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"It's Nate. Remember what I look like You'll meet me in another face." A son of an Oneiroi,...

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The Civil War: Jake.

Red hot flaming arrows flew high, barricades have been set against the Forum; Terminus was nowhere to be found. The ambush took half the Senate in one blow; and held nearly all the civilians hostage in New Rome. The Republic is falling.

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The Civil War: Nate.

Greek fire engulfed the camp; cabins were being torn down, the children were fleeing; the attack was unforeseen - they would all have died without the sudden burst of flames of Lady Hestia in the middle of camp. Chaos is at hand.

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Jake & Nate have matching blogs ouo

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"Get me The Notebook and we'll call it a deal."

"Only if you promise not to complain about my crappy taste in movies."

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"How about we just both hide together?"

Valentine’s Day is soon, guess I should decide if I’m hiding or asking someone out for a date.

I’ll probably go with hiding though.

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Some PJatO/HoO boys as Eevees

Percy:

Jason:

Nico:

Leo:

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Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Hair: Irresistible Longing

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

Eyelid: Adoration

Ear: Temptation

The Bridge of Nose: Treasuring

Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction

Lips: Love

Throat: Desire

Nape: Deep Attachment

Back: Confirmation

Chest: Possession

Arm: Affection/Adoration

Wrist: Desire/Lust

Back of Hand: Respect/Love

Palm of Hand: Begging/Entreaty

Fingertip: Praise/Admiration

Tummy: You-will-always-come-back-to-me

Waist: Binding

Thigh: Control

Leg: Obediance

Instep: Subordination

Tip of the Toe: Worship/Idolize

((meme inspired by this))

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ooc; Spiderman's suit [ The Amazing Spiderman Live Action Movie] is so goddamn complicated.

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Nate never blushed. At least, he keeps telling himself that he wasn't the type to blush. For him, it seemed a little bit girly. - Even though it is a body's normal process at being flustered. - But Nate does not blush. He was blushing and couldn't seem to look Morgan in the eyes. At the term, he felt a shiver down his spin and a lump in his throat.

"Boyfriend...?" It came out a question rather than an assertion; he was n't sure himself. He wanted to be. Clearly, Morgan wanted him to be too -- but he's panicking; because contrary to popular belief - he has never had a boyfriend before.

" He gets bored, and eventually gives up."he  stared back, reaching over to brush a stray of hair behind the other’s ear. Morgan hummed softly, it was just a tune, nothing special. He felt this strange fluttering sensation, it was nice. "Maybe you should get a pet cat," he teased, nuzzling his shoulder.

Not able to stop the smiles, and laughter that came back, he squeezed Nate’s hand. “Snowman? Well, guess that makes you my…” he frowned, trying to think up a good nickname. Pouting when none came. “My …boyfriend…?” he sounded uncertain because he’s never had one. And he was’t sure if they had agreed on that term. Is that what they were or were they just going to start dating? “And if anything you’re the dork here, not me, I’m smooth, and amazing.” he countered, obviously joking.

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ooc; Good Night. I’ll leave this here for now. :)

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ooc; Oh look. I drew Nate. With a weapon. I’m having the urge to allow him to use dream sand as a weapon; but I need to figure out how he could conjure it. — IT could be nightmare sand, like Pitch in ROTG, but … I dunno.

I should research on the abilities of the Oreinoi.

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Nate laughed at that. He stared up at him, losing himself in those beautiful eyes; soulful and enticing. "Mr. D gave up on trying to teach me responsibility." He replied, looking down to their linked hands. "But I'm pretty sure I'll learn how to take care of something on my own time." He smiled back up at him, kissing him on the cheek.

"You're my snowman. My weird, adorable, dorky, snowman." He hummed and rested his head next to Morgan's. and I love you he thought to himself, saying it out loud was scary to him, but that was what he feels. Love.

"It’s okay," was he mumbled reply. Hm, his mind was a jumble of things at the moment. Happy, worried, scared, excited, nervous, and so many things that he assumed Nate was most certainly feeling similarly. Morgan smiled back, rolling his eyes at the thank you, he didn’t need to be thanked. When they laid back down, he scooted closer. Nose brushing briefly against the other’s cheek, eyes closed, and felt relaxed.

"Hm…?" blue eyes gazed at him. Ah, he felt his cheek grow warm at that, laughter fell from his lips. " I’m happy I met you too, even if you seem to be just as bad with plants as I am." he joked.

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[ SMS ] I wouldn't have wanted a girl anyway. :P [ SMS ] My needs are satisfied. [ SMS ] I just ate a shit ton of chocolate. [ SMS ] That is my needs. And I'm not giving you any so ha!

{Text: N8} And you're already being loony.

{Text: N8} What needs? Sexual needs? Go get a girlfriend then.

{Text: N8} But I'm pretty sure the Lord never granted you one. 

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"I'm sorry." For scaring you He thought; by this time he was a mixed bundle of emotions; relief, disbelief, happiness, excitement, anxiety and pure nervousness. He wiped away his tears and forced a grin on his face; There was no reason to cry, because right now, he had Morgan. - And it's all what matters most.

He pulled himself close and tight against the other's body, hands wet and clammy against the pale skin. "...Thank you." He repeated; finally calming down in the tight embrace. He stayed in his arms for a while, listening o his breathing and his heart beat, noting how it matched his - he wondered what was going on in Morgan's mind. He closed his eyes and gently pulled them down on the bed to lie down.

"...Morgan ... ?" He spoke after a while, reaching down to interlace their fingers. "I'm happy I met you."

He was confused. But at the same time he felt happy. A smile found it’s way to his lips, and embraced Nate. Placing a kiss to his temple, Gods, he was crying but it wasn’t bad tears. Even if he briefly wondered if he had hurt the other, right now, all that occurred to him now; comfort Nate.  ”Shh, you don’t need to thank me…I really want to try this Nate. And, I’m trying to show you I can handle it.” he nuzzled his hair. Eyes closed, inhaling the demigod’s scent, not caring if that seemed odd or weird. This memory, he wanted to engrave it into his mind.

Morgan pulled him closer, if that was possible, he wanted to feel his body against his own. Not in a sexual way, he just wanted to feel him, and let Nate feel how much he cared. How much he wanted this, and that Morgan would be there for him. Even if that sounded corny.

"You don’t need to thank me," he muttered softly. "It’s ok."

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He couldn't sigh. He held his breath, waiting. His lips felt frigid, his heart was weak in the cold, He knew not to ne afriad, he shouldn't be. It qould make matters worae. He could only hope Morgan wasn't. He needed to know that This boy in his arms could live with this, to know what it means to be with him. He swallowed hard, eyes held tight. He didn't know whether or not this was a good idea, nut the impulse was there, and he knew well enough to follow his gut.

Several things happened in that moment. There was a pang of relief and a desire to cry. His body shook against Morgan's his body slowly warming up, his skin turning back to itself; Nate was laughing. Morgan may just be the only person who could pull out a smile off him in the middle of something like this. He pulled back, fully himself hands on Morgan's shoulders, face wet with tears and a smile brighter than day. His smile faltered and he began to sob and set his head against the other's chest.

"Thank you."

His heart was thundering against his rib cage, he thought it was going to burst through any moment. The cold, the ice, Nate wasn’t moving. Now the ice wielder’s breathing was coming in short. He would do this, this was his fault, Nate would be a lock of ice. So cold to the touch, that warmth gone. His fault, his fault, he’s just like her. Was it a whimper or a whine as he clung tighter, and shut his eyes, No, he didn’t want this image in his mind. Gods, stop it, stop it. The pain, it wasn’t physical, emotional. The ache in his heart, he was scared. Really scared. 

But… but… Nate was just okay a few moments ago. What- …oh.Somewhere in that mess of thoughts, he slowly realized, was this what Nate meant? Would he see his nightmares, everything he was this close with the person he was falling for-

Wait, falling for?… Yes, that seemed about right. So this was what Nate meant. Morgan’s fears, or at least one of them, was out, and facing him. And as that heart of his continued it’s fast pace. He was scared, but not scared. Only because he was trying, if he didn’t show he could handle this… would Nate leave?

That was a bigger fear than even seeing him frozen into an ice sculpture. A sense of…possessiveness? He can’t let this beat him, scared or not. He’s won’t let Nate use this as a reason why they couldn’t be together.

Hugging him tighter, he opened his eyes, gulping, body still shaking. “This… is, this scares me Nate. But, not enough to make me want to leave. Okay, I-I’m shaking, and my heart won’t stop pounding.” a shaky laugh. “But fuck it, I’m not gonna let you slip away because of this. And if you try, I won’t back down.” Now out loud, he felt determined. This was maybe one of his deepest fears. But this was the first time he ever felt the need, the desire, the determination to not let that get the best of him.

"Besides," he licking his lips. "You make a nice ice cube." 

He won’t let his fear stop him from being with Nate. In that short amount of time, he was certain of that.

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