#(🦉 ) charlie x erasmo01;

[theatomichero]

perhaps it was either arrogance or insecurity that caused charlie to lash out at anyone who doubted his intellectual capability. as the son of athena, he had a lot to prove by being the chosen champion of the wisest olympian. "an elephant might forget, but charles ridgemount doesn't," he mused and shot a wink over in erasmo's direction. one would think after reading so many famous greek stories, charlie had learned the life lessons involving hubris and heroes. he joined in on the laughter shortly after, finding great amusement in messing with oracles. "yeah, i'm glad not be slut shamed. everyone here's just as big a whore as i am." the pointed remark was specifically meant to target erasmo and the other demigod's own proclivities for sex.

the bartender was quick to set their respective drinks down on the counter in front of them. charlie even dismissed the comment about his strange habit of drinking so much dairy milk, this time opting for a ginger ale. he turned his head to erasmo and the challenge proposed. without so much as another word, he quickly captured the son of zeus' lips in a quick yet intimate kiss.

automatically, his hands go up in the air like he's been caught redhanded and he has to plea to a crime. "even the best of the best forget sometimes. it can be exhausting keeping everything stored in your brain. i mean no harm by it." since he forgot a lot of things, he just assumed that it was normal. then again, erasmo had to think that maybe charlie's upper hand meant that he could actually remember everything all of the time. he chuckled softly when the escapades were brought up, wondering if another camper would mind. "well i doubt that he's a prude in any sense. maybe the live porn can be a form of payment for him." again, he didn't know how people operated when it came to things that made them special. erasmo had been known to be far too trusting anyway. "you are plenty of fun, sometimes a little extra kick is just needed." he sat down next to charlie and ordered himself a glass of cranberry juice with a splash of pineapple. "think those devilish lips of yours can handle me?" while pegging the question, he moved his left hand over to the blond, lifting his head by grabbing onto his chin.

[theatomichero]

to ask the son of athena if they forgot how to do mundane tasks such as rollerblading and riding a bike was a huge insult. charlie almost took offense had it not been the truth. still, he wasn't going to give erasmo the satisfaction of seeing him slip even for a little bit. "i can state over two thousand decimal places of pi. charlie ridgemount never forgets!" he countered with a confident grin. erasmo brought up a good point about them all being special in their own ways. the camp functioned similarly to how the olympian pantheon handled affairs on earth. each one with a unique responsibility and duty to perform. "you want me to scar the poor kid with prophetic visions of my sexual escapades in the future?" the blond teased with a snicker. besides, he wasn't too trusting of oracles and vague premonitions. upon reaching the mess hall, he shook his head and declined the proposition. "sober for a reason, hot stuff. besides, i'd like to think i'm plenty of fun even without any alcohol on my system." charlie then hopped on a barstool and ordered a mocktail for himself. "clearly i've been on an adventure. but to get the details, it's gonna cost you a kiss or two."

preferring to have his feet off of the ground, erasmo hadn't skated in years either, but he thought that the suggestion wouldn't hurt. "are you telling me that you forgot how to ride a bike and you're not sure if you can skate anymore?" he'd have to put charlie to the test one of these days, not that he was going to do much better. he did have a thing for cars and planes though, so maybe he could challenge the other to a motorcycle race. he shrugged his shoulders slightly, not caring much about whether or not zeus was around. "everyone has something that makes them special, but we're also all growing in what we can do. ask delpho to look into the future for you." technically, dodona could also do that, but he figured that she was going to ask for something in return. "putting them to the test, i like it." he nodded slightly while trying to see who could help charlie out the most. erasmo realized that he had to get acquainted with everyone again though because he didn't know. "oh come on, i'm sure she'd make it light for you. let's go then. dying to catch up and see what that beautiful face of yours has been up to."

[theatomichero]

an amused laugh escaped him in response to erasmo's suggestion. for a second, charlie almost considered the idea. "i haven't been to a skating rink in ages!" the blond replied. "so don't expect me to go any faster on rollerblades than my own two feet. oh, and forgetting how to ride a bike is an actual thing too. happens to a lot of people," he mused, raising a brow as erasmo proceeded to talk about his seemingly distant relationship with the king of the gods. "daddy issues, eh? a shame, really wanted to learn how to fly..." perhaps a goal for the near future. aerial and underwater combat would be important skills to have with the different types of monsters they're facing. "alright, i'll pay each of them a visit tomorrow. whoever comes up with the best spell from these two rare materials wins." a smirk followed suit after speaking those words. charlie's competitive nature often results in him making everything a contest. "i'd prefer to skip the hangover the next morning. holli's concoctions are enough to put me in a coma. let's just chill in the mess hall for now. that way, you can take me on a proper date."

didn't harry potter have a tale about phoenix or an order? erasmo didn't want to spend too much time trying to jog up his memory, he left most of the thinking to the smarter ones of the bunch. "sounds like we're going to have to get you some rollerblades then." he didn't know if charlie would be able to keep his physical agility while on blades, but it was always a thought. "i can barely get the old man to answer my calls, but i'll see if i can put in a good word for you." of course he didn't know if that was possible, but that wasn't going to stop his mind from going a million different directions. "i guess we can hand them off to nico or greyson and see what they can come up with. holli seems to know her way around some magic too." as did a couple of others, but erasmo was far from knowing everyone's strengths. he nodded at charlie's idea and already started heading down the steps of the stage. "you know i'm never one to turn down a nightcap. do we want to swipe some of holli's special stash or just go to the mess hall?"

[theatomichero]

as erasmo stated the obvious, he couldn't help but sigh and roll his eyes a bit. charlie read enough about phoenixes to know the creature had a habit of spontaneously combusting. "well my feet can only run so far. i'm no son of hermes," he countered, taking a mental note of erasmo's divine ability to soar through the sky. "flying would have made my journey a lot easier. think you can talk to your old man or my mom to add that power to my repertoire?" the blond thought about the question regarding mixing the feather and ashes, and hummed to himself. "they'd make for good spell components, yes. not my forte, unfortunately. i'll need to take them to the more arcane focused members at camp." charlie pocketed the leather pouch and made eye contact with the demigod of lightning. "castle, huh? i oughta do some research later. but for now, grab a drink with me. i'm thirsty as hell."

in a couple of months a lot of things had changed and camp was barely recognizable. everyone went through phases where they had to prove themselves and there was always going to b a target on their heads, but the muses were no joke. accepting the call to go back and join the war was one of the easiest choices that he made. "guess you got to it too late then." erasmo stretched out his legs and then slowly lowered himself down on the ground. he only briefly looked at the pouch before his eyes landed on charlie again. "did you mix the feather with the ashes or kept that somewhere else?" not that he really knew what the contents were supposed to do. maybe someone would end up casting a spell. "at least you haven't lost your good taste." era took a step closer to the other. "everyone seems to be wound up about a castle. that's the last update i heard."

[theatomichero]

the entire vibe at camp was different compared to when charlie left to go out on his mission. a little voice in the back of his head warned him something bad would happen, but he chose to ignore it. charlie was reminded yet again to trust his intuition for next time. maybe then he wouldn’t miss all the fun. “you’re telling me,” he replied, his gaze fixated on the floating young man a few feet above him. “i was promised a phoenix that’ll help us revive the dead,” the blond scoffed, annoyance evident in his voice. “instead all i got was a pile of ashes and a lone orange feather.” the demigod of wisdom tossed a leather pouch containing said contents on the ground in front of him and sighed. “no, i came to admire the view,” charlie retorted and crossed his arms. “get down here so i can look at your pretty face some more. oh, and catch me up on what’s happened too.” 

location: amphitheater

once upon a time he was almost certain that he read something about meditating helped soothe the nerves. yet erasmo was hovering over the stage in the amphitheater for what felt like 20 minutes, it was really only 2, and he was already getting restless. ❝ false advertisement really sucks, you know? ❞ he opened his eyes to hopefully see someone else in the building with him. ❝ did you come here for a little show? ❞