sirius.

"Hey, no- you're good. Are you ok?" He couldn't help the concern tied to his words- despite how casual his voice was- couldn't stop himself from being worried. Not when he knew how it felt.

He ignored Remus, too focused on the task in hand. "I have to find him. I have to find Reggie," he mumbled over and over, looking around. "I need to find Reggie. I need to find him" over and over, looking around but not moving. His eyes focused on Remus again, "Find Reggie," he said, charm-speaking lightly.

Blinking, Remus nodded. He had to find Regulus, of course he did. Whatever was up with the two siblings needed to be resolved, and as quickly as possible.

Although... Now that he thought about it.. Regulus, the dickhead, probably wouldn't be 'easy' with it.

Remus shook his head to clear it.

"Yeah, ok,"he said."I can find the kid. He's probably still in the Aphrodite cabin. Wanna come with?"

(love how this turned into a black brothers reunion. mb gang.)

Remus was going to help him. Good. He will help them find their brother. Help them find their Reggie. What was up with him today? It was fine until Remus showed up.

"Yeah lets go" They tell Remus, still looking around for Reggie. "Cmon, we have to find him." Turning on his heels, toward the cabins.

(lmao i love it) (do we wanna move to the aphrodite cabin?)

(sure!! you can start)

(kk ill be reggie if you want?)

(well hes your character)

(i just didnt know if you wanted me to be remus or reggie lmao)(ok i just posted)