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August slashed with his golden spear, the dummg of choice being marked with spear marks and rips in the rubber. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and a tank top clung to his skin. August twisted and parried, his chest heaving out of excretion.
Tristan layed face flat in the center of the arena, hoping his volunteer trainer of the day didn't spot him. He was all for getting stronger and understanding control over his power and what-not, but.... god damn he wasn't built for this shit.
An ant crawled up Tristans neck and he swatted it off as the sun burned into te back of his clothes.
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Once August had gotten his energy and training done, he stopped. Wiped the sweat from his face with his forearm. Flicked the spear in the air and returning it to a ring. He glanced around, seeing a familiar bou on the ground. August tilted his head to the side every so slightly. "What on earth-" He walked over, crossing his arms across his chest. "Tristian?" August asked. "Uh, that doesn't look too comfortable."
Tristan stiffened at his name before the familiar voice became clear. He huffed and smiled, glad to know it wasn't, in fact, the trainer. He rolled to his back so he could face August, but refused to get up, in case it gave away his hiding. "I swear it's a lot more comfortable than pushing my body beyond repair. I don't think even the best of healing powers could save me now. I think the trainers have some sort of underline vendetta against me."
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August’s lips cracked into a grin. “C’mon, training isn’t that bad,” he said while crouching down. “What’re you doing down here, anyway?” August raised an eyebrow. “If you’re hiding from a trainer, surely you could’ve picked a better spot.” August teased him, spotting the Ares counselor looking around.
"Pffftt Ha! Hiding? I- Why would I do such a- Auggie you doubt me honestly. Hiding from a trainer? Off all my- Yes. Yeah I'm uh... I'm hiding from the trainer. & If you blow my cover, I might cry." The crack in Tristans voice was the proof he wasn't joking. He felt like jelly.
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August laughed, covering his hand with his mouth. "Get up, dude," he said, holding out the same hand now. "I'll train you instead- Although no promises you'll turn into a puddle afterwards." A smug grin clung to his face, "I'm a better trainer then that kid, too." August pointed to the Ares camper.
Tristan let out a dramatic sigh and latched his hand to Augusts, pulling himself up. "The contradiction in the statement is insane. The threat to turn me into a puddle, & still claim to be a better trainer? You're just as bad, I can tell. Though I suppose a prettier face to look at. Fine, whats first. I swear I've been at this place for a lifetime already."
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August laughed. “I’m a better trainer because I garuntee that trainer would beat you senseless. No mercy. Same thing happened to me,” he shrugged, a playful smile on his face at the small compliment. “Oh shut up,” he joked. “I’m assuming you have a weapon, yeah?”
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[XDXDXD I just realized what happened, i do it all the time too]
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Tristan swallowed the dramatic groan on his tongue as he looked around for a weapon he Wouldn't find. "Do I have a weapon, ofcourse I have a weapon, its.... It's in the lake." He nudged his chin near the pool of water as swarmed his head for a reasonable excuse as to why his weapon was submerged under.
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August raised an eyebrow. His eyes trailed over to the lake, sparkling under the midday sun. "Why in Hades would it be in there?" He asked, stifling a laugh. The boy seemed genuinely nervous; whereas fighting and swordplay came naturally to August, Tristian had probably never been in a fight, let alone practice.
[Little did he know tristan was a MURDERER MWAHAHAHA jkjkjk]
Tristan shrugged. "A great question indeed, Though I doubt our uncle, by how many greats?, would be willing to answer that for us. Alas, it would do us no good to wait for an answer we'll never receive, I guess that would mean practice is cancelled than huh?" Tristan caught the glisten of Augusts eyes in the sun, which was only momentarily distracting as he averted his attention behind him. He prayed to his family above that the trainer would not seek him out.
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August laughed. "You're trying to weasel your way out of this, aren't you? Theres a whole armory here of weapons you can choose from, but if you really don't want to practice..." He trailed off, his gaze temporally falling on Tristian. His hair was in loose curls, short and kept well. A part of August wanted to reach out and run the end of his fingers through it. Wait, what? That's weird, Augs, he mentally scolded himself.
Tristan deflated and grumbled something between a whine and a groan. "Did I mention I tore a vital artery? Prob's gunna be sore for a few hours honestly, Totally Sucks! Because I so wish I could Practice! I just...yknow, gotta take care of Vital Arterys first, heh-heh. Hey, yknow what we should go do something" Tristan blinked innocently at August, hoping he didn't sound absolutely pathetic right now.
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August was staring for far too long. He snapped his gaze back to Tristian, talking about vital arteries. "You sound really dramatic, you know that, right?" August teased, a playful look on his lips. "Do something other than train?" He considered this for a moment. "Fine, okay- Only because I've been training for hours today. What do you have in mind?"
Tristan gasped mockingly. "How dare you! Dramatic? Augie you sound as if your trying to push me to death on your own, I really thought you thought better of me." Tristan's eyes fell to Augusts lips, but only briefly. A nice smile, that was all Tristan would work it up to, except he ignored the heat rushing to his cheeks as he thought of something he instantly pushed away.
" As for doing something else. Uhm..."
"Tristan!" His trainer from earliers voice interrupted Tristans thoughts." He turned his head as the trainer was making his way toward the boys.
"Maybe we should run, that counts as training right?" Tristan grabbed Augusts hand and took off into the trees.
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August let out a laugh, putting his arms up defensively. "Hey, I'm just saying!" August may have been oblivious, but he was attentive. He saw where Tristian's eyes went, his pinks turning strawberry pink. Was August embarrassing him? Seconds later, their conversation was brought to a halt. "Oh, crap, that isn't good-" He said, his words cut off by the yanking of Tristian hand. For a brief moment, the world appeared in slow motion. It felt like he'd been zapped by a lightning bolt- Which he had, yet this was different. This was like.. butterflies. Leaves falling to the ground. A calm feeling. His legs felt like jell-o as he ran to catch up with Tristian.
Once Tristan thought they were far enough from his fated doom he dragged them aside the forest, slamming August's back against a tree, and him in front as he peeked the scene. This trainer that chose Tristan was a persistent one, and he had no doubt he followed the two. After a few moments of silence Tristan thought it safe. "Hey nobody in this place has X-ray vision, do they?" As he turned to face August he hadn't realised how close they'd come until he was inches away from Augusts face. "Oh."
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"Ack," August let out when his back smacked against the rough bark of the tree. Tristian leaned close, looking over his shoulder. He was close enough for August to breathe in the scent of... Sandalwood and vanilla? Holy Hades, August felt like he could pass away and live in that scent. His heart beat like crazy, as if it was two seconds away from jumping out of his chest. August was about to reply, but Tristian's face turned and soon enough, the two's noses were inches apart. Their lips inches apart. August swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Um-" His eyes raced across Tristian's face. "I- I don't think so." He stammered. "I mean, not that I know of, because there have been some pretty weird powers I've seen-" He was rambling. Of course he was rambling.
"Shit, sorry!" he said as he staggered back 2 steps. "Sorry, thats weird, I'm not weird I swear, I mean unless you want it to be weird but, WHAT?! Sorry, I'm rambling, I didn't mean to say that, What I meant was-" At this point Tristan wasn't functioning. His face was on fire & his hands were shaking with nerves and embarrassment. He managed to stop being chaos for just a moment, taking a deap breath in and running his hands through his disheveled waves. Finally with a steadiness to his voice he managed,
"My bad. Bro." ...He prayed it didn't sound as forced as it was. He could feel his own cringe radiating from his own expression. Man, What the fuck was that? Whats that about Tristan, huh?! You almost lost it over lack of space, but you could take wrestling practice like a pro? Why now!!!??!?!
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tristan pushed away the distant possibility that he might actually Like this boy. Surely you Couldn't develop feelings for someone so soon after meeting?
A boy at that. It wasn't unheard of for greek legends to have the same sex lovers.
But Tristan wasn't a greek legend. He was a normal boy from highschool. With a tragic, yet normal history.... under special circumstances...... with..... special abilities...... from greek legends...
Ok, maybe these could possibly be feelings to consider. At some point. Fuck, my face is on fire.
Tristan was too lost in thought to say anything else, so he ended up gawping. Unintentionally, he impersonated a fish.
"So. I- uh. Right."
((Was longer then expected, dont question it)
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August let out a small laugh at Tristian's rambling. His face relaxed into a soft smile, forgetting about the moment of nervousness before. "Tristian." He said quietly, watching as he spoke utter nonsense. "Tristian." He repeated as the ran hands through his disheveled hair. August leaned over, hands grabbing gently to Tristian's wrists. He glanced down briefly before looking him in the eyes. "Enough rambling, dude."
Augusts cheeks were flushed. He thought about leaning in. He thought about putting his lips on Tristian's. He almost did it, too, had it not been for the back of his thoughts, reminding him that they'd just met. He couldn't fall in love with a man he just met, right? So many movies told him that was wrong. So he let go of Tristian's wrists.
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"Uh- R-right...Rambling.." Tristans mind shut down. The moment he shared the same breath as August, he shut down. Logic and overthinking had just been thrown out the window, because August had just grasped his wrists and Tristans eyes fell onto Augusts, and for a moment....he swore they were thinking the same thing.
Tristans stability had faultered but only slightly for August held onto him.
But as suddenly as Tristan was tranced, he was hitting reality once more at full force. When Tristan caught himself a mere second away from giving in to...whatever impulse was about to rule over.... because Tristan met Augusts eyes. A flash of uncertainty. A slice of disappointement. In himself or in Tristan? Or something else? Whatever it was, August let go of him then and... that was that. Confused, Tristans head almost fell in his own uncertain disappointment.
Reality check. Ofcourse. Get a grip.
Tristan sucked in a breath with a single nod and turned away from August completely. He didn't understand what had just happened... or rather what didnt...but it hurt. He didn't want august seeing the sudden wave of emotion forming in his eyes. You're both boys. That had an awkward moment. Nothing more.
"Right, so... I think we lost him. Or whatever."
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August leaned against the tree, his mind racing. He'd grown up on Mount Olympus, where gods and goddess were known to like the same sex. Apollo himself would tell him the tale of Hyacinthus, and how August would sit by his feet and listen. So if he knew it was okay, knew it was fine to have these feelings, why did he feel ashamed?
"Right, he's gone." August said, letting out a long sigh. "So, um- This was fun and all, but I need to go... go shower and um, stuff-" August pointed behind him, slipping away from the tree. "So... See you?"
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Tristain involuntarily scoffed, covering it up with a cough. "Oh yeah, totally! For sure uh. Yeah." Quickly wiping away any gloss his eyes collected, he plastered on a quick smile per usual and whipped around. "See you later then. Or whenever.. I'm never really busy so honestly whenever your- yeah bye." Before he could go on another word train he turned and walked off in a rush. He needed to sort his head out. And ease the pain in his chest. God damn what the hell was that..
As he walked away he replayed the entire thing in his head again. A mixture of butterflys and thi overwhelming ache swarmed his....Head? Face? Chest? thoughts? God he wished he had his mother still..
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wher edo you wanna countinue ? )
(Real. uh yeah, wanna pick this time, or?))
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hermes cabin? august will go there )
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Ophelia stood at the entrance of the training arena, her resolve firm despite the weight of uncertainty tugging at her. Practicing body-to-body combat felt like climbing a mountain with no gear. The absence of her powers made every move feel heavier, more tedious. Yet, she knew that mastering her physical skills was essential if she wanted to regain her strength. As she began her drills, focusing intently on her footwork and strikes, Ophelia could almost taste the frustration that came with this new challenge. But her concentration was suddenly shattered by faint sounds behind her. She paused mid-punch, her heart racing as muffled laughter reached her ears.She straightened, her expression hardening, and she turned to confront whoever thought her struggle was a joke.
''Is anyone there??'' she said firmly but with a little of nervousness
Jon stayed in the shadows, becoming invisible. He knelt, gently scratching the white shadow direwolf behind the ears.
Jacey walked into the training arena, grabbing a sword and swinging around for a few minutes, getting adjusted to the feel of the new sword.
Jon looked over, slight interest showing
She made her away towards a dummy, her eyes narrowing at it. She stood in front of it for a moment, her mind whirring as she thought of the dummy as a real opponent.
